Blind Date's
45. Believe me, baby
...45. Notice Me's...
2 Personal relationships that are bound by love certainly experience dynamic movement. Along in line.
The stages of falling in love are the beginning. Before time and maturity make it into the next level. It builds love.
Falling in love is a feeling of euphoria. All feels fun, flying even washed away. Difficult controlled. It must have been done. Because love is building.
Building trust. Take proper care of it. Appreciate each other and give space.
So does what he wants from his relationship with Gama. Sasmaya doesn't want to fall in love for long. Except to build love.
The man was so spirited while controlling his bicycle that it kept speeding in front. Sometimes slowing down to align the pace with it.
Time is still morning. At 07.00 WIB. But the GBK area began to be crowded with visitors who want to do sports. Whether running, walking or cycling. Forming their own communities. There are even those who only have family members.
“Capek?” ask Gama.
It shook his head, “But.”
“Later when you were in Holland, the bike became the most used transportation.”
“O, yes.”
Gama says, “Ya.”
“Electric bike!” dugup. With an electric bike at least the energy is not drained to pedal. Yeah, it's like a motor. Only friendlier does not cause pollution. Developed countries with advanced and modern transportation systems. Surely the mode of transportation also follows changes.
“Your guess is wrong,” Gama said. “Instead more manual bikes used than electric bikes.”
“O, yes?” his soldiers still can't believe it.
After touring for quite a while. He and Gama decided to sit on one of the park benches. Downstream the visitors are getting crowded.
He opens the hat. Wipe the sweat on the face with a small towel. And so did that man.
“How is the distance of a Jakarta hotel with Holland Publisher?” tanyakanya. Sipping mineral water from a bottle. Very sure that Gama must know percis.
“Lumayan. But don't worry. There we will not get lost,” said Gama. He spread his eyes around. “It's getting hot. We go home.”
On the way home the man did not say much. Only occasionally smiling. If he told me his enthusiasm would go to Holland. At least he knew how Gama lived there. So that if one time they talk about the Netherlands, their conversation will flow, in harmony and importantly connect.
...***...
“Why don't you leave!” ketus Gama to his sister. He knew Affan had just returned from Surabaya.
Just sitting on the sofa was about to receive a welcome drink from his wife, Affan at his brother's.
“Ya, it is his job. He is a managing editor, one time as editor in chief of GPP,” reply Affan relaxed.
He's pissed off. Swiping his forehead. Sitting rough. “What's your motive!” yells.
Widiya who saw the anger of her sister-in-law also commented, “Mas Gama is calm. Sasmaya is not alone in going there. There's Mr. Weka. Who has been abroad several times with me.”
He got back up. Strong bellowing. Then go by just like that. Leaving the couple looking at each other. Affan shrugged his shoulders. He rubbed his wife's stomach and got up. “I change clothes first, Darling.”
While Gama drove his vehicle without a clear destination. Two hours ago he just drove Sasmaya home.
The woman .. yes, the woman who will soon be her companion will know her past while in the Netherlands. Even if it's the past, but not a few people are trapped. Then make a choice.
Will Sasmaya also give him a choice?
His vehicle stopped suddenly in front of the lobby of the Zoon hotel. Up to 2 porters who used to welcome guests at the lobby door had to visit in shock.
He got out of the car. Throwing car keys at the porter. One of the porters caught the key. He took long steps towards his study.
Arriving there he threw his butt rough on the sofa. Calling someone.
“Fer, since when will papa cooperate with HPG?”
Ferdi replied, “Since you agreed to return to Jakarta, Pak.”
His pull and breath were upset. “Why should Sasmaya represent that cooperation?” enough editor-in-chief. Which is none other than Weka Yuda.
“Pak Sofyan wants Mbak Sasmaya to learn a lot. Developing career. Also expand cooperation network.”
Unsatisfied with Ferdi's answer, he also tried. “But not necessarily to the Netherlands.”
Non-rigid. Ferdi on the other end of the phone didn't say.
“Fer,” he said after a while there was no response from papa's secretary.
“Sorry, Sir. If that's me—”
Phone connection he turned off unilaterally. It's free to ask Ferdi. Towards the toilet which is still in 1 office. Light up cigarette sticks. This is his only loyal friend. A friend who is always there when he needs it.
