Sense of Sense

Anyway, I'm A Mother, too

It has been five days since Nita returned from Semarang, but the reporters still continue to pursue her with the same question even though she has answered questions about the gossip that had circulated. As if not bored or indeed the news seekers had run out of material to review, Nita was not out of thought with the current state that still covers it.

The question of who her true lover is up to the most frequent is about her current status. Nita could easily tell that she was in contact with someone right now even though she did not mention her lover's name and profession. However, for matters of status, Nita only gives a safe answer or the most often she does is avoid.

And as if not enough to corner it, the script of the talk show that will be presented in a few minutes will also discuss the same thing.

“Ck! This event is there any other topic that you want to discuss? Keep mojokin me,” grumbled Nita.

“Yes, how else. Topic lo hot again, sih.”

Mira's answer sounds awful. But how else. This is the umpteenth time Nita nags the same thing and she runs out of ways to entertain.

And obviously Nita wasn't so happy to hear that. With a feeling of annoyance he glanced at the manager who was sitting casually on the sofa behind him.

“Bang, this is really?” tanya Nita, lifted the manuscript sheet as high as the face. “That was discussed again about—”

“Udahlah, just answered aja kayak usually,” cut Heru lightly.

Nita clucked loudly. She threw the manuscript with the light green cover on her dresser. Nita was already overwhelmed enough to face a journalist attack amid her busy schedule, not to mention the pressure from the still confident management to keep asking her to hide her status.

However, unfortunately, Heru did not make any effort to lighten his burden or at least comfort him. Heru lately just looks relaxed.

Sighing, Nita stared at the reflection of her face that had been polished with make-up through the reflection of a mirror. Her tired face and dark eyes disappeared behind her makeup. If only make-up can also eliminate the problem at this time. Or ... maybe enough Heru and two important people in his management, it's quite helpful.

“I can't, Miss Siska.” Nita looked upset at the time. He had just arrived in Jakarta and the management asked him to come to the office just to put pressure on him. “Bu Siska is also female, ‘kan? A mother. How can Miss Siska ask me not to acknowledge my own flesh and blood.”

“This has nothing to do with me being a mother or not, Nita. It's a professional work problem,” said Siska.

The luxurious and classy appearance of a woman who is 10 years more knowledgeable than Nita exudes her aura as a socialite Capital. How to sit, talk and look at Nita as if to show that they are in a different class.

Fuck the working professionals! Nita was well aware that what management thought was the profit they would make through the many events she could attend with the current gossip as her attraction, and she obviously hated it. However, he himself could not do much.

“Udah, Nit. You do not need to get dizzy, just follow the instructions from us aja.”

“I when not to submit a management request, Mr Bram? But this time I can't avoid it. I don't want my permission to be with my son to be revoked by my ex-husband because I don't recognize my son. After all, this time I never gave a statement that I have never been married or a girl.”

Siska clucked while shaking her index finger in front of her face. “Ngak. Naw. I don't want to know your business with your ex-husband. Clearly, you are forbidden to disclose your status as a journalist. You think if that goes to the media, who's hard? We have signed contracts with many big parties.”

“I get it, Miss Siska. I've said, I never give any statement about it,” said Nita, a little tone of satire he presented deliberately.

Then the meeting just ended. However, one thing Nita could not forget was Siska's words which, though slowly said, were like a whisper, she could still hear.

“Basic, women's village.”

Remembering that made Nita feel upset. It felt like he wanted to clothe Siska's arrogant mouth, one sheet of used socks it still did not quite silence Siska from his words that often hurt the ears and heart.

“Kak Nit, we're up two more minutes yes.” A call from a female crew breaks the silence of a special waiting room reserved for Nita.

Nita returns from her daydream. Sighing, she stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror, made sure her makeup did not fade then immediately stood up.

“Come, Mir.”

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Nara Corner :

Btw, thanks for the information and input for the development of 4-month-old children.

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