The Love of Ordinary Men

The common man

The shooting atmosphere for the beauty magazine cover went as expected. As always, when you are done with your work. Ralinka Rusman, the beautiful model whose name is on the rise will busy herself with playing mobile phone. He did not want to be dizzy for just an unimportant conversation with some people there. His indifferent and arrogant attitude made him disliked by many people, although in the end the haters will always be good in front of him. Ralin doesn't care about people's opinions. To him, if it was not profitable, why should it be thought of? his mind is only for the source of his money. Because with money, anyone will be rewarded. At least, that's Ralin's opinion.

Money is not everything, but everything needs money. Some of you may disagree with this idea. Doesn't matter.

Educated so hard by her grandfather makes Ralin grow up to be an ambitious and stubborn woman. Whatever the goal is, it must be accomplished. Just the achievements and proofs that Ralin thought about. So that people will appreciate it. No matter how hard life is. Ralin was used to balancing it. His body and heart are so hard just to make peace with pain. Blame the life that forced her like this.

Ralin put down his phone. His eyes looked at the several people who were busy with their respective jobs. Really boring. Such a scene even makes it saturated and quickly sleepy. Ralin needs some fresh air.

The release of shoes with five centimeters of heels. His hands move rubbing the back of his feet are blisters due to wearing the shoes for too long. Ralin did not like shoes with low or high heels. He was more comfortable wearing flatshoes.

.........

Actually, Ralin did not expect that the atmosphere of the rooftop of the shooting building would be this crowded. Many of the crew and other workers were busy with shutting projects for the music video this afternoon. Some people who know Ralin, do not dispute his existence there. With a note does not interfere with the process of running activities.

In the right corner, Ralin bent his knees, folded both hands over him and leaned his chin there. The woman circulated her gaze to the urban atmosphere that looked stuck. From above, everything looks beautiful. Closed both of his eyes, enjoying this kind of calm atmosphere. It's a little noisy, but it's time. Without work and without thought. Ralin was used to solitude.

Without realizing his view was so focused on observing the shutting process back there. Looking uninterestedly at some boring scenes. In fact, in the past, when he sat in elementary school, there was a bit of wish to work in the world of film/videoography. In fact, now whether it's an artist, a model or any other public figure, it's just as nauseating.

It was actually not the scene that concerned Ralin, but the movement of a very enthusiastic man. His body is thin and not too tall. Only short-sleeved shirts with blue jeans look simple. Ralin smiled at him. The man's spirit in work, reminded Ralin at the beginning of his career first. So much for which the woman sacrificed.

The man nimbly even looks hasty running to and fro helping the crew bring and move tools along with other properties. Ralin's forehead frowned when he saw the man stumble, then fell down with a camera lens that broke down there. Ralin. The man was injured, but was more concerned with the safety of the fragile tube-shaped object. In an instant the man woke up and researched the state of his lens. That thing is totally broken. Regret is useless. The focus now is just how to replace it?. His body collapsed with his knees helplessly supporting his weight. Along with that, several people approached him. From her movements, Ralin knew some of them looked angry and cursing at the man. Not even a little bit of it.

Why not resist, when feeling humbled?, the inner Ralin asked.

Really weak, he continued.

See how someone treats who is not who. Different again if that solves people like Ralin, maybe they will tolerate a little by discussing to finish. Without having to berate maki.

In fact what we have can determine a person's attitude to better appreciate/deprecate ourselves. It all depends on ourselves and our destiny.

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"This is all because of your carelessness, Raksa! I am disappointed in your performance. Just a week of work has ruined some tools. Even your salary of two months is still not enough for that price" said Subrata, the person in charge of the activity.

Anggara Raksa, a man who has just become an inhibitor of the running of the activity just lowered his head feeling guilty. He did not dare to just give an excuse. It was just an apology he said many times. Although he was aware, his apology was currently unneeded.

