Help out! I Want Skinny
Part 20's. Behind The Drama
Arjun and Karmila looked at each other with huffed faces.
"How's it?" rani asked both of them.
"Alright then according to Brother," replied Arjun languidly.
While Karmila lowered her head agitatedly without saying a word.
"Karmila, I thank you for your help. However, it seems that I also need to remind one thing. Calling Marisa repeatedly and saying that you and Arjun are getting married I don't think it needs to be too far there" Rani said with a sigh.
"Oh .... Sorry, Rani. As the former meaning of FTV I think I was too deep into my role," Karmila said with her hands wagging her beautiful long hair.
"When did Karmila come to FTV?" ledek Rani without awkward.
"Four years ago, whose filim title is 'Grabbing the Love of the Village Widow' you know." Karmila.
"Oh that, are you a worker on the tea plantation?"
"Well, that's what you remember!" karmila smiled with satisfaction.
Rani twists lazy eyeball. Still fresh in his memory how Karmila exaggerated his acting that was no more than a minute in the filim, standing picking tea shoots with the cast of other figures.
In the filim Karmila was wearing a gardener's clothes and a hat which made Rani herself barely recognize that it was Karmila. "Hoh, okay. I forgot that you, Say, are a professional artist. Looks like I'll have to pay a fortune for your incredible acting."
"Oh, there's no need to do that. So, is there a problem with my acting?" ask Karmila confidently.
"so. Marisa strongly believes it is true to the point of wanting a divorce. Don't you, Arjun?" rani said glancing at her sister who was sitting next to her. While Arjun just assented with a slow nod.
"Then?" asked Karmila enthusiastically continued to bring her face closer towards Rani.
"Sure that can't happen. We'll explain everything to Marisa what really happened"
"No need, Brother. I'll explain everything myself later" Arjun quickly cut.
"Are you sure?" rani asked a little surprised by her sister's response.
"Yes, Brother."
"alright. Please finish this well. Father and Mamak are very disturbed about this." Rani reminded.
***
"Hello, Sam?" greet Marisa on the phone.
"Hi, Ica. How are you?"
"good. Oya, Sam, can you give me a job at your place?"
"Work?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Have you asked Arjun's permission?"
"I don't need permission from him."
"But, Ca-"
"Please, Sam."
"Hhhh .... Alright. When there's time, come to my office."
"Can this one?"
"Can."
"All right, I'll come at one o'clock" said Marisa and hung up.
***
Marisa sipped a warm tea that served Nia-Secretary Samuel. To him it was soothing to be in Samuel's study. The room was spacious and impressed homey, far from the formal picture of the workspace in general.
Samuel put some of his holiday photos on the wall. Also put positive words that are framed.
There was a lamp standing near the corner of the reading table. Marisa imagined Samuel would often spend hours there to read many books. The reading table itself is right next to a wide glass window overlooking the western cityscape. The sunset is always clearly visible from that window.
"Sorry, make you wait. I was stuck in traffic" said Samuel, sitting in front of Marisa.
"Oh, it's okay," said Marisa.
"So, how are you? What makes you want to work, Ca?" samuel asked unceremoniously with both hands clenched over his stomach.
"Let's get some money, Sam. What else?"
"How much do you need? Maybe I can help, Ca," Samuel cheered politely.
"I don't like to owe money, Sam."
"Hhmmm, then what urgent needs make you have to leave the task at home and hunt for rupiah?"
"I think I'm gonna start a new life with the kids. Get out of the house and separate from my husband" said Marisa slowly.
"What are you talking about, Ca?" asked Samuel astonished.
"My decision is unanimous. I want a divorce from Arjun, Sam," said Marisa Pilu.
"Why?"
"What else if it wasn't a matter of infidelity, Sam!" exciting Marisa.
"Yes my. Because of that Karmila guy?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"You're not as fat as before. In just a few months your diet will reach your ideal weight."
"It's no use, Sam. Arjun didn't even comment anything on my change. He didn't seem to appreciate how hard I had been trying all this time to lose weight. I fought so as not to embarrass him, but it also left him untouched."
"Come on. Don't give up that easily" Samuel said.
"I'm not giving up, but if my husband doesn't like me anymore, do I have to hang on? Hmh! I still have my pride. See later, if my money has been a lot I will have plastic surgery to South Korea. Upgrade appearance to be like a celebrity. Taper face, sharp nose and slender, liposuction, breast implants, and if necessary I will do surgery to let the virgin back. Huahaha .... Or do you want to be my sponsor, Sam, for plastic surgery over there? If even later I can not be an artist, yes at least can be a selegram. Let's just say you planted an investment into me. Once I am famous then your capital will return many times. Hows it? Do you agree with my brilliant idea?" cecar Marisa's.
"Haish! Do you want to find a job or do you want me to pay for plastic surgery now?" samuel asked confusedly.
"As much as you are, Sam," said Marisa shyly.
Samuel leaned forward. Picked up the newspaper on the table, rolled it up and gently smacked it into Marisa's head. "Conscious, Ca!" his gerrick.
"Aw!" marisa screamed while stroking her head.
Samuel threw the paper back at the table. "Never try to do plastic surgery," he threatened with the index finger pointing to Marisa.
Marisa's lips curled wryly hearing that. "alright. Tell me can I get a job, Sam?"
Samuel squinted both eyes. "Listen, you and Arjun can't get divorced! Don't you think what's going on with the kids?"
"Oh, come on. Children living one roof with parents who don't love each other anymore is also bad" Marisa said.
"Whatever your problems are both there must be a solution. All problems have a way out, Ca. You just need to talk heart to heart."
"I've tried it, but Arjun doesn't care."
"Patience, Ca. Give him time to come back to you" Samuel advised.
"You don't understand me at all, Sam! If you can't help, I can still find work elsewhere, too" exasperated Marisa exclaimed as she stood up and walked towards the door.
"Ca, wait!" call Samuel after Marisa.
Marisa stop. His mind moved wildly and quickly imagined sad things, forcing his tears to drip. Ah yes, Marisa remembered that time at the mall there was a discount branded bag that she had long wanted, but even when the price was cheap money was even used to treat her ailing father.
Not in vain his efforts. Clear water gushed down his cheeks just before Samuel turned his back. On the other hand Samuel immediately felt guilty making the woman before him cry.
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