The Singers
041. Cancel Culture's.

As if he was imprisoned, he could not get out. Her agency scolded her all out and locked her inside her apartment. Prohibit him from wandering first. Who is not stressed when faced with such a situation? Sesil is clearly under stress. He even received terror into his apartment.

Exhales and the sound of aridity that is tired and angry at himself or the world. When in a fragile state man will consider that the world is unfair.

"Sil!" Call her manager into a messy room.

Clothes, bags, shoes, even the interior was scattered. I don't know what the girl has done, maybe going berserk venting her emotions.

The girl who was sitting in front of the window heard without looking back, seeing the presence of her manager.

"Lo ate? I brought food. It's outside if you want to eat." He said as he picked up the clothes scattered below. As usual, he was used to cleaning up the mess that the actress was doing.

"Gue's not laper." He said briefly and then revealed his disheveled face.

"But your stomach must be filled. You must not eat from the morning, right?" Guess the manager while putting the clothes into dirty laundry because it is filled with lipstick stains.

"Said I'm not a laper."

His manager breathed in, sometimes he was tired, wanting to end this mentally testing work. However, sometimes he also did not have the heart to leave Sesil. So-so, actually the girl is just a lonely human who must be directed even though it is very difficult to direct it.

"Gue wants to say something even though this makes you more down, but you have to know about this." He said with great caution.

"Why?"

"There are several projects that cancel you. Advertisements Mari Bread, magazine models, and also the one you are waiting for about the same film project Nicholas Saputra."

Sesil knew it was going to happen about this. He had prepared his mentality about this. However, it still felt like he wanted to bang his head at this very moment.

"Who's replacement?"

"It doesn't matter who's looking for you."

"Who?" Resell ask.

"Diani Wu. I was told it was the same Tim from there." He replied with a soft fear of further injuring Sesil. "Udah do not have to think, it is not a sustenance lo aja."

Sesil laughed in his life. Usually when he heard Jiani Wu's name, his hatred would increase. However, this time he was too tired to hate someone. Now he hates his own life more or his life is starting to break.

"Lo needs to be won?" His manager again opened his voice because he never heard the answer from Sesil.

"No. If you want to go home, go home."

"Judek. I'm back, huh? Don't forget the macem-macem. Take care. If there's anything direct call me." The message when it is done cleaning the girl's room that the owner just messed up.

"Yes, thanks."

Then he went back to his room. Sesil took his phone which he had just turned off. She wants to know about her boyfriend, can he accompany her tonight?

When the phone was on, the thing Sesil opened quickly was his girlfriend's message room. There were clearly some phones that were not picked up by him, there were even a series of messages for him.

His heart started to feel tight. Even his hands trembled as he read every stanza of those words.

'*We have to end all this."

'Our relationship is a mistake. I'm sorry, I love my wife more than my son.'

'I love you. But I'd better keep my family that I've been with for a long time.'

'May you be well, yes. Hope you got a better man than me*.'

Then the sign of his contact blocked is clearly visible. Sesil bit his lips in annoyance.

Damn guy!

All the promises they had once built were instantly shattered. Everything was smashed together.

Amira has said it yet? If Alkan's gaze and smile were rancid and truly exuded his cultural aura. Sometimes Amira likes to be annoyed to see it, even though the man is handsome and handsome, still the look makes his hand want to punch the handsome face of the man.

There, he sat at a fairly large table himself. Looks like he really finished the meeting because there are some dishes and used drinks there. There were even business cards had someone else stored at the table or seemed to be left behind.

"Hi, baby." When Amira had just occupied the seat in front of her.

Amira stared at the business card without reading the name of the card's owner. "Hi, who's this?"

"The client missed. He said he would come back later. He bought something for his mother. You want to eat?"

"Hm... I'm laper."

Because Alkan now speaks me-you. Amira got carried away with the atmosphere using it also unconsciously. However, when he realized he would instantly correct to be me-you.

"You want what pesen?"

"You need fried rice."

Alkan nodded and called the waiter to order Amira's order and a glass of water because Amira felt she needed it more than a drink.

"Where are you going?"

"Still shopping. He said he would come here or go straight home. If my mother goes straight home, you have a responsibility to take care of me." Obviously Amira while opening her mask.

Alkan chuckled softly while nodding his head. "It will be my pleasure to get to the door."

"No mode." He said with jutek. "By the way, you don't eat?" Although jutek-jutek, it turns out Amira is quite attentive.

"No laper. Seeing people eating makes me full."

I don't know which theory it is from. Though Alkan a doctor, but sometimes his lifestyle does not reflect a doctor.

"Squeaky. You don't fit in to be a doctor."

"I'm just taking medicine because I have a hospital."

Amira laughed in her heart. Where is a prankster entering medicine with near-perfect grades? It seems like only a madman would go to medicine, and that madman is Alkan.

"It's crazy." Chirpe Amira.

The food came quickly. Fortunately, he was now hungry and half dead. Luckily the service at the restaurant was quick.

"You?" He offered it to Alkan before he began to feed the food.

Alkan shook his head, "You're all. Eat a lot, huh? Let me get married."

Unclear talk that Amira did not respond. The man chuckles, while Amira chooses to focus on her food rather than responding to the man's nonsense.

Someone's steps toward them. Amira could feel it because it was behind her.

"Can! Hey, sorry to bother. I want to take my name tag. Sorry, yes. I'm kind of late." He said hello to Alkan.

His hand reached for the name tag that was beside Amira.

"Father. Just relax, the age factor is becoming too late."

"Damn. You're the same me, old man you times." He said with laughter. "Eh, who is it? Sorry, yeah bother."

Feeling that the man was talking to her, Amira looked up to see the man. Someone who is wearing a black suit typical of office people and a face that is quite familiar.

"Amira?!" He said as if he could not believe that they would meet again in this place.