Basically I am a man who easily falls in love with beautiful women - and also for Indonesian artist artists.

But not to Syahrini. I have never fallen in love with Syahrini. It wasn't - yesterday didn't - not even now.

That is why I did not feel heartbroken, when Syahrini married Reino Barack - let alone feel the day of "national heartbreak" - like when Raisa Andriana was married to Hamish Daud, some time ago.

That I often mention his name, the name Syahrini - for my wife at home, as an ingredient to praise her - solely as long as you name it. Because he is popular and phenomenal. Often appear on infotainment and make a scene. My wife knows him.

"Yes, my dear, my Syahrini ..." I shouted on the phone, if my wife was having a long tug. Grumble. This and that Nagih. Upset because I'm like this and that.

By saying "My Syahrini" he immediately shut up, happy, because it was equated with celebrities. Like spontaneous contamination "hurricane", "shaking shaking" - even though it hasn't bathed and is comfortable with its antique negligee.

I followed career developments and news about it. Yes. Of course. It was part of my job as editor and guardian of the entertainment page that was published daily. In the afternoon meeting, the 'budgeting news' meeting for publishing the next day, the Editor and Managing Editor often mentioned his name, because I often ignored and pretended not to hear.

"Mas Dimas don't forget the Syahrini," they reminded him. I just nodded. "Install it above ... the big picture," he ordered, more clearly. I obey. "He sold it, many of them bought newspapers because of the news," they explained. I just believe it.

Very different from Dian Sastro - or formerly Desy Ratnasari, fellow artist from Sukabumi - and Raisa Andriana - who just mentioned the name of the vibration to this chest, to the dalem dalem. Duh!

So what? Who are you ...?

That's how it seems, the protest I'll receive, if big fans are 'Inces' Syahrini read this article. Yes, yes too. I'm whatever.
Hopefully there are no Syahrini fans in this assembly - who read this post.

There was something that made me "ill-feel" to Syahrini - who also complained about some male and female friends too. That is the style of speech and the appearance of a better. Beautiful spoiled, all-round. Even make "that" I have trouble getting up. Especially standing up. Even though Oom Oom is so drunk because of it.

But I do not.

SYAHRINI always reminded me of the 1990s model girl of my orbitan, who beautifully matched even more than Syahrini at that time. Serious. (By the way, have you seen the original photo of Syahrini while still in middle school? Which eyes are sleepy? Pen.)

After I became acquainted, I photographed and became the cover of the magazine, I sent the model of the orbitan to another magazine - the prestigious monthly magazine - and he immediately became the cover there. I also introduce it to film and soap opera producers, play and get roles too. His name was shot. And since then, he has become more sticky with me.

As Syahrini, she is beautiful, clear and well cared for. Take a luxury car - even though you don't show off your pose on a private jet. "Branded" goods are all over his body. Until now it still appears in magazine magazines of socialites such as 'Indonesia Tatler', 'High End' and its class.

But he also can't make 'that' I wake up. Being close to him does not arouse my maleness. Because of his all-round style.

I love it as the 'talent' that I publish, and ensure the artist's career is smooth. Because he is potential.

At the beginning of knowing, he was indeed embarrassed. And I was able to make me almost fall in love. But after being terrorized and becoming an artist, the more sticky, he came out the original. Always cracking. Very happy. It's spoiled.

"I was photographed like this, Mas," he said while putting up a pose, while still dressed in the studio, when I made the cover the second time. "How about this, bro? "He put on a pose again, in front of the lights, before I could comment. "This is taken as 'medium' or 'close up', bro? When taken, 'full' says, huh? "He said, more troublesome.

Oh, my God. Her hair is still roll! And the poses offered are similar to the covers of dangdut singers.

Then to him, I showed the cover of an overseas magazine. "Oh good ..." he said. "Starting here, later it will develop. We will explore from here, "I said, directing, after chatting with the style director.

"Okay. I want. But there is also a 'close up' too, right? 'He is still bidding.

"Mas, my face is good, taken from the left what is right?" While I was holding 'light meter', and checking the lights around it, my ears felt hot. "I don't mind sexy photos, which are important artistic. There is art. It's not vulgar ...

He continued to tangle.

I WAS KNOWING him until he was in the palace. Every time you meet or split, push two cheeks - sometimes he accidentally grabs his lips - until the liptic feels. If he walks together he slips.

He confided in all matters. From the manager, his mother, his younger brother, to his assistant and driver.
Even pets and cats.

Once in the studio, when alone, while unbuttoning her shirt she whispered, "Mas answer frankly, do I need surgery or not?" He said while showing off his 'device'.

"What operation?" I asked, whacky.

"Digedein, injected with silicone. "Do you like big guys," he asked.

I shake my head. "That's good," I replied shortly. In my opinion the shape and size are perfect. Except for those lips - which continue to freak out endlessly.

"But soft too, Mas. Hold it. I'm not confident, "he said as he grabbed my hand and forced me to hold it. I became nervous.

"You don't know, thank God, with God. Already as good as this, it's still lacking. Later, there will be silicone in the palace, I just broke the taste ... "I grumbled.

His face immediately turned red. "Sadistic, if Mas Dimas is angry ..." he whispered wryly.

I immediately wiped his hair, regretting being hard on him.

"Already, just be confident. Just like this, you immediately cover two magazines, "I said quietly. He immediately hugged me - but he forgot to close his shirt button. Gosh.

That's how it is. So you know why don't I fall in love with Syahrini? The problem was being bullied as beautifully as Syahrini - with a great style. And don't make me wake up.