Blind Date's
47. What a beautiful morning
...47. Disturbed Time Zone...
Sasmaya overslept while hugging the greeting card. Woke up to the ringing of his phone that screamed. Mom's name is seen on a glowing screen.
“Ya, Ma,” sahutnya with a heavy and nasal voice.
“Jeez, Sas. You forgot about Mama. To the extent that Mama's message was not replied to.” Ranti nagging. Piqued. His only child has not reported his condition. While he was waiting for every moment. Even the messages sent were a streak of up to 7 in number. None were answered.
It's yawning. Holding his head slightly heavy. “Sorry, Mom. I was so tired that I forgot. Mama not sleeping?” tanyakanya.
“Sas, it's morning at 9. Mama wants to go to the store.”
Heh. He was told not to play. How he got up late. He had to go to Holland's company at 9 a.m. He's jumped. Throwing a cell phone away. Throw blankets. Go to the toilet.
“Sas! Sas ... Sasmaya!” Ranti's call cry on the phone was drowned by the blanket covering.
Oh God. He looked at himself in front of the mirror. For whatever sake his face is shabby with tidal wave-style hair. He shook his head quickly. Drowsiness and a little bit of dizziness.
Snatching a toothbrush. Put some toothpaste on it. No need for an important bath he looks neat, fresh and fragrant. Didn't according to the stories he heard, Europeans rarely bathe? Oops, because maybe they live in the country 4 seasons. While in Indonesia, just sitting sweat can drip like the flow of Ciliwung hehe times ....
He wet a small towel. Moves face, ears, neck, tightness, and lastly chest.” Back like a baby,” murmured while giggling amusedly. Do not forget other vital parts that need to be kept clean. Especially after urinating.
Can't linger. He quickly ended. Because Dirk must have been waiting for him in the lobby. His suitcase that was still standing in the corner of the closet made him sigh long. He had to drag her near the bed.
The first day he chose trousers with a white shirt wrapped in vest. Her hairstyle is quite on the side.
As soon as his gaze turned to stare at the window that was blushing its curtains. The view outside is still dark. Why it's 9 in the morning but it looks dark outside. It just came out ....
Geez .. he patted her on the forehead.
Throwing his body just like that on the bed. The difference in time zones made him dazed. He was looking for his cell phone. To see the clock. It shows at 4 am Amsterdam time.
...***...
In fact, when his phone again popped the ear of the alarm sign that he deliberately set at 07:00 am. He was again surprised. The sky of Amsterdam is still dark. Only a slight tinge of yellowish light was outstretched on the horizon.
The sun is still shy to reveal the trunk of his nose.
Not to be fooled by the time difference. Sasmaya chose to wake up from sleep. Clean up equipment. Cleansing body. This time he really took a shower. Then he sent a message to his mother: Sas, fine, Ma. Today and the next 2 days are still in Amsterdam. Miss u's. Love u's.
Then write a message to Gama: Thank you ... I loved it 🥰. With a photo of the flower bouquet that he had received. Then send a message back.
Sashmaya: Have a nice day ...
Dirk was seen waiting for him in the lobby. He rushed over.
“You've had breakfast?” ask Dirk.
He nodded. “You alone?”
Dirk replied as he got up from the chair, “A cup of coffee and a piece of bread.”
His steps followed Dirk out of the lobby. “Please wait here. I have to pick up the car in the parking area.”
That is what Gama said. That the journey from the hotel where he stayed to the Holland publishing company was not far away. Still in the downtown area. It can be reached by car for about 12 minutes.
Arriving there he was greeted by two men. With one person is a representative party who had come to the GPP at that time. Named Dennis.
He asked Dirk to leave him. Because I don't know how long he'll be in Holland's office.
Dirk. Coded the phone in his fingers while publishing a smile. Then leave.
It's just self-confidence. Without Mr. Weka or the translator by his side. He had to face Holland Publisher himself.
The first impression of the oldest publishing office in Amsterdam is unique with classic elements very thick. Plus exposed brick accents in almost all buildings so it is difficult to distinguish between office buildings, shops and occupancy. Almost all buildings are the same. Both shape and color.
Dennis as manager of Holland Publisher asked him to get acquainted with the owner of Holland Publisher Group. Who happened to have been present in the meeting room.
“Sasmaya,” say hello first while smiling kindly.
“Elena,” said the woman who was also friendly welcomed him by reaching out. “Thank you for coming,”. Please allow him to sit.
Dennis quickly pulled up a chair for him.
This is the 4th generation to lead HPG now. The son of Hubert van Basten. Like Mr. Sofyan's story.
