The Singers
033. Do you get deja vu?

Studios and agency buildings are crowded because there are new children, he said. High School children but have been able to contract with the agency, Amira very fondly thought, surely the time will be consumed by all his activities. However, if it makes him happy, good for her.

Amira from earlier yawned, sleepy even though she was practicing vocal sound and recording for the new album. Zayyan from earlier explained about the melodic tone but Amira just nodded her head as if to understand although she did understand, a little.

Zayyan is a music producer who always works with some famous artists in Indonesia. He was the one who always arranged his recordings from the beginning to the end of his success.

The sound of the door opening showed her Mama walking in a jostle and her face displaying an agitated look. Amira sees it as a peppery deja vu, as when her worries about her broken family melts.

"Father..." Call him in a loud voice.

Amira kept a paper containing the lyrics and tone of it. "Why, Mommy?"

"Well eat?"

Amira knew it was just a stale base. There is something that Mbaknya covered, Amira can feel anxiety in her Mbaknya.

"Well if it's done right."

"Let's rest, just relax first time Ma'am." Sajut Zayyan across the table, she was scribbling paper while listening to the recording of Amira.

"Mi," Call the Mama back.

"Why the hell, Ma'am? What the hell are you talking about?" Ask Amira as if she understands something will be said.

"Don't open social media first, huh?" His sweat. Though his mother had warned long ago that Amira was forbidden to hold a social media account, but Amira secretly made a new account just to fad about finding out about something news, because the news spread the fastest on social media.

"What's wrong?"

If commemorated like this, it seems Amira is opposed and wants to open the application immediately. Wanted to find out what made her mama so secretive.

"Don't just don't. You're focusing on the recording. If you need something, just call Mom, use a regular phone. Don't activate your internet data."

If this is the case, his mind will fly everywhere, thinking about the no-no. Basically, humans always have bad prejudices first, even like to think about things that have not happened but sometimes often the end.

"What the hell is that? Is her power so agitated?" The question is Amira is represented by Zayyan who is watching them.

"There's nothing. Kepo really," he replied with interspersed jokes so as not to be too tense.

Amira knew, her mother only pretended to be calm even though the look of her face was tense.

"Look it off anyway. If there is bad news, you live the way to live your career there is important you are not kesandung case heavy rich like lo new drugs dah ketar-ketir." Zayyan's suggestion seemed to understand the situation that was happening.

Maybe, if Amira's brain was as positive as it was when she got into trouble. He would still live his life quietly, but this was different. He was too weak and traumatized to hear someone else's scorn on him. He was too scared and too ear-opening to hear anything from people's mouths.

"What the hell, just turn on." The Mbaknya response then switched again to look at the Mbaknya, "Inget yes, do not open the sosmed first until things improve, Mbak said. Ma'am out first, it'll be on the clock to come home call."

Amira just nodded, obey what his Mbak said even though he will break for sure, maybe later.

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His room is now like a broken ship, Leo enters his room with a lot of toys. Amira knows this is intentional, his mother deliberately sent Leo to make Amira busy herself playing with the boy and forget about it opening her phone, even her phone was confiscated by her mother.

"Eo, can I minjem Tab?"

The boy's round eyes looked up at his Uty, "Boyeh, boyeh," He gave permission accompanied by a funny nod from his head.

His hand quickly picked up the Tab and his fingers nimbly instantly opened what he was looking for. He opened twitter to see trending today, there was his name and also the word trending corruption.

His heart was pumped rapidly, horrified by his own. His fingers began to tremble until his gaze faded a little, he was anxious to open it or did he leave it for the sake of maintaining his sanity?

However, his mind was anxious to find out. His head said to open the trending of his name. His trembling finger clicked his name on a trending line on twitter.

Thousands of tweets from the Twitter account were trending with thousands of likes, retweets, and even comments. The top part is from basejulid. There, the account sent an article about his father's case, a corruption case about his father that made the netizens angry.

Amira with a limp finger clicked the post to display a column of thousands of comments there. Hundreds of maki caci like a knife that stabbed him this time, this is not about him being blasphemed by students at his school, this is also not Amira Dewangsih student as usual. This time he named Amira Dewangsih as a famous person in his country because of his singing talent.

This time he wasn't worried about his family because he wasn't around, this time he was worried about his career, why was the test this heavy? Was this the destruction of his life for the second time? His head was already full of strands of trouble, as a fog of sight of his trauma crept back into his head.

Amira read some of those comments.

'Pantesan smooth, prosperous as soon as it turns out to eat it first illegal money.'

'Enak yes, his father's money is the result of corruption but he still walks quietly, even as an artist anyway.'

'*Usually when corruptors like many styles.'

'Seriously 'like? I can't believe it, gosh. Guys link shopi I put down ya don't forget checkout

'But Amira is really good, it's not her fault either?'

'Tips for success: become a child of corruptor*.'

And there are many others that make Amira sick, her head is full of meaning that even feels real immediately heard by her ears. She felt like she was back at the self she used to gossip about at school.

"Uty, why nanis?" Leo sat down near Amira, the little boy got up and stood in front of Amira. Hugged it.

"Leo?" Call him in a soft voice.

"Yes, Uty?" The boy let go of his embrace in order to see Amira.

"Leo can get out first? Uty's going to sleep." Her request.

Leo's eyes blinked still staring at Amira. "But, Mami says, Leo has to be bobo with Uty. Send me Uty's temenin." He said in a soft voice.

Amira became more and more crying, probably right, Amira for now needs someone to accompany her to keep her sanity awake and not do crazy things like before.

"If so, do we sleep?" Invite Amira to immediately forget the problem for a moment.

Leo nodded, "But Uty nda boyeh nanis."

This time Amira who nodded and then smiled thinly, "Yes, not really."