raThe director, who had given his artist time to rest, immediately called back for a script review. This is done to find a suitable place and the elements that are needed when it will be used.
She got an offer from director Arman Herlangga, who managed to hold four awards for the best film of all time. Almost all the films that he directs always achieve high ratings and are watched more than 3 million and reach foreign countries such as Singapore and Malaysia because he sees the figure of Liora who is suitable for one of the characters in the script that he will hold.
Arman finally asked Liora for casting and she managed to get a position as the main character.
"We are looking for one more person for the position of the second protagonist, it is very difficult to find her because of her sweet two-faced figure. There are too many young artists who are not suitable and cannot animate, we need experienced ones." The director said to those who were already in the meeting room at this time.
"It's okay, we can review the script first because the character for the second protagonist doesn't appear at the beginning," Arman said to which he nodded.
"The problem for the second protagonist, two days from now we will do it again and try to contact some artists who are similar to Deluna's character, I will cast them later," said Arman again adding.
Then turned to Liora who was by his side, he liked this one artist who was always suitable to play the character of the film he directed. She is also professional and always plays the totality of the feelings and facial expressions of the characters in his films. There's only one thing he doesn't like, it's an open secret, namely Liora who is a mistress of their agency's CEO.
It's a shame, even so, she is a professional as long as Liora can be relied on and this problem does not become big to the public and damage the ratings of the films he directed.
"Okay, then we'll start the stages for this script on..."
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"Papa, buy me a toy later... don't go again, papa just stay here..." The son's voice when his right hand finished infusion.
With a limp and pale look, Arsa held his father's hand without wanting to let go. Bastian nodded while rubbing his hands on his son's head, it was really slicing to see his little son in the most exhausted state.
Mamat has already done the administration for the VIP room, just waiting for the nurse to bring his child to their room. Sarah with reddened eyes held Arsa's hand while her son was holding his father's hand, he didn't want to wake up without his father anymore. He had not seen his father for a long time, he was just a child who longed for the touch of his male parents. The boy doesn't know any of the adult tempests in his parents' household.
"Yeah, papa's here."
"Promise?" asked the hoarse voice.
"Sure, papa stays here."
Arsa smiled before his heavy eyes closed again, his breathing regularly seemed so tiring just to open his eyes. But the hand was still holding Bastian's hand without wanting to let go, subconsciously he was still holding his father by his side.
Mamat arrived not long after, opening the curtains in the ER with a nurse carrying a paper in her hand.
"Come on, sir, I'll take you to the patient's room." He said.
Then Bastian nodded, he carried his son's body in his arms to the elevator following the nurse. Arriving at their room, the nurse checked the IV line again before leaving the ward.
Bastian leaned back immediately on the long sofa provided in the VIP room, Sarah remained by her son's side after pulling a chair and sat there in silence. Her face was tired, her slightly thick eye circles told him that several nights she didn't sleep well because of her crying child.
The two of them forgot their last fight, seeing the tired face of his wife who was silent with her frail back near Arsa's sleeping bed. The child might be due to the fever and the medicine that was injected, he became sleepy due to the side effects of the medicine. Bastian felt a pain in the corner of his chest, like a small cut but the pain was real. Sighing, he reflexively stood up and held Sarah's shoulder which when he lifted himself from the chair, Bastian intended to move his wife to the sofa.
When his eyes caught his wife's languid face, there was wetness in the shrinkage of his eyes.
"Bastian, it's okey..." He called in a choked voice
"Arsa... Arsa, babe..." Her voice, mentioning her son was full of pain.
Her eyes reddened, she started to cry, her shoulders shook again and a small sob sounded in Bastian's ear. He hugged the body of his wife who immediately replied to him, he rubbed this narrow shoulder and back. The woman who has been waiting and taking care of her child with all her heart, At least there is guilt but not much.
There are many things that he can dismiss with reasons that justify himself selfishly, such as before he was asked to go home with the excuse of his son. He was already delusional, thinking that it was just his wife's trick. After fighting and being expelled with words full of sadness and emotion so that he all didn't go home, then Bastian obeyed his wife's words not to go home.
"It's okay, Arsa is strong and later he will wake up smiling," Bastian said full of nonsense because he didn't know what to do to calm Sarah apart from what he himself couldn't confirm.
For a long time Sarah cried in her husband's arms and because of the tiredness that dominated her body and the burden in her mind, she unconsciously fell asleep and Bastian immediately carried the body into his arms for him to move.
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Sarah woke up when she heard the sound of loud laughter, disturbed she opened her eyes and immediately woke up suddenly getting up from the sofa. Her eyes opened wide to find Bastian holding his child with an IV in his hand, both laughed and turned to look at Sarah who sat down suddenly.
"What are you doing?" Asked Bastian pulling his son's IV pole closer to Sarah.