KEEPING SECRETS (CAN YOU?)
Eps. 10 IS ALMOST
Today is the last day Diva took the picture for the first soap opera. And during the filming process that took more than two months it went smoothly. Diva has new experiences, new friends. Now they are in a cafe, the director invites them all to eat as a thanksgiving for completing the filming process.
Ting, ting, ting's.
All the filmmakers and crew who were originally sitting together with his boisterous, immediately fell silent to the sound of the bowl being tapped with a spoon by Koswara the director.
“Please attention for a moment.” Koswara opened his speech from the end of one of the long tables.
“Thank you for your cooperation, for these two months we have been working hard. For two months we have been working together. Sometimes there are obstacles and distractions, but thank goodness we can overcome them.” Koswara paused for a moment. Then he lifted his soda can and continued again. “Today I invite all of you toast, as a symbol of gratitude for our success and also as a symbol of hope this film that we do will be liked by the community. Teammates lift your drinks.”
Koswara saw everyone present. All of them had raised their drinks and with wide smiles full of hope they stared back at Koswara.
“Hopefully our soap opera is favored by the community. Aamiin.”
“Aamiin.” The loud choirs of the entire cast and crew of the film were compactly reverberated.
“Returned. CHEERS.” Then together they drink their own drinks.
“Please eat, please eat. Come.” Koswara. The entire cast and crew came back boisterous with laughter and laughter between them.
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Two weeks later.
“Ma..., mom... Fast dong. I want to show this.” Shouted Diva in front of her home tv.
While waiting impatiently, Diva dudu was carpeted leaning against the sofa and holding a bowl of snacks. His gaze was straight as if impatiently waiting for the soap opera that starred premiered that night. Diva sucks up her ice cubes and then puts in her favorite snack again.
Nabila came half running. In his hand carried two large bowls of brownish-colored snacks and fried bananas. Behind him, Minah followed also with a hasty step. Do not forget in his hand to hold two pieces of lemon iced tea.
“Propos dong Diva. There's still five minutes left.” Nabila said while sitting on the sofa and put a small snack bowl on the front of Diva.
“Iya. We're running tonight.” Gerrutu bu Minah's.
“Udah gapatient really use, want to know my acting skills.” Seru Diva's. A moment later he realized Adli had not yet arrived. Diva immediately grabbed her hape and called the manager.
“Halo, Assalamu’alaikum.” Say Diva when the phone is connected.
“….”
“Om so here right? All are ready nobar.”
“….”
“Yaa.. Why is that? Argh, but you have to watch wherever you are?”
“…”
“Ya has already started, the soap opera has started. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Have Diva, maybe Adli is busy. It's not just you that he takes care of. Patience yes, mama sure om Adli will definitely not miss this soap opera deh.” Tukas Nabila when his daughter looks manyun after ending her phone call.
“Iya son, just relax.” Tukas bu Minah while stroking the tip of the head of her momongan.
The soap opera has begun to play. For the first fifteen minutes, Diva has not been seen appearing on their windscreen screen. When the commercial breaks, Diva's face looks more and more manyun.
“Ih, tuh lip why dimonyong-monyongin anyway.” Tempta Nabila's. “Beauty this mama's daughter so lost impregnable loh.”
“Finally, Diva's face has not been seen at all. The feeling was that the Diva schene was walking together to enter the classroom with Rully. There's dialogue too. But how come there's no one?”
“Patience, patience, maybe when editing changed. Who is patient yes.” Advice to his daughter.
Suddenly the door of the house was knocked and a few shouts of greeting rang out behind the door.
“Bella, Cherry!” Shouted the Diva that recognized the voice from outside.
The Diva got up and ran straight away.
“DIVA!” Shouted Nabila.
Nabila's shout made Diva stop her steps, then look at her with eyes as if asking what the hell?
“Mama want to move first next door, just open the door ya.” Clearly Nabila patiently.