Sucking deeply. He pulled it out slowly from his nose and closed his eyes. And so on until it does not feel 1 rod runs out. He put the embers of the fire that had been burning in the cigarette butt into the ashtray. Which he deliberately ordered the janitor to always keep him in the toilet. Then, light the cigarette for the second.
How papa let Sasmaya go to Holland. While ... aarrgh, his chest ruffled his hair. Did you intentionally do this? Suddenly the cigarette smoke made him choke. He coughed.
Quickly open the lid of the closet. Throwing cigarette butts in there. Then shut it back down. Pressing the flush button.
He hurried to the lobby.
...***...
Cycling is exhausting. Yet at once fun. His 30-minute nap felt good. Quality break.
“Ah ...,” erases while grimacing. Coinciding with the sound of the house bell ringing.
He tried to walk. Trudged. Holding the wall against the wall while enduring the calf-centered pain.
“Aw .. aw,” ringisnya. Down the stairs with difficulty. While the bell kept ringing.
With one foot he opened the door.
“You?”
“Why you?”
He and Gama both stared in wonder.
“Aw,” groans as the man pushes him to retreat slowly. He had to set his second foot.
“Sas,” Gama see the legs. Switch to looking at him.
“My cat hurts.”
The man clucked. Sitting on the sofa. Touching his legs wearing short day pants that were only able to cover half his thighs.
“Aw,” ringisnya again. When the man touches right on the right calf.
Gama raised his leg. He rests on his lap. To make his position higher.
He took out a sofa cushion and put it on top of his thigh.
“Hold a minute.”
He nodded.
The man did a light and gentle massage around the area of his leg that had cramps. Sometimes he grimaces with pain.
“How do you want to go to the Netherlands if you are not used to riding a bike.”
“There's a cab,” reply.
Gama shakes. Slowly put his feet on the sofa. Then stand. Towards the kitchen. “Betish you have to be compressed,” he said.
Sasmaya had no idea what Gama was doing in the kitchen. But when he returned, the man brought a towel and a bowl of ice cubes. Put his foot back on Gama's lap.
The man wrapped the ice cubes in a towel. Then attach it to the painful area of his leg.
“You can withdraw your departure to the Netherlands. Or enough Mr. Weka who represents,” said Gama. Continuing to compress his feet.
He shook. “I'm not professional dong,” agile. Part ... It's just a muscle cramp. In a few hours it will heal too.
Gamma attack, “But your feet hurt.”
“Cum cramps. Soon also healed,” elaknya. It was true, now he felt his legs better.
Gama stops compressing. Stare at him for a moment. In a matter of seconds 2 pairs of eyes were locked together. Sasmaya was wrong.
The man took the cell phone in his pocket. Calling sister.
“Fan, please cancel the departure of Sasmaya. Pak Weka is enough to represent GPP.”
“Hard to say, I’m sorry ... Mr. Weka is cancel. Because Mr. Weka just told me that his wife was in the hospital. Forced Sasmaya to leave alone.”
Gama's eyelids clenched. Urgent for a rough breath.
He knows something's up. Grab Gama's right hand. Swiping it slowly, “Don't worry. I can.” Please ..please be quiet with a smile and an adorable face.
Who does not melt with the look of a woman's face like that. Gama keeps the phone next to him. Swiping Sasmaya's head with his other hand. “Notice me!”
Silent. He looked at Gama. His hands are now held by the man.
“If you are having trouble, call me directly. Anywhere, any time, no matter how small the problem. I will ask my friend who still works at the Jakarta-Amsterdam hotel to help you while there. At least before I came,” said Gama.
“Ka-you want to follow there?” His forehead wrinkled. So worried Gama about him. I had to get people to help him. And the man even wanted to catch up with him.
Gama nodded. “Will I work on.”
His cheeks were raised by the pull of the corners of his lips. There was a sigh that burst into his heart.
That night they spent a third at the beginning of the night. Cook together followed by dinner. Gama is very shrewd doing identical work with the ‘hawa’ people.
A plate of stew and patatje oorlog of typical Dutch food presented in front of him. Stew is made from beef, potatoes, sausages, carrot vegetables, sauces and parsley sprinkles. While patatje oorlog is made of french fries that are topped with tortila chips, mayonnaise sauce, tomato sauce and parsley.
“Enak. Very good,” complimented him while showing his thumb. Increase the point value for her future husband. He knew that Gama besides being smart in business was also smart in the kitchen.