"Love Story" BELLE FILLE
CHAPTER - I. Assigned to Afghanistan

A Journalist from the daily print media "Karya Warta", named Rudi Budiman who has written many reliable news, he works in a daily media "Karya Warta" the issue of Medan City in North Sumatra province which has been almost five years.

47-year-old Rudi Budiman migrated from his hometown in the city of Salatiga, Central Java with his wife and two young children. The wife of Rudi Budiman herself is an ordinary housewife, she is a very simple and kind woman.

Ismiati is the wife of 42-year-old Rudi Budiman who faithfully accompanies her husband wherever he goes, and he also has a daughter named Salsabila who is now eight years old, and a boy who is one year and eight months old.

That morning, the sky was still dark at about 05.23 Wib, after the dawn prayer, suddenly the sound of Rudi's cell phone ringing rang, on the screen the name of the Ferry Hariadi Pempinan Editor at where he worked.

Rudi picked up the phone immediately. "Hello...." I said to the caller. "Good morning, Rudi." Answer a man from the end of his phone. "Good morning, sir." My reply. "Look...., can you come to my office today at 07.30 Wib later?" Ask the Editor-in-Chief. "Oh, alright sir, I'll come later."I said, "ok, then I'll wait for you in the office?!" Reply Ferry sir, "good sir!" I replied, ending the conversation and hanging up the phone.

Ismiati who at that time was seen busy in the kitchen to prepare breakfast and also school supplies his son as a daily task of a wife and mother every morning. "Mas, breakfast is ready!" Shouted Ismiati to Rudi. "Yes a minute" answered Rudi. Slowly Rudi headed to the dining table to eat breakfast with his wife and children.

After breakfast, as usual, Rudi prepared to take his son to school on his Motorcycle. "Salsa, let's hurry the day is already noon, ntar late lo," said Rudi calling his son, Salsabila out to his father in school uniform while being escorted by his mother, the little girl looks beautiful with her white skin, then she rides on her father's motorcycle to go to school, not forgetting Salsabila salutes and kisses his mother's hand, "Salsa pigi ya ma," the girl said to her mother, "he's a darling, be careful?" his mother said. Shortly afterwards Rudi immediately spurred on his bike, waving the girl's hand to her mother as her father had taken her away.

Once at school Salsabila came down from the motorbike then greeted his father and kissed his father's hand. "Da papa.." said the girl to Rudi, "dear, smart school huh?" said Rudi. After delivering his son, he immediately went home.

Arriving at home, after delivering his school children Rudi immediately prepare his Journalistic tools. His wife also helped to prepare the work items owned by her husband that will be brought. Before leaving he gave a warm kiss on his wife's forehead with a friendly on the doorstep of his house, Rudi was always kissing his wife's forehead every morning, he always hoped his wife could pray for him to be more active in finding sustenance and get the blessing of his sustenance. "Just go, baby." Said Rudi to his wife, "be careful, sir." Reply Wife. While passing away on his motorcycle, from his surprise seen his wife waving to him.

That morning the atmosphere of the city was quite crowded, back and forth vehicles passed by breaking the black asphalt city streets, even though the time still shows at 07.00 Wib. Indeed, this is the atmosphere of the third largest city in Indonesia, as the center of Government and as the capital of the Province of North Sumatra, is always busy at certain hours, such is the speed for the nickname of this Metropolitan city. Less than the hour I arrived at my office, I immediately parked my vehicle and then entered and went up to the third floor to go to the Editor-in-Chief's room. Tok...buttons..tok...! Knock the door from me to be allowed in by the room owner. A moment later a male voice came from inside the room. ".....!!" Voice from within. After the order, then I immediately opened the door to enter the room, when in front of the door I immediately greeted my Leader, "good morning sir." I said. "Eh, Rudi, let's sit down." Mr. Ferry answered me. I immediately went in and pulled the chair in front of his desk and sat facing.

"What did you tell me to come?" I asked, with a seductive taste of penasran. "Look at Rud." Mr. Ferry began his conversation.

Mr. Ferry Hariadi is a well-known journalist in the city, he is a senior journalist who has a lot of experience. Not only in the country, but also abroad he has also done international news coverage. Mr. Ferry has been Editor-in-Chief here for a long time, and he is 56 years old.

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That afternoon I arrived home, at about 17:30 Wib. Seeing that I had returned to electricity, I immediately cooked hot water for a bath and made a cup of coffee. Ismiati is a good wife, I am proud to choose her as my life partner. "Wand first, the hot water is ready!" wife says. I immediately rushed into the bathroom.