Diva patted her forehead realizing, these friends should not know about Nabila is the real mother of Diva.
“Iya ma, sorry to forget.” Answer Diva lirih.
Nabila immediately brought his iced lemon tea as well as his favorite snack bowl and then baked next door through a small road behind which connected their two houses.
“Hai.” Diva opened the door and showed off her white teeth as a big smile greeted her two best friends.
“So long, replied his greetings from earlier. The opening time is very long.” Groused Bella.
“Sorry, sorry, just now say hello to you guys, I suddenly want to pee. Because I've been holding it back. Forced to pee first.” Answer the Diva while grinning.
“Keep us here? Can't enter?” Sergey Cherry.
“Eh, sorry can dong. Should even go in.” Diva answered while opening the door wide, then closing it again when her two best friends had entered.
Moments later they have drifted in the soap opera story.
An hour or so they were in front of a glass screen.
“Whuih, very good acting you Diva.” Cherry Exclamation.
“Ho-oh, cool. You should be the one who became Dini the main character.” Babe Bella adds praise to her best friend.
While Diva feels her heart is very happy, but also sad because Mama Nabila and om Adli are not beside her at this time. In his heart he was eager to hear the judgments and praise from the two of them.
Hape Diva also does not stop sounding signifying a lot of incoming messages. Diva is busy opening and reading all the incoming messages and then replying one by one. The average incoming message is from fellow cast and crew members, as well as from other classmates. Adli and Nabila also sent praise and criticism on the appearance of Diva, even though through messaging only.
By still showing a smile of happiness to two friends who are still busy discussing his appearance in the soap opera, Diva's heart felt a little sadness. For now Mama Nabila is not there directly with her share this happiness, because both of her friends come and make Mama Nabila succumb to move away to hide their status.
Although Diva never understood, why the status between her and Mama Nabila must be kept secret from anyone? Wh why?
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Days pass. The soap opera starring Diva was successful in the market. Several times photos of Diva plastered on the page of the newspaper. Job interviews for talk show programs both on radio and television flow, making Diva's savings coffers quickly bloated.
Since his name skyrocketed, Adli gave the facility of a car and driver to drive wherever Diva went. Whether it is for school activities or activities outside the school. The busy schedule makes Diva difficult to feel the freedom she used to feel. Now is the time to be very overwhelmed with work.
One morning. As usual, Diva left school with her car.
“Mang, why is it so crowded in front of the school gate huh?” Diva asked Mang Udin, the driver who was in charge of driving her.
“Yes yes neng. You don't know, it's not usually like that. Was there an accident in front of the school?”
“Pelan-pelan only mang.”
The car carrying the Diva is getting swallowed up as it gets closer to the school gate. Seen some delivery cars also can not move because of the crowd in front of the school gate.
Diva opened the window of her car intending to ask one of her friends who happened to be seen walking towards the gate. The Diva tilted her head and shouted out a call.
Some of the crowd turned their heads and looked at the Diva whose head was stretched out.
“That Diva.” Shouted one of them.
The shout invited the crowd to turn to the direction the screamer pointed at. Sontak simultaneously scattering towards the Diva car. So until they immediately shone the camera took photos and recorded Diva activities.
Seeing people running towards him, Diva hurriedly closed her door window. With a face full of anxiety just silently staring ahead. For a moment in panic, not knowing why the media were suddenly chasing after him.
The windshield of the car was tapped by journalists who surrounded the Diva car. They shouted less obvious question sentences heard from inside the car.
Diva remembers Adli. He hastily unpacked his bag and took his hape.
“Ha-hello. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“….”
“Om, please Diva. Now Diva is mobbed by journalists. Diva scared om.”
“…”
“Iya. But Diva today has to be a test.”
“….”
“Iya. Yes.”
Diva hung up.
“Mang, take me away from here. Quick mang. Cepaaaat!” Diva is full of fear.
Seriate…
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