1 Retirement
Jackson's point of view
In the future, I'd like to have a more regular life, free of entertainment.
In my acting career, I never invited a lady to hang out with me or one who invited me. Actually, I'm more likely to get out with people who are actors or agents from the same studio or agency. My regular hangouts, on the other hand, may be considered typical. That is, until the day comes.
December 21st, 2019 (Friday)
I was invited to a five-star hotel by a director I work with frequently. She was waiting for me at the lobby entrance when I got off the cab that I had hired from home and strolled over. Her arrival was confirmed by her appearance at the registration counter.
The director motioned for me to come up to her and introduced herself. The director has blonde hair, a fancy dress, brown heels, and... As a result of this, she wears spectacles. Isn't it beautiful?
The director call me and tell to show up. The moment she spotted me, she grinned. Her joy is contagious, and even the hotel guests who saw us were pleased and relaxed.
I asked, "What's the matter, Director Maria?"
Maria Fantasia is her name. Isn't it fantastic? Despite the fact that her employees nicknamed her Maria, I called her Director Maria to make her appear good.
"Stop wasting time with small conversation and let's get to the room I requested."
Once on the elevator, I didn't find it odd at all. In fact, her face appeared happier than mine. When we exit the elevator, we head to Room 1220, which she requested.
"This room was chosen because of the magnificent view of the city from the window. Isn't it lovely?"
Booking a room with a view is the perfect decision.
She hugged me and seemed skeptical thereafter. What the heck is going on with this girl? Why does she have such a dubious expression on her face? When she wants to talk to me, she is usually harsh and serious. In her eyes, I saw a face that was possessed by a certain kind of addiction.
Her lungs were working, so she opened her clothing and announced: "I want to have sex with you."
Was she inviting me to have sex? I was shocked when I heard that term.
She embraced me when I took a step back. Then, she kissed me on the t-shirt and, much worse, on the mouth. She kissed me, didn't she? My first kiss was with a young woman who even had a spouse.
As she closed my lips with it, I fell asleep.
I awoke a few hours later on a king-size bed. It was a pleasant surprise. Seeing her asleep, I check to make sure I am not nude. When I checked, I found that I was completely bare. I removed the cover to see if she was also nude, and she was.
I hurried to grab my clothes back, dashed out of the hotel, and called for a taxi as soon as I could. It was 4 a.m. when I checked my cellphone's clock. My parents have returned from overseas. When I first arrived at the residence, I inquired about every aspect of the situation. Taking my smartphone and hiring a private driver is the only option left to me.
"Pick me up at the Crystal Hotel, but don't let anyone know I'm there."
"Okay."
Isn't it simple? Seek for the assistance of someone you can rely on.
After a few minutes, I was approached by a black Honda Jazz.
"Oh, my God. I'm speechless. You're welcome, sir."
As it turned out, my father was on his way to fetch me up!
"You're welcome to join me in this ride." There is no sign that he is truly genuine about wanting to meet me.
In my vehicle, I drove home. At the meanwhile, a happy radio announcer's voice may be heard in one area. I observed the cities in the dark as my father was driving.
The front door was open when I arrived home, and Mother was there to greet me. It was the first time in their lives that they appeared to be depressed since their darling kid had come home that morning. I usually get home around 9 pm after hanging out with friends.
It was the first time I'd seen her in several months, so I stepped out of the car and introduced myself. She began to see that her child's personality had evolved. Dad told me to enter the room and I did. Why am I being made to suffer like this? However, it hasn't worked out as planned.
A comfy bed became the spot I choose to sleep at the end of the night.
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I can hear it now.
The weekend is upon us. On that day, I'll tell my parents about the incident that happened. While walking down the stairs, I heard them squabbling with one another. When they saw me coming down, they stopped blaming each other and became silent.
I greeted them, hoping to get the day started.
"Morning."
I told them, "I need to speak with you two."
"Okay." It was a unanimous decision, so we sat on the couch.
