Blind Date's
46. Heart Attack
...46. Jakarta-Amsterdam...
One more hour changing days. Sasmaya had been sitting waiting for her flight to Amsterdam. Gama has not yet returned from the check-in process.
The man told her to wait for him.
Ah, her heart was wrapped happily. How not, Gama continued to hold his hand. From getting in the car, getting out of the car, to stepping along the corridor at the airport.
If I may ask, it feels like tonight does not want to pass quickly. The gamma treatment made it hard to go. Heavy to leave.
Although ... sounds excessive. Because this is not the first time he and Gama are far apart. But the atmosphere of happiness as well as sadness is so thick wrapping it. Different when the man went to Bandung or Kemuning. Could this be the point where his love is now truly given to the man?
Actually, it is not only him who is reluctant to leave Gama. But also the mother. So heavy and worried for him. Even the mama to much provide various kinds of tips and goods. From starting drugs, food to a series of messages that are excessive according to him. But, yes, that is the form of my mother's affection for him.
He held both hands in front of his chest. Staring at the corridor where Gama walked towards him.
“Although there spring. But the air is still cold. Sometimes rain. You must take care of your health.” Gama leaned over the scarf wrapped around his neck. And sit next to him.
Sasmaya smiled. His hands are now clinging to his lap. “If you are busy, there is no need to follow me there. It's only a minute.”
Gama shakes. Had he been able to cancel some of these 3 important meetings today, he would have surely gone along with this woman next to him.
“Thank you, you accompanied me these 2 days. Thank you for everything,” said Sasmaya staring at Gama.
The man pulled his hand over his lap. Putting it on his cheek. “Notice me, whatever you hear, you see and you feel. If it bothers.”
He nodded.
It is time, he must enter the boarding room because soon the plane will leave. Both stand together. Gama pulled him to get into his arms.
“Take care,” says Gama. Swiping head. Kiss it there. Not much that man said. But he could feel the confusion of both.
They take each other off, “Mas Gama is also careful. Take care of health,” reply. He grabbed his back bag. Then wear. Slowly twist his heels and walk away from the man.
...***...
While the man wearing a long-sleeved shirt still stared at the departure of Sasmaya until invisible again. Snagged the phone stored in the pocket of his shorts.
Greeting and speaking in Dutch.
“Hai, D. Sasmaya's plane is leaving soon. It may arrive at Luchthaven Schiphol around jam—” turning on the watch embedded in his left arm. Now in Amsterdam at 6.30 pm. “—around 9 pm tomorrow.”
“Ja.”
“You're only on duty as long as I haven't come there. As per our chat yesterday. Understand?”
“Ja. Ik begrijp het ...,” accompanied by the ruckus on the other end of the phone.
Gama clucking. “Awas not to seduce him. Your only duty is to supervise and help him as long as I have not come.”
“Nee .. I know. But just just say ‘cantik’ can?” fishing Dirk. After knowing Sasmaya's face through the photo sent. Dirk said spontaneously, “wow! Mooi ..” on the phone.
Although D aka Dirk was nicknamed the adventurous man from De Wallen—, the famous prostitution area in the Netherlands. But Dirk is a good friend. It proved over the past dozen years they were friends. Therefore, he could entrust Sasmaya to him.
“Verdomme!” hatchlings. He hung up the phone.
...***...
Jakarta-Amsterdam city. The most distant journey he will ever take in his life. On the monitor screen in front of him is listed 11,364 kilometers. It is expected to arrive at Schiphol-Amsterdam airport at 09.15pm tomorrow.
Gama is really well prepared. From starting to prepare his needs while in the Netherlands to his needs today. Economy tickets are upgraded to business class. Up to the vehicle and the person who will help him while there.
Although Holland has also prepared pickup accommodation from the hotel where he stayed to the company.
His eyes are tired. He chose to close his sense of sight. After putting up headphones and choosing his favorite song. He also fell asleep quickly.
Located for approximately 14 hours at the average altitude of the aircraft, finally Sasmaya arrived at Schiphol Airport-Amsterdam. Cold air instantly greeted him as soon as he walked out of the arrival door. Even the cold exceeded Kemuning.
Someone stretched the writing with a reading, ‘Sasmaya-Indonesie’. He immediately approached the man. Weaning, “Dirk?”
The tall, bule-faced man smiled and said, “Ya. Sasmaya?”