Elena is so energetic. It tells the story of Holland Publisher. There are 2 HPG branches in the Netherlands. The one he is currently visiting. It only works as an office. While the printing factory has long moved in a new location. The other branch is in The Hague.
Holland Publisher Group also has a branch in Frankfurt-Germany.
He was a mangosteen when Elena was still talking about HPG. The beautiful woman was always smiling kindly. Give her a chance to ask.
Almost 1 hour of meeting in the meeting room was finally over. He invited Dennis to tour the HPG office. The tall, bespectacled man explains what departments are in Holland Publisher.
“Sasmaya,” Elena called him. When the woman passed through.
He and Dennis who were listening to the editor-in-chief's explanation turned to the woman.
“How about we koffie drinken?”
“Dinner,” clear Dennis. Elena's language which sometimes mixes between English and Dutch makes it have to guess.
“Ya .. dinner,” error Elena.
...***...
“Hai,” greet the new Elena coming. Kissed her cheeks three times.
He smiles. Agree with Elena's invitation to dinner at a canal-side cafe.
Although it is still classified as afternoon, because the sun is still bright. However, dinner for Dutch people is around 5-7 pm.
A waiter came to bring me 2 stamppot plates. A typical Dutch dish made from mashed potatoes and some vegetable and meat blends.
“You must be in shock with the time difference between Indonesia and Netherlands,” guess Elena. “Even us dinner in the afternoon,” his chuckle. Laughing at yourself.
He listened to Elena tell him a story. While eating his food.
“That's all because of the culture of our ancestors,” Elena added. “Well .. I don't think there's any harm. Because there should be a pause between dinner with sleep.”
This can be imitated. Especially for people who are on a diet. The problem is that dinner when the sun is still gallantly illuminating is not afdal if it is called dinner.
What fit? Maybe lunch ... dusk, dinner before dinner or a third meal?
“32.”
“Wow. Still young's. You have become a publication manager,” praise the blonde woman.
“Thank you,” reply.
“Ik never been to Indonesia.”
Spontaneous he said, “O, yes?”
“Ja.” Highlight Elena's eyes twinkling, the corners of her lips were attracted though faint.
“To where? Bali?” Somehow the name Bali can be more famous than Indonesia itself.
“Nee.”
His forehead wrinkled. Usually foreign people like to go to Bali. It even became the main destination. I think it's kind of weird if Elena doesn't go there.
“Jakarta. I'm going to Jakarta,” Elena said.
It's mangosteen. Elena might have a job there. No time to go to Bali.
Pause chat. The waiter brought a second meal.
Elena took pleasure in eating the dishes that had just been served on the table.
“This is called kibbeling. From fried fish,” Elena.
He tasted one piece. “Lekker,” said.
The blonde woman smiled. “Unfortunately I went to Jakarta only 5 days.”
“No time to Bali?”
“Nee. Just accompany girlfriend.” Elena shrugged her shoulders. “It just so happens he's Indo.”
“O, yes.” Surprise next. Unsuspectedly. Elena has an Indonesian boyfriend. “How now?”
Elena smiled. Even if the smile looks forced.
“She chose Indonesia.”
Meanin? He went back to his country? Will not be back.
“Our relationship has been broken up for a long time. He chose Indonesia.”
Wait-wait. Looks like Elena still loves her boyfriend. It can be read from the gesture shown.
“Eum ... sorry,” he said he was concerned.
“Tak what. What about you?”
“I'm in a relationship with someone.”
“Wow. I'm very happy to hear it.”
“Thank you.”
The third meal as a cover has been finished. And time has changed night. He and Elena decided to go home.
With a taxi Elena forced to drive her to the hotel. He even had to prevent Dirk who continued to force to pick him up.
“I heard Jakarta hotel one of its owners is Holland Publisher?” He sat in the back with Elena.
“You know?” elena asked back.
He nodded.
“Entah what reason they sold their shares. But the decision surprised us all.”
This is also still a puzzle for him. Zoon shares in the Netherlands sold. Gama returned to Indonesia. Holland bought the shares. Holland and GPP are working together. Like there are agreements between the owner of Holland and Mr. Sofyan.
The taxi arrived in front of the hotel lobby. Elena opened the door, got off first. It came down after.
“Thank you,” said.
With still holding the car door, Elena said, “He went home to Indo along with this hotel switched hands.” Elena twisted her body. Get in the car. “Bye, Sass. Nice to meet you ..” Waving hands. Door closing.
He nailed. Staring at the speed of the taxi that carried Elena slowly passed.