Mother asked me, "What do you want to discuss?"
"First and foremost, I apologize for yesterday's incident. I didn't know what I was doing at a hotel was mature. She… Methamphetamines were administered to me by her, and I was stripped nude in front of her thereafter."
Father inquired in an unpleasant circumstance, "Have you had any sexual relations with anyone?"
"If you say that, you're... Was this true for you?"
"I'm sorry, but who are you having sexual relations with? It's not anything you told us about."
"It's Director Maria."
They appear to be astonished.
"Who invited her to have sexual relations with you?"
"It was herself that invited me to have sex."
Father asked, "What else do you want to talk about?"
My goal in life is to live a regular life and go to school.
"As for me, I'd like to get out of the entertainment business."
They appear perplexed as to why I wish to leave the entertainment industry.
"Why? Are you retiring as a result of yesterday's events? "in a kind voice, Mother inquired about the situation.
I nod my head in agreement with the statement.
"So, when would you like to tell the media about this?"
"The announcement will be made tomorrow, it appears."
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It has finally arrived, the day on which I will announce my retirement from the entertainment profession.
A brown batik shirt, pants, and black shoes were my attire for the night. In contrast to me, my parents are not distracted by the fact that they are wearing formal clothes. It was time to go to the agency for a press conference, so we boarded a limo. My father had phoned my manager the day before to set up a press conference on short notice. But my father denied it.
"Sir, why would Jackson press? Was there a recent development? ",He had a question for me.
He said, "Let Jackson speak on the subject."
In response to the manager's signal, the participants sat down in their seats. A calm opening from my manager follows, even though he is apprehensive about what I would say.
"We'd like to thank the media for attending our news conference in such large numbers. Clearly, Jackson wants us to come here for a specific reason, as you can see. Tell us what you're going to do today, Jackson."
I tapped the microphone to see whether it was functioning "Okay, I'll make an announcement to you shortly. Despite the fact that you may not agree with my decision, it is one that I feel compelled to make. So… Alias, I'm quitting the entertainment business."
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.
As soon as I announced my retirement, a few media reporters began asking me why I was resigning. My previous responses had never been so quick. I have plans with Maria every day, and every time I have a meeting with her, it takes them approximately 2-3 minutes to acquire photographs or question about my relationship with her.
Everyone in the room rose to their feet and exited the room without saying a single word. Okay, so the first request has been granted by the court system. This brings us to our second request:
Before going home, I requested my parents to hide the fact that I would be attending a school for which they had already registered me. I recognized a family portrait in the living room as soon as I arrived home. Recognize why I'm doing it.
So, I walked into my living room and flipped on the TV. My retirement announcement was the first item I read. Splashy, yes. The news was the same on whatever channel I changed. As of right now, this room is nearly full of reporters.
Has this house ever been inspected by a journalist?
No. There are no signs of life in this area. The only people who know are family members and a few other artists who have worked with him.
There was no trace of the reporter as I peered out the window. On my return to the sofa, I sat down and listened to the news conference. My mother phoned me as I was watching the interview this morning to let me know that I would be attending a high school in the fall. She asked me if I wanted to use my real name or the one I was given at the time of the interview.
That's a strange name... For a long time, I had not heard it. Right away, I requested that my true name be used. The name I used on every board, poster, and advertising must be an alias. My hair was a disaster, so I contacted my boss to beg for help. Looks like it's worth cutting my hair, I said, grabbing my hair.
In order to go home, I requested my boss for assistance in contacting my long-time barber. It took the barber less than an hour to cut and style my hair. I looked in the mirror after cutting my hair to see the effects. This geeky hair looks great, and I hope I'll be able to wear it without feeling uncomfortable.
My parents arrived a few minutes after I chopped my hair with school uniforms that I would wear later. It reminded her of me as a child, when she noticed my new appearance. The report card had my true name on it: Muhammad Jaksen Frimantyo, according to my father.
The moment has come for a new beginning.
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Continued on the next chapter…
