Blind Date's
76. Last At

Since becoming the biographer of Sofyan Putra, Sasmaya has been re-appointed and has completed a biography of one of the former officials who once sat in the executive board.

Succeeded. Now Sasmaya is trying again to write a biography of one of the famous journalists today. This time he was not appointed by anyone. Except for his own desire. Thanks to his friendship of the last two years with the journalist.

A unique introduction. It won't forget. And certainly very effective.

Ancols.

Yes ..then he went to Ancol alone to release the burden that rested his chest. It's about her marriage that must fail.

After riding an extreme ride, he became nauseous and eventually vomited. A hand with eucalyptus oil in the grip offers help. He looked up while smothering his mouth. The guy said, “Wear it, it might ease your pain a little,”.

He smiles. Receiving a bottle of eucalyptus oil that he also used to wear when he felt stomach pain, headaches even bitten by insects. He poured the oil into his stomach. Then smell it deep.

Unfortunately, when his stomach felt better. And he intends to return the oil, the man seemed to disappear. He has not thanked me either. Sasmaya kept trying to find. But the result remains the same.

The next meeting seemed like the universe granted her hope. When he was in the middle of an appointment with his main source to complete his second biography. It was afternoon. On the beach which is still in the same area when the first meeting.

Lucky to coincide with the interview with the source finished. His pair of sense of sight accidentally caught someone he had been looking for all along. And he remembered that his helper oil was still stored and carried in his bag wherever he went. Because he feels indebted and of course hopes to meet again with the person.

That person seemed to be accompanying his children who were playing on the beach. He sat on a chair facing the sun that was beginning to lean west.

Sasmaya approached the man, “Mbak, remember not?” He held up the green bottle and smiled.

The woman got up from her seat at the sun lounger. “Yes. You ...” He replied with a smile. Actually, he himself had forgotten. But since this person offered something very familiar to him, he recalled. “Then, you don't have to return it. I sincerely gave it to you.”

“I thank you very much at that time, Mbak helped with this—white wood oil—my stomach instantly healed and I can continue riding other rides.”

“Hah ... You can still ride other rides?!” ask the woman not to believe. Then shake.

Smiling and nodding, he reached out his hand. “O, yes .. I'm Sasmaya.”

“Kirei. Call aja Kirei,” welcome the woman.

From there he and Kirei became friends.

Equally involved in a media. Maybe that makes their relationship closer. Yes, although he dabbled in print media. While Kirei in electronic media.

Honestly, he was amazed at the storyline of Kirei's life. From career to personal life.

Starting from the friendship and admiration, he was finally determined to make a biography of Kirei Fitriya Tsabita. A senior journalist in the country. He is still active as a producer of a news program on one of the national television.

“Hey, haven't slept yet?” The door to the room is open. Gama emerged from there and with worrying questions as always.

“I'm not sleepy yet,” the rebuttal. “Papa got to bed?” He closed the homepage of the laptop screen that had displayed the script. The laptop's homepage has changed its face. Showing their wedding photos.

Gama kissed his head. “Already. Remember this,” he rubbed his wife's stomach. The stomach already looks swollen. According to pregnancy doctor Sasmaya has entered the age of 15 weeks. The vulnerable phase has passed. But they have to be careful.

“Remember doctor's message,” Gama reminds again. Then close the laptop. “You should be able to control your busyness,” the protest. Reminds them of the message of the obstetrician who handled them.

There are no problems in both bodies. But in fact, God did not immediately give trust for them to immediately have children. Both decided to take part in the pregnancy program.

“Iya, I know,” agile. “What was the same Papa?” Gama prepared a pillow for him. Then cover it to the stomach. After he broke his body. Her husband walked to the bathroom to take off his shirt.

“Mau make our children's birthday show. Papa said let Widiya rule all. You just sit down and welcome guests who come,” said Gama.

The translucent glass shows Gama taking off his shirt and pants. Brushing your teeth and washing your face.

Gamma got out of the bathroom. Along with the extinguishing of lights that illuminate the room full of technology.

“Widiya disposable EO. Where it might be a hassle,” said Gama. Wearing only a brief out of the bathroom, he wore a casual t-shirt and shorts in front of the wardrobe. Then he spread his body beside Sasmaya.

He grunts. Lips cone.

“Do not protest much,” Gama landed a kiss on his lips. Hugged it.

“Mas, tomorrow afternoon I want to see Mbak Kirei.” Even though the mother of four children asked him to call just his name, in fact he was still happy and more comfortable calling him ‘Mbak’.

“You want me to accompany?”

Sasmaya.

...☆☆...

“Nika ...,” greeting Sasmaya to the newly arrived daughter with her mother. He stood up to welcome Kirei. The two of them stick each other's right-left cheeks alternately.

“Sorry, I brought Danika. You don't want to be left,” Kirei said sitting next to him. Danika pointed at the fence. See another girl playing a soapy water bubble over there. “Bby, but don't go far,” the message to Danika. The girl with ponytail hair nodded.

“He looks a lot like me,” Kirei said. “Truly copy me deh.”

He chuckles. “Rempong, yes, Mbak.”

“Ya, so ...” Kirei. He turned his eyes to the sun hiding behind the clouds. Cloud or fog. What is clear while in Jakarta, he rarely found the giant ball of the world was sunk perfectly. However, he can still enjoy the golden hour that stretches.

Kirei began to tell the continuation of his life story when Danang—suamiya— served in Papua. He ended up living in Jakarta and is now a news producer.

He recorded all the events that were revealed. Occasionally scribble to the book on points that he thinks are important.

Almost 60 minutes of a Kirei's journey is told. Exclaims. Attractively. And there is a journey of every piece of the life story that many people must know.

Yes, he felt his decision was right. To tell the story of this journalist.

“Mbak Kirei loves dusk and dawn.”

“Don't know, yes, Sas. I like this atmosphere the most. Calm. Shaded. Warm. And the right time for reflection,” Kirei said.

“Ya, I agree.” He slid his back to the back of the chair. Seeing the golden hour that was like a natural painting before him. He loves to travel and enjoy nature. But it turns out there is forgotten, that the atmosphere like this part of traveling that is no less extraordinary can be enjoyed.

The ringing atmosphere of his phone made him shuffle and take the thing from inside the bag. “Sorry, Ma'am ..”

“Cause, Sas ...,” Kirei said. Come up and approach Danika who is still fun with her new friend.

“Yes, Mas.  Is it in front? Yes, if you wait there. I'm done. I'm going there now.” Then he cleaned up his equipment. Approaching Kirei and Danika. “Mbak who's home? Together, yuk,” take him.

“No need, Sas. I brought my own car. This one wants to go home too. Yuk!”

They decided to head out together towards the parking area in front of the restaurant. Mutual. Then separated.