Blind Date's
70. Mysterious package

...70. Uncontrolled...

Through the intercom Sasmaya called Affan to his room right then and there. He swiftly faced his superior.

“Sit, Sas.” Affan invited him to sit in the cantilever chair. Right in front of his desk. Face to face.

“Congratulations. Your writing has been completed. Some books have been sent to papa's friends and colleagues who will give preface.” Affan said while publishing a smile. “For the prime print we will make it 4500 copies. What say?”

Before he answered, he started with a smile. “Tiras 4500 copies is still the first mold standard in GPP. I think that's the right amount. O, yes .. yesterday I contacted Mr. Murgi, his friend, as well as the chairman of PWI (Indonesian Journalists Association). He gave a preface after he finished reading the book. And I propose—”

“I've already determined who's next to give Sas.” preface Affan ambushed quickly.

Sasmaya nodded. There are 1 more people who deserve and right to give a preface. But ... he has not contacted the person yet. Due to his work as a government official.

“Prepare yourself next weekend. We will do a book launch press release.”

...***...

“Where?” ask Sinta. His friend was willing to delay his return to hear the results of the interview announced today.

Honestly, he himself did not want to expect high. Not that he is not confident. But the failure of her marriage made her aware. That what is desired, what is the goal cannot always be realized as expected.

I don't want to repeat the same. Now Sasmaya does not want to rely on something else that is not necessarily able to meet his expectations.

Mama's words last night made her ponder deeply.

“Better let go of what makes you sick, Sas. From holding it until you forget how happy you are.”

Mama's right. Let the pain go. So that he himself can feel happy. This has been tried. When he took off Masala. Release papa. Lost the opportunity to occupy the managing editor at the branch office. Then at this time he had to foil his own marriage. Destiny to be faced with tears. With a wounded heart.

Yes ... a tough decision but he has to do it.

“E, even daydreaming!” sinta Sentak.

“Gue ... have decided to ... to end my relationship with him, Sin.”

“Wait .. wait ... wait.” Sinta tucked her hair behind her ear. Making sure the sentence of his best friend who entered caught his sense of hearing is not wrong. Why did the topic of conversation switch on ‘dia’? He meant here definitely not about work. Except Gama. Who else. “Means lo?” continued reassuring.

“After last night I saw my mother's reaction to Gama. Mama just told me: It's better to let go of what makes you sick. From holding it until you forget how you are happy ..” He repeated Ranti's words.

Sinta stood up to him. Sitting next to him. “Lo really want to end your relationship? Have you not been with him lately. Help him to go through therapy?” I don't understand the decision Sasmaya made. He thought that Sasmaya's relationship with the heir to the Zoon Hotel would end in a guarantee. Reconstituting. The problem was solved after Mr. Gama recovered from the trauma.

He shook. “Gak as simple as you imagine, Sin. Mama does not approve. And ... I don't want to disappoint him.”

Push Sinta's breath in the air.

“Yes, lo ...,”

“Gue has tried to explain to mama. Mom's response was the same. Mama was already disappointed, angry and ... can't believe,” cut it. Don't want to drag on without a solution. Last night he decided to end his relationship with Gama. In front of Ranti. Although heavy, but he could not let in this condition. So did his mother and family, who were waiting for his decision.

The mother-of-one looked at him, asked probing, “Lo, absolutely sure?”

Silent. Within seconds the dark brown eyes did not blink. Then nod. Simultaneously the pressure of the liquid that filled his eyelids.

Sinta. “If you're sure of your decision, I can't do anything.” In fact, he disagreed with the decision. He could feel that Sasmaya still loved Pak Gama. And vice versa. But back again, if parental blessing is the main thing. Sasmaya could not argue. Especially adding to the list of disappointed mama.

Notification of the results of the interview of the editor-in-chief candidate who passed right was announced at 17:00 WIB.

This should be happy news. Exhilarating. Sasmaya graduated and became an editor in chief of GPP. But in fact Sinta was only able to smile wryly. Then scratching his head. Confused to express his mood which is being overwhelmed with feelings of pleasure and sadness.

Sasmaya took a deep breath. Until her shoulders are lifted, exclaiming, “Let’s get home!”

All the way home he leaned his head back. Clenching the eyelids.

In life, there are things that can be controlled. But there are other basic things that he cannot control. It was Ranti's blessing.

After all, my mother is more valuable than anything. Without mama he is not the Sasmaya he is today. It'sit's nothing.

Arriving home, he was taken aback when a medium-sized tart was placed on the mini bar table. Packed with a bouquet of flowers with greeting cards.

...‘Mama sure you can. Congratulations Sas ..’...

...—Love U—...

I don't know where my mom found out she passed the interview. The announcement was only released 3 hours ago. So far, Sinta has only known. Maybe some HRD staff.

Maybe my mom's feeling so strong. So my mom was so sure. His hand grabbed his phone in a bag. After the message came in.

Mom: Mom went home to Kemuning. Eyang's sick.

