Sense of Sense

Citra Cup

Three o'clock in the morning passed by when Nita got into the car. Remnants of the excitement of the victory party whose agency is still attached to the body. His assistant was already on the back bench, making the whole car full of the pungent smell of alcohol.

“Mira teler?” ask the manager, close the door and put on a seatbelt.

Nita glanced cynically. “Besok noon I still have a schedule. If he's so stoned, who needs me?” nita said ketus, along with the sound of the car engine being turned on.

The only reason Nita refuses to drink is because her schedule is very busy until the end of the month, while she has to finish everything on time or her plan to vacation with Zain will fail. Today there is no more exciting pleasure than his career and son.

“Please, I'll set.” Manager Nita handed two gold trophies carefully.

Nita reached out, receiving the trophy with both hands. One of them reads ‘Actress Best Newcomer’, while the other reads ‘Best’ Main Role. The Citra Cup from the annual prestigious award event of the country that only nominated the best line of art workers in their fields he managed to bring. It was like a dream come true.

“I still can't believe that you managed to win two categories at once.”

Nita raised her face, looking at her Heru—manager, who was fiddling with the phone on the driver's side chair. “Abang right, I also still can't believe,” he said glancing again at the trophy in hand.

“With your success this, I am sure those who look at you one eye will surely turn to be sycophants.”

Nita was not interested in responding. While putting the chalice on the side seat, Nita threw her face out the window. “Late next week please book your usual kayak ticket, Bang.”

Heru glanced over his shoulder. “Management asks that you reduce the intensity of meeting Zain. Mr. Bram and Ms. Siska also ask you not to disclose the fact that you have been married and have children.”

“Why should I cover it?” nita asked unhappy.

He had just felt a sense of closeness to Zain after a long time the boy had continued to consider him a stranger. Even just twice Nita managed to invite Zain to play even though he still had to be accompanied by Alvin. So he certainly objected to the unilateral decision that his management made.

“Do you want to be the same fate as Lina?” Heru exhaled heavily while leaning on the back of the car seat. “Your current position is because she is suffering from marriage problems and child neglect. Your time will follow the scandal he faced.”

“But Lina and I are different, Bang. I'm not anyone's wife at the moment, let alone be a person.”

“Just follow the request of Mr. Bram and Ms. Siska. It's also for your own good, Nit. Your future is also.” Heru closed his eyes and put on the earphones. “Don't let you be netizen months +62, okay?”

Nita gritted her teeth while throwing her face away. Lina is an actress who previously took on the role that Nita played in the film Berjung Rindu. The film that delivered him as the winner of two Citra trophies tonight.

Nita must admit that this new path of success is open because of the fall of one's career. Of course he had nothing to do with the scandal Lina was facing, being a mistress even to the point of having a child out of wedlock. The results of the kebo gathering, so many people gossip.

And if he had to hold back on the truth about Zain let alone not meet his son, Nita thought he might not. However, if he does not follow the request of two important people in management, it is certain that his career can be threatened.

Some homeless people fell asleep on the shoulder of the road, with sheets of newspapers arranged, perhaps hoping that the cold of the night air could be overcome by the hot news presented by journalists. His eyes accidentally fell on a woman and two children—entah what gender because of a makeshift haircut, curled up in the store's role while hugging each other.

For a moment Nita felt grateful that she had not brought Zain with her to Jakarta. Maybe if he was reckless, then he and Zain would have the same fate as that homeless woman.

“Although in the end I was also a failed mother for abandoning Zain with the deceased mamak, Nita's inner” along with her breath exhaled slowly.

Then without taking her eyes off the streets of the capital, Nita reached into a small Italian purse and took a cell phone from it. The focus switches on the six-inch flat screen. Two whatsapp messages were from Safira which he had not opened at all.

Congratulations on the success

The sound of a message that Safira sent several hours ago. The other message contained a photo of Zain who seemed to be working on schoolwork.

Thanks much. Greetings to Zain and Alvin

Nita replies and puts her phone back in the bag. It seemed like he had to think about the request of his management carefully, because anyway this would also affect Zain.

“Atau ... Should I try talking to Ashqar?” inner Nita.

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Has anyone missed me?

Back again with the story of Family Cemara season 2. As I already told IG, this story will be a little different than before. Where not only the problem of child psychology is a point, but also the romance of couples.

So the curious please follow the continuation and do not forget to support this story, yaa…

ps. for the first time to read this story, it is recommended to read the first series, My Husband's Child.