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As per Munah's appointment, he has spoken to his son Salim. To allow Nur Amalina Mayasari or Maya to create content tiktok at home.

Salim itself does not matter, as long as the place is cleaned and not damaged. That's what he said to Maya.

Of course Maya was very grateful to Munah and Salim. He then made some videos. Some are directly uploaded that day as well and some are stored in the draft, to be uploaded the next day.

Because when uploaded all of them, often all of them do not enter the veranda for your page or FYP. We as activists will lose content, because the content in the draft cannot be canceled if it has been uploaded. And the content will be eroded by new content from others.

"May, I think you have to create choreography or new things in joget content that you create."

Salim told Maya in the next few days. When Maya is stopping by Munah's house to create content.

"You mean, koreo I'm monotonous huh Sal?" ask Maya to Salim.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean it's not good. The proof is that FYP is good, right?" Salim looked at Maya.

"I mean, you make creations and breakthroughs. Let it go viral. Huck, scold all of you don't gig. It's like getting a name first. If you have been invited to tips, then the endorse will continue." said Salim again.

"Yes." said Maya.

"Our competition in the digital world is many, May. Take knowledge from product developers. If we don't innovate, we'll drown" Salim said.

"Yes anyway. There are many rival products, let alone us. Now we think about how we can keep doing" said Maya.

"That's what I mean." Salim.

Maya finally understood. In the following days he began to think about what innovations he could make. So that he continues to enter FYP and if he can boom.

Maya first created a content jog at night in front of a banyan tree, which is famous for being haunted in the area around her residence. He got the idea because he saw the enthusiasm of netizens towards horror content.

While holding back the fear that raged in his heart, he ventured into dancing and tried the choreo that he had just created a few hours ago.

"May, take target. You must continue to FYP, so you can be rich and have an iPhone. Pack Balenciaga bags, LV and others. Tired to use bag price spit mulu."

Maya reminds herself, when fear strikes again. So he jiggled in front of the banyan tree with enthusiasm.

It carries lighting as well as power banks as lighting facilities. He really did it alone, for the sake of content and for the sake of FYP. No matter what, maybe the demits are looking at his behavior right now.

"Finally so too."

Maya takes her tools and runs away from the banyan tree when it's over. Not only got there, he also had to sneak into the rented house so as not to be caught by his mother. Maybe his mother threw the pot if caught this night he just came home.

"Where are you from, May?"

Maya's stepfather, who was playing chess with her half-sister, is now reprimanding the girl. Maya is shocked to think everyone is asleep.

"From creating content, sir." replied Maya.

"But there are friends, right?" ask his stepfather again.

"There's koq, sir. Maya is not alone." Maya answered again.

"Don't lie to Maya, you're being harassed by people."

Maya's 13-year-old half-sister followed suit.

"Iye, Indra Junaedi." he said later.

Maya then went into the room and put down all the equipment.

"Huh, upload it first." said Maya, when she had fallen on the Palembang mattress.

He grabbed the phone and then wanted to upload the video earlier. When he had already determined the cover, he remembered something.

"Do I make a gimmick, let's get more excited" thought the girl.

Maya also smiled, then returned the mobile phone cursor to the back and edited the writing on the tiktok video.

"Well my indigo friends, what do you see in the back?"

He wrote those words in his video. Shortly thereafter,

"Click."

The video was successfully uploaded. Maya takes a breath, taps the phone, then goes to take a shower. After the shower, he went to sleep.

***

"Tin."

"Tin."

Maya was shocked and woke up to the sound of a notification sound on her phone, which never stopped.

"Hoahm."

He yawned and watched the screen and was surprised to see what the notification was.

"Anjir, this much?" he said he couldn't believe it.

He was dumbfounded for a while and hurriedly opened the ticktok. It turned out that the video had been watched five million times overnight and received hundreds of thousands of likes and so many comments.

"Oh my God. A video that went viral?" he still doesn't believe.

"May, you're anjir's viral."

A short message entered on Maya's WhatsApp page, followed by other messages even up to hundreds. All the contents of the message are the same, which is to talk about the virtual Maya that day.

"Lu viral, may."

"Maya lo viral, since when do you Indigo?"

"Maya, video loh viral, did not expect it turns out lo Indiana John. Wkwkwk."

"May, viral knows."

Messages from SD friends, Junior High School, Playmates, friends in the drakor community are all the same.

"My analysis went viral. I'm viraaal."

Maya screaming.

"Heh Maya, your trance?"

Both Maya's parents and sister wake up from their sleep and run to Maya's room. They think Maya has seen the apparition.

"Why you?" ask her mother again.

"Mom, Maya viral mom. Maya viraaa."

Maya screams in excitement and invites her mother to dance.

"Eh May, what piral?" ask her mother not to understand.

"May viral, ma'am."

"Yes what?"

Maya's sister, Indra then opened her tiktok site and saw which video Maya said was viral. He found it and showed it to his mother.

"Gosh this in front of banyan haunted?" yelled at his mother again.

He was ready to throw the pot over Maya's head. Until then,

"Pok, mpok Indah. The mpoook."

Some voices from the surrounding mothers seem to call Maya's mother. Suddenly Maya's mother turned around and headed forward. There are already mothers who consist of neighbors around.

"Ape ye mpok?" ask Maya's mother in wonder.

"The Maya, mpok. Maya's famous." They responded with enthusiasm.

"Bakalan so an impromptu artist this mpok, daft again." said the other mothers.

"Your rich books are mmpok, seriously."

"Oh that's ye, hehehe."

Maya's mother, who was about to get angry, is now grinning in front of her neighbors. Maya begins to feel proud of herself.