He bit his lower lip. A smile changes worries about the condition of the eyes.

^^^Sasmaya : What is the condition of eyang, Ma?^^^

Didn't wait long for the message to be answered.

Mother: I don't know yet. Mama's still on the road to Kemuning. Take the flight at 18:15. Tirto said he was still in the hospital. Later Mama will tell the condition of eyeang when it has arrived.

^^^Sasmaya : Ok. Mama be careful on the road.^^^

^^^Sasmaya : BTW .. thank you, Ma 😊. Thanks to Mama's prayer, Sas passed.^^^

There was no reply from Ranti. He kept the phone not far from the cake. Tasting the cake by poking it. Tasty. Most favorite tart cakes and recommendations from Mother.

The phone screen shimmered. Accompanied by a typical ringing of an incoming message.

The man he believes knows his graduation from Affan. Not intending to reply, Sasmaya opted out of the chat application. Keep your phone in a bag. He got up while hooking his bag to his shoulder. Step into her room on the 2nd floor.

...***...

The final days before the book launch left him drowning in the rush. Morning depart. Arriving home is always night.

Never met Susi. Who always left a note at the dinner table. Ask if he needs to be cooked. Or one time ask, did he stay at home with Gama? Let Susi prepare a room for him.

He once replied by leaving a note containing : No need Sus. I don't eat at home.

After that, he never returned the message of his assistant. It could be possible because Susi found her dirty clothes, so she thought she was staying at home.

In fact, she lives in her mother's house. Since a few days ago. Without Gamas.

The people closest to you thought he and Gama were married. I think he feels guilty. Over this confusion. But he was not ready, to explain to them that he and Gama were not married. More precisely there will be no marriage.

The reason Susi left the message may be because she did not reply to her ART short message.

Actually not just from Susi. Gama's message was ignored.

The man told me that he was in Kemuning. It will be available at the book launch.

Gama once asked her to meet. But he reasoned there was no time.

Sasmaya swept her face with cold water. Looking in front of the mirror. Tomorrow is the realese press for Sofyan Putra's biography.

The invitation has been spread. Time has been determined. Coinciding with the main character's birthday. Located in one of the meeting rooms of Hotel Zoon. I don't want him to meet that guy. This is something he cannot control.

But he promised. After this, he will finish everything. About relationships. About their future.

The loud sound of his phone ringing made Sasmaya look up. The name Gama shimmered on the screen.

He grabbed a towel. Drying his wet face.

It's already night. Why did the man contact her. Reluctant to answer, he chose not to care.

First ring stopped. But only a few seconds. The screen was still on, the second ring started calling back.

Again the name Gama fills the screen of his phone.

Sighing heavily. Sitting on the edge of the bed while staring at the screen of a smart object that still displays the name of the man.

It was thought Gama would not contact him again, instead the screen that had just darkened was back in light because Gama's call came in for the third time.

On the 5th missed call. Gama sent him a message.

...***...

Gamma: I'm in front of the house.

There were significant changes Sasmaya showed him. One of them was certainly impressed by the woman to avoid it. Distanced him.

How did Sasmaya get 100% changed against him?

The fear of loss. Meeting Sasmaya. Seeing a figure that was greatly missed was the most powerful way to expel the turmoil in his heart.

Arrive in Jakarta at night. He even told Dani to take a taxi to go home alone. For the sake of directly meeting Sasmaya at his residence.

Returning to meet and accompany his future wife who lives alone, he revealed the pretext when complex security officers greeted him on patrol.

“I wait on the terrace of the house only, Sir. Won't go in,” he told the security guard who once suspected him.

Sitting on the porch bench. Crossing hands in front of the chest. Withstand the cold of the night air. I hope the woman he is waiting for will come soon.

Two hours passed. He fell asleep waiting. Waking up as a result of the ringing of a bicycle bell from a guard patrol.

“Just go home, Mas. Sasmaya is safe. Later if there is anything, we are responsibleabi.” The security officer called. Stopping the bike.

Gama. Approaching him. Pouring a pack of cigarettes at the officer. “Can I wait for him in the car, sir? Tomorrow morning when Sasmaya wakes up. There is something important I want to say. Can't wait till the office,”.

His persistence seemed to pay off. The security guards of the complex received the cigarettes he gave. Forced to say, “Alright ... the important thing is not to make a fuss here.”

He smiles. “Thank you, Sir.” Upturned. Look at the room window that looks dim. The others were dark without lighting.

Long enough he stood awake to the body of the car. Burning the tip of a cigarette. Sucking deep. Eject slowly. Repeatedly looking up at the dim window. I hope Sasmaya sees it. Wanna see him.

The cigarette butts are not completely finished. He threw it down. Stamped on. Until the contents in the white package were messy. Crushed.

Look up again. Then open the car door. Deliberately sitting next to the steering wheel so that his gaze is not hindered by anything when he looks up. Open the window glass in half.

“Good night.”