Not a Contract Marriage

Make a statement

This morning Dira and Gara had left for the airport for the return trip back to Jakarta. They leave early in the morning from Bali because later tonight his uncle Gara will use a private plane for business trips.

During the trip Dira was never far from Gara. The woman clings like a stamp to her husband.

"Mas, where are you going?" Dira asked when she felt her hand that was about to be released by Gara.

"Bathroom. Wanna come?" Dira shook his head and let go of Gara's hand.

"Don't be long" said Dira with a face that looked frightened at staying.

"Yes." Yeah."

Gara took the time to stroke Dira's head for a moment before finally leaving.

Dira who was left alone felt anxious. Bad thoughts came to his mind. But remember her husband's message at that time made Dira try to calm down.

Dira even said prayers for their safety during the journey.

"Why you?"

Because surprised to see Dira who closed eyes with both hands in the front of the chest. Don't forget her pawing lips.

"Mas." Dira immediately hugged Gara who was already sitting beside him.

"Why?"

"No papa."

"Fear." Dira nodded.

"Take it easy, let's say you're relaxed at home."

Because hold Dira's shoulder and lean his wife's head on his chest to make it more comfortable. Sure enough, Dira fell asleep shortly after in Gara's arms.

 

In Jakarta, in the morning.

Intan is back to tranding the hottest search topics as a sensation artist.

How not sensation? The artist and model last night just issued a statement that he is not guilty of the news that hit him recently.

Even in posts that Intan uploads on his sosmed account. The woman said that what happened to her at that time was only an accident due to the disrespectful treatment of the person who was angry.

Intan also said his defense that he was innocent and spilled the blame on the receptionist woman. Intan said that the two women wanted to pass through her.

And this morning too, again Intan get a call from Wawan. The man is very dizzy if it is one of his artists that this is making trouble.

Either in the sosmed over his posts or with fellow colleagues in the company.

"What does this post mean?" Wawan turned his lapotope towards Intan and his Manager.

"Nothing," he said casually.

"I'm asking you to apologize publicly at the conference yesterday. But you went to see those people. Ok, it doesn't matter if you want to solve it personally."

"We can make a statement if everything is resolved in private. But what are you doing this for? It really tarnishes the good name of the company." Angry Wawan.

"Selow only time. Companies have to work, right. So that the artist's good name is not bad." Relax Intan.

"Are you sure of that?"

"Of course."

"What if those people don't accept what you're doing?"

"They couldn't dare do anything to me." Pede Intan smiled proudly at her.

"Well, assume you're right. Now we make a statement and you have to agree to it."

"What other statement? The problem is over, don't exaggerate." Malas Intan said ketus.

"Please write a statement on this paper. State if something happens with your pottingan problem or your problem gets bigger. Then the company will not be responsible for anything related to it."

Wawan stared at the flat Intan who was still relaxed as usual if there was a problem. He is a relaxed person if he feels right.

But actions that he considers to be right always cause a lot of problems.

"So, just such a statement still has to be written? It's really old." Hina Intan's.

"So soon make a statement or the company won't find a job for you." Threatening Wawan is not kidding.

Hearing the threat of Wawan, of course, makes Intan not like and upset.

"Let my manager write it. My pretty nails break when I hold a pen." Intan looked at her nails that had just been painted and ornamented.

"Dog on! Contact the parties related to all artist jobs. Say ...."

"Eh, uh, uh, what do you want huh?" Panik Intan when he heard Wawan's speech which turned out to be very serious and not playing games.

"Write!" Wawan's orders were firm.

"Ck, write yes. Is it so hard to stay?"

Intan began writing on the paper given by Wawan earlier. Shortly afterwards he handed the paper back to Wawan.

"No! Complete again same date problems, same date post I also exist. I guarantee you I'll never delete that post." Surely confident.

Agi, Wawan Secretary. Take the paper containing the Intan statement and read it to make sure. Then put the stampede on afterwards.

"Signature there. Write your name under his signature" said Wawan.

"Ck, it's so complicated! it's like a life and death covenant with the signature of everything." Kesal Intan again pulled the paper from Wawan's hand and gave his signature and also his name.

"No! Take it there."

Intan threw the new paper in his signature onto Wawan's face. The man tightened his jaw trying to hold back the anger.

"Get out!" Dismissed.

"Who wants to stay in this ugly room?" Sinis Intan passed from before Wawan alone.

While the Manager is still there because there are things that he wants to convey.

"Sir, can I apply for an artist change? I can't take it anymore, sir. Intan is very difficult for me to set, even he is the more willing to set." His complaint.

"Aren't you working with him for a few months?" Ask Wawan.

"Yes sir, but as long as we work together. He set me up, even I was often in anger and in the same teriakin in vain. Though I'm his superior, but instead looks like a messenger."

Manager Intan complained to him all Intan's actions. How again? The woman was no longer able to take care of an artist whose habits are stubborn but many want it like Intan. Where can not be set again, the mind.

"Yes, you just go to the related section," said Wawan who made the woman in front of him smile.

"Thank you, Sir. Excuse me first." The woman got up from her seat and came out of the Wawan room.

"Have you recorded all this?" Wawaan asked Agi, his Secretary.

"Already, Sir. Even the words of Manager Intan have been recorded as well."

"Good, to face a lizard snake that likes to camouflage. We should have a handle."

"Yes, Sir. Everything we've secured, if later the woman fights back and demands, we can defend ourselves."

Wawan nodded in agreement with what Agi said.

Intan who had entered the elevator was about to go down to the basement and realized that he was alone.

"When is that woman? Basic Manager is useless. She was indeed more suitable to be a maid than an artist manager." Intan snickered his own manager.

 

Artist and model agencies in this story are only written by author aja yes friends🙂🙂🙂.

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