He nodded. Shake hands with a guy named Dirk. Gama said Dirk was his friend who was going to pick him up at Schiphol airport. Pun, who will accompany him while in the Netherlands as long as he needs it.
The two spoke for a moment in English, before he followed Dirk on his way to the car.
“New first time to Netherlands?” ask Dirk. The atmosphere outside was dark. There are only lights on the road, buildings and vehicles passing by.
“Ya.”
Dirk smiled thinly. “A is not wrong choose,” call Dirk. Then shortly rectify, “I mean I, Ardian.” Gama in the Netherlands is famous for the call A. Or Mister A.
The corner of his lips lifted slightly. The man's phone rang. It is very clear that the phone stored in the smartphone holder is attached to the dashboard that displays the screen that A is calling.
Dirk is heard swearing in Dutch. Then he was forced to accept the call after 2 calls were not answered. Through hands-free.
“Come on, I'm still driving the car. You want us to be ticketed! Sasmaya is safe and nothing less. Don’t worry, buddy.” Dirk turned off the phone.
He knew Gama was waiting for news from him.
“A is still as it used to be. Unpatiently,” grunts Dirk.
Not much to talk about during the trip. Upon arriving at the hotel where he was staying, Dirk handed him a piece of paper. It contains the man's phone number. “Call me, if you need anything.” Bowing like respecting the kingdom.
He became confused with the treatment of this man. But no doubt made him shake his head while chuckling lightly. Receiving paper. “Dank u wel,” reply. Only that while the Dutch language is easy to pronounce.
Dirk smile. “Mooi ... I like it.” The flickering of one eye the man returned made the corner of his lips drawn in.
Until Dirk's cell phone screamed. Dirk went away. While he stepped into the reception desk. Confirm your reservation by showing a confirmation letter at check in.
His steps back to play, when he heard the sound of his phone ringing aloud.
“Ya .. hi,” said when I found out Gama called her. He returned to the balcony with a cell phone stuck to his right ear.
“You are comfortable with his room?”
“Yes. But it was already night so it was not clear what the scenery outside could be seen. So far only seen kanal.”
“Or do you want to see 2 different views at once? The IJ River and the city of Amsterdam. I can ask him now to move your room to suite.”
Sasmaya. He thinks it's excessive.
“Sas, do you need anything else?” ask Gama.
He exhaled. “Necessary. It's already convenient.”
“OK. If you are uncomfortable, just say so. I can set it from here.”
Yep. Gama once headed this hotel. Know every angle clearly and in detail. Disadvantages and advantages of each room or space per room. He may still have power to this day. Because the Zoon hotel still has a stake here.
“It's just too convenient,” says. Sasmaya knew everything she earned exceeded expectations because of the man. Perhaps if he was not the future wife of Gama, all these comforts would not be enjoyed. “Dank u wel,” Plus sincere.
Gama sounded chuckled.
He frowned. What's wrong and funny? “What's my pronunciation wrong?”
“Nee.”
What then?
Silent. Gama's rarity is no longer heard.
He went back into the room. Take off his jacket and shoes. His phone is still attached to his right ear.
“Are we diem-dieman until my phone battery runs out?”
Coinciding with the sound of her bedroom bell echoing.
“I sent you something. Open,” Gama.
“What is this surprise?”
Gama did not answer. “Rest after this. You must be tired. Tomorrow morning Dirk waits in the lobby to deliver you to HPG.” Phone connection disconnected.
He hurried to open the door of his room. A room maid stood in front of her room clasping a bouquet of flowers.
“Thank you,” he said upon receiving the bouquet. Then close the door.
The man really gave her a romantic surprise. After the roses a few days ago. The tulips were sent back for her.
His eyelids are clenched. Inhaling to taste for a moment the flower that became an icon of the country he was visiting. Although there is no strong aroma that comes out of tulips. His heart warmed. His smile was perfect.
There's a greeting card tucked between the flower arrangements. He immediately took it. Open slowly with heart beating.
...—Welcome to the Netherlands. Everything goes smoothly. I’ll be there soon—...
#Fame#
(Ik for je)
The lips that were initially fractured returned to normal. There are Dutch writings that are not understood. Even the last.
Out of curiosity he also searched for meaning in search engines. Once it gets the results. Her lips are back. His heart shone with joy. He laid his body on the bed by hugging the greeting card.
“Miss you too ...,” clean with eyes closed.