
Clarissa has returned home, but news of a failed marriage is still being heard. Several reporters were still waiting for an explanation from the artist at the airport.
Yes, this two weeks Clarissa enjoyed her holiday in the Netherlands. He deliberately to calm down while gathering with the Raya family there.
Claudia and her husband and their three children also went there. They accompany the heartbroken Clarissa.
The news of Clarissa's return from abroad appeared in various media both electronic, print and social.
Clarissa hires bodyguards to avoid the news-seekers.
It did not escape Devan's observation, he told Hilman to continue to monitor Clarissa's activities both from social media and the people around the artist.
"Today Miss Clarissa will guest star on a talk show on one of the private televisions, Mister!" report Hilman in the President's office.
"Come see him to advance his shooting schedule, right away" Devan ordered.
"Good, Master!" Hilman passed.
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At exactly 9 p.m., Hilman came to Clarissa's apartment. He took a slow breath hoping that the artist would obey the wishes of the President.
He knocked on the door, before long Yuna opened it. "Hilman, what's up here?"
"Can I talk to Miss Clarissa?"
"I'll talk to him, wait here!" Yuna invited Hilman to sit in the living room.
Within five minutes, Yuna showed up with Clarissa. The two women sat in front of him. Tina also joined the three while offering a cup of tea.
"What do you need?" ask Clarissa.
Hilman gulped his saliva, he was at a loss where to say. He picked up the tissue on the table and wiped his sweaty forehead.
"Why shut up? Talk quickly!" tina's orders.
"I'm here to ask Miss Clarissa to come back to Arta Fashion tomorrow" Hilman said, looking down without daring to stare.
"Can't!" reject Tina out loud.
"Clarissa's schedule is two days away, you can't change it" Yuna said.
"The president asked for it, Miss!" hilman.
"That man as he pleases!" grouse Clarissa.
"No way, I'm going to rest tomorrow!" clarissa.
"Miss, please. The president will be very angry with me, if it does not succeed in bringing you," whined Hilman.
"Sorry, Hilman. I can't!" reject Clarissa.
"This month the President has always been angry, not to mention a few days ago Mr. Devan fell ill," explained Hilman.
"So she could be sick, too" Clarissa said.
"Miss, my fate is in your hands!" Hilman showed a sad face.
Clarissa stood up from her seat and left Hilman in the living room.
"Miss!" call Hilman.
"You better go home" said Tina.
"Didn't you feel sorry for me?" ask Hilman.
"No!" yuna and Tina said in unison.
Hilman left the apartment in a shaky move, calling the President to say that Clarissa rejected him.
"Bas bad, this is something you can't handle!" devan shouted from the end of his phone.
Hilman slightly kept his phone away from his ear. "If it's bad, why doesn't he just talk?" protest in my heart.
"Hilman, do you hear me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"That's all tomorrow he has to come" Devan said.
"I give up, Sir!" hilman said in a limp tone. "Master, two more days Miss Clarissa will also come!" continued saying.
"But it was a long time ago" he grumbled.
"Did you miss Miss Clarissa so much?" ask Hilman.
"So your mouth is!" devan Sentak.
"All right, Master!" said Hilman, the call ended, "Basan strange boss, yesterday on the loose now in pursuit. Just bother!" his nag.