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In the Name of the Application

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The sound of drum thump, guitar and bass passages, keyboard clinks, combined with the distinctive voice of vocalist Nada Sumbang is still heard until midnight. The sweat that soaked their bodies even in the air-conditioned space had not dampened their spirits. Even the more night they are practicing.

Especially when Kanya suddenly appears while bringing a pizza box for them. Their laughter broke. Remembering the early days of Nada Sumbang's career who still often gig from cafe to cafe and Kanya who often accompany them and take care of all the needs of the band if there is free time and play to Yogyakarta. Errata, actually the woman was just waiting for the Son, but all the band members also felt how attentive Kanya. Like this time, when Kanya suddenly appeared while carrying two pizza boxes, although the woman's face did not look as bright as usual.

"Yes! Finished at last. Rest first yuk!" take Arlan while stretching out her stiff hand muscles.

While the other band members quickly put their tools and ran towards Kanya who had just heated the pizza with a microwave at Anggit's house. Indeed, when it came earlier, Nada Sumbang decided to focus on training first. Be the pizza Kanya brought was already cold when they were almost done practicing. That's why the woman took the initiative to heat up the pizza she brought before Nada Sumbang really took a break.

"If there's a manager like him, I want one too. Most know what the artist needs," said Danu who is most eager to eat among the members of Nada Sumbang. Kanya laughs.

"That's good at lo times, Dan. I'll tell you if you ask for a delicious meal."

"Oh yes, why don't you be our manager?" bargain Alfian while slipping her legs on the sofa. Overlapping the body of the prone Angit.

"No. Could die young I take care of people like you."

"No way. There you are actually getting younger because there are many laughs with us," said Arlan who sat beside Kanya. The man sitting closest to the woman, embraces Kanya's shoulder. Arlan deliberately did it just to see the response of the Son who he said had tried to let the story between them really ended.

"Ar, lo's hands. Not from Anya!" threaten the Son while throwing a sofa cushion at Arlan.

"Why the hell? It's okay for me to hug too. Yes, No, Nya?"

"Yes anyway. This lo section. I won't tell you how I am the same. Yeah, let's just say fan service."

"Well, why would Arlan!" the protest of Putra widened his eyes.

"Well, how do I go? It doesn't matter to hug either. As long as it's Arlan, it won't change anything. Yes, no, Lan. I told you too, Brother, just think of it as fan service." Kanya persisted with her opinion.

"Where is that kayak. No lo's edge, Ar!"

The menace of the Son made Arlan smile faintly. Almost invisible. He knew, this time Putra was trying to be a good brother to Kanya. Not as an overprotective ex-boyfriend out of blind jealousy. For if it was the Son of old, it would have come to him soon and separated the distance between Arlan and Kanya. Even he did not hesitate to fight for strength if there was someone who dared to touch Kanya, even a fingernail. However, now the Son was just bluffing without really intending to separate them.

"Just don't mind, if you're a sewot anyway," Arlan's fishing rod still doesn't move from his seat. And, Son really just threw another sofa cushion at Arlan. "Dih, it's so bad you're a brother. No one wants PDKT with Kanya if you are fierce like a tiger. There they will run away when they know your true nature."

"Nobody just said there's nothing like me." This time Kanya protested when Arlan mentioned the woman.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" asked Alfian who was more silent and became an observer as his friends joked. Only occasionally did he come up laughing when the others were discussing silly matters.

"Well, you think I don't have a boyfriend yet?" Instead of answering, Kanya asked a question that made Alfian shake his head. Surprised by Kanya's long-held attitude.

"Eh, it's delicious. 15, less of it. There's 25."

"The more chaotic the night the conversation. Yuk, go home!" take the son while getting up from the sofa.

"Well, just run away you two. No, you can't go back yet. We need to have a serious conversation with him about the offer to become a manager."

"True Danu, Put. We need to talk seriously about the manager." Aggit chimed in Danu's words. "If I think you're the right person to be our manager. You see, he who knows us best and responds quickly must be how every time in an urgent situation."

"Gue one voice with Danu and Anggit." Alfian supported both of his friends.

While Arlan and Putra exchanged looks. Arlan's gaze seemed to hint if he also agreed with the opinions of his three friends and begged the Son to persuade Kanya. While Putra feels a dilemma, because the person concerned looks uncomfortable in his current position.

"You don't want to hear your opinion, Kanya? You could feel like you're the right person to be our manager, but he's got a job. Where can we ask him to be a manager without thinking about his opinion."

"That's why we need to talk, Son. There are Kanya all of you." Danu is anxious about the attitude of the Son who is sometimes a little slow to think in certain situations.

"Wait a minute, you guys talk about me getting wider everywhere, I'm talking about it now. Sori, I'm not interested in being your manager. I love working with you like when I was in High School or college. Take care of your needs. Set your gig schedule and so on, but that doesn't mean I want to be a professional in this field. This is not my passion. I just love being with you guys a lot. There's no Vika, is there?"

Danu sighed. "After yesterday's incident you should know what happened to the girl."

"meaning?"

No one answered Kanya's question. They're speechless. Until finally the Son opened his voice.

"Vika was dismissed as our artist management. They offer the same as us to find our own managers or provided the same company with job risks that we obviously cannot avoid going forward. That's why we want really trustworthy people who take care of us."

"Pity is also Vika, it must not be easy for him to get through all this."

"Which came angry with Vika, could sympathy also turned out." Sindir Arlan made Kanya glare.

"It's a different atmosphere, Brother Arlan!"

"So how, you really don't want to be our manager, Nya?" Alfian looked uninspired as he asked his question.

Kanya sighed. His face looked regretful as he said, "Sorry, I really can't help you. Sori yes. Or should I find a friend? There was a friend of my High School who took care of indie bands in Jakarta. Maybe he could. It just so happens that he's back home. Want me to meet you guys? My son has also met. His son was a little quiet, but once he met the one frequency can be really cool to talk."

The son listened to Kanya's talk. He became interested when the woman mentioned a friend of hers who had met Putra. Could she be the woman he met at the airport?

If so, how narrow is the world. However, for some reason, Putra hoped that his guess was not correct this time. How can anyone who does not know that he is the vocalist of Nada Sumbang - a band that is on the rise and idolized almost throughout the archipelago - be their artist manager.