"I'm going to cut your pay over the next few months until you pay off your responsibilities. Fortunately, you were not fired. Try as hard as you can!" Subrata said, finishing their conversation. The middle-aged man left Raksa with thousands of feelings of guilt.

That afternoon after the video shooting, Raksa did not go home immediately. Raksa chose to calm his mind while staring at the afternoon sky with the sun almost setting. The lens is still in his hands.

A lot of bad thoughts came to his mind. Unknowingly a drop of clear water fell down his cheek, the shadow of his mother who had to slam bones to live him added to the burden on his mind. Raksa couldn't possibly involve his mother in this. He had enough of a life with his mother.

Every time he was hit by a problem, Raksa always remembered his grandmother's late message. "Fight and finish!. Running is not an option. But how to aggravate a situation" he said when he was in school.

Long crying in silence. Raksa did not realize that from then on, there was a woman who noticed him from there. The woman walked up to him. The steps are graceful, but not made. Showing an elegant and charming impression.

"Crying just makes you look weak"

Raksa's forehead frowned at the words of the woman before him. Arrogant and so cold, Raksa could feel it. His heart beats when his bead meets Ralinka's dark bead. There was a slight awkward feeling after the two of them took one another off.

The Raksa chose silence without responding. After all, Raksa didn't know him. The man stood up with his sling bag and left the woman alone.

"Not polite, lo, yes!" ralinka, making Raksa turn to face him. Raksa's mood is pretty bad today. Plus the woman who just said it with a few sentences that made her lazy to serve.

"I'm sorry, but we don't know each other. So stop talking to me. I'm quite offended by what you said"

"One more thing, crying does not mean someone is weak, it's just that with that, half the burden on his mind will be a little light" he said.

He saw the woman in a knee-length dress smiling in ridicule. Didn't expect the man, would be fiery in response. Ralinka was interested in seeing it.

Raksa looked at his appearance. Anyone would know that the woman was from among the people, just from her appearance. Raksa did not know that the one who was arguing with him was a model that some of his friends talked about during the break. Not denying, Raksa admired her beauty. Even so, Raksa still does not like haughty women like him. Really cold and turn off the interlocutor.

"Why didn't you fight that?"tanyanya arrived.

"What?" Raksa doesn't understand what that means. Is it possible that the woman saw his carelessness earlier, where he damaged a lens or even in parts of himself reviled by his superiors?. Really, Raksa was embarrassed to remember it.

"Lo, it's wrong, but that doesn't mean it has to look low in their eyes, right?. Just because one mistake ruined everything"

Raksa stared into those eyes. It feels like the words are so in accordance with what Raksa has been experiencing so far. How hard Raksa tried to do his best, but why just because one mistake makes all his efforts feel so futile in the eyes of others.

One mistake ruined all his efforts.

"You're right... "

"Ralinka, my name is Ralinka Rusman" he said. I don't know why Ralin wanted to introduce himself. He himself felt strange after realizing it.

Raksa frowned at hearing it. Why did the woman change her attitude. A few minutes ago, the woman looked so cold and haughty. Does he have a dual personality? thought surprised.

"Ehh...I'm.i'm Raksa. Anggara Raksa" he said while reaching out his hands like ordinary people get acquainted with shaking hands. That awkward smile was clearly visible to Raksa. To be honest, Raksa was nervous about this. Because he is not a man who easily meets women, like the playboy out there. Mercury is the definition of good man, commonly called goodboy.

Mirisnya, the helping hand was ignored by Ralinka. The woman still sucks even though she looked sweet before. Slowly Raksa squeezed his palm, while scratching his non-itchy nape. The awkward atmosphere came back again.

Ralinka curses herself, is it so easy to lose herself just because of a man? why is he also interested in just unimportant talks with ordinary men like Anggara Raksa?. I don't know!.

It felt like Ralin wanted to quickly leave this place. Hopefully, Raksa did not see himself who began to be nervous and misbehaved.