After taking a shower I was sitting in the family room, I saw that there was a cup of coffee and some banana fritters at the table. Then I sat while watching the tv show, soon after the electricity followed to sit beside me and watch the tv show with me in the family room. While watching Ismiatipun tell me about the state of the house and his children today. Then a moment later, I also told about my meeting this morning with Mr. Ferry, "honey, next week we will go to Afghanistan." I said, "seriously you mas?, isn't there another war?" Replied Ismiati. "it was the duty of the office, and I accepted it." I said again. "this is my first experience covering foreign news, and this is the big news I'm going to cover about the war there, all my life as a journalist I have never covered the news abroad" I told Ismiati. "But there's dangerous loh mas". Such is the emergency of Ismiati.

Yes, I know, surely my wife will feel anxious about my duties, and it is a natural thing that a wife feels to her husband, "right, but I must be a Professional as a Journalist." Tell me again, "how long will you be there?" Ask my wife back, "i don't know yet, because there's no definitive confirmation from Mr. Ferry." My answer. Hearing these words, my wife looked riled up. "Why?". I asked, "should we wait for you when? Are you coming back or not?" Ask my wife in her rage, "believe me, I will definitely be back soon." I answered to convince my wife.

Allah Akbar.... Allahu akbar's....

At first glance the sound of adzan maghrib, the atmosphere became silent for a moment, "let's pray?" Call me to my wife and my little girl. Then we also held a prayer mat to establish Maghrib prayer together.

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Wednesday morning, right where the day I was going to Afghanistan. Today my wife and I are busy taking care of all my supplies, ranging from work equipment consisting of cameras to laptops and my daily clothes there later. Tin.tin........ The sound of the car club that picked me up to take me to the airport has arrived, then Rudi accompanied by his wife and child out of the house to the pickup car. His wife and son also took me to Medan Polonia airport. During the journey I carried my heart Ilham Jayadi. He is my second child who I will probably always miss apart from my wife and daughter Salsabila. Because Ilham was only one year and eight months old, where I was not satisfied to play and spoil my son. Without feeling we have arrived in front of the airport gate Polonia. Then we got out of the car and went straight to the immigration document check site to be able to do the embroiderypass. Before heading up the stairs I kissed my wife and son, "muaachh.., I will miss you, take good care of yourself." I said, I saw my wife's tears dripping down, I saw her, so did Salsabila, my little girl, I immediately hugged them, "gold, don't forget the news," said my wife, "I will always tell you, don't worry, insha Allah I will return safely" I said. Slowly I went to the stairs of the Emirates Air plane that would take me to the middle east country. When I saw my son and wife waving their hands, without the power of tears, I could not bear to leave them, but I had to take responsibility for my work, now the door of the plane was closed, and the pilot captain has been on the Runway for an immediate landing. Emirates Air has now been in the air leaving the homeland and my children and wife.

In less than eight hours, the plane landed at Hamid Karzai International Airport in the Afghan city of Kabul. After the door of the plane opened I immediately got off the plane and then came out of the airport to be picked up by an Indonesian citizen who worked in the office of the Indonesian Embassy in Afghanistan. His name is Deddy Sutrisno, he has been working at the Embassy for a long time, my Redactor Ferry Sir knows this young man who is Twenty-Eight years old. Mr. Ferry asked for his help to help me in terms of housing and news making as news journalism that I will cover. "you sir Rudi Budiman?" asked the young man, "right," I replied, "i'm Deddy Sutrisno, I'm assigned by Mr. Ferry Chief Editor of the media Karya Warta," he told me, "oh yeah, well then," I told him, "I will prepare all the needs of the father while here," he replied again. Then I was immediately delivered to a house owned by a middle-aged woman of Afghan descent, the woman named Raniah, her house had been contracted by my company as my place of residence while in Afghanistan, "please sir, please, this is his house and this is his room." The woman said to me in Arabic. I did speak a little Arabic. "Master, if you need anything, just call Fatimah." Ms. Raniah said to me while introducing a young woman who would be a servant in this house. "I am Fatimah sir, the servant of this house," said the girl with a smile.

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Even though the night was late, and I was very tired, finished bathing I immediately lay down to rest. A cold night took me in my first days in a country of people. I am still trying to be a Professional and responsible Journalist with a job. Besides, there is still a great obligation to be responsible to my son and wife.