Love of the Journalist
Prologues
...Prologue...
Kirei
Kirei Fitriya Tsabita is a 24-year-old girl. Working as a journalist on a private television precisely in the city of Semarang. Girl with shoulder-length hair and often tie it with a ponytail to make it easier for him to work in the field that requires him to always move active and energetic.
Beautiful girl dimpled with smooth white skin. But that was when he did the treatment. Because the demands of the job require him to jump directly into the field without knowing the time. Sun exposure makes her skin turn yellow and still beautiful to look at.
He has been working as a journalist since he graduated in communication science from a state university in Jogjakarta. Exactly one year ago.
Kirei means beautiful in Japanese. As beautiful as she was born to Demas Prasetyo and Nani Prasetyo. He has a brother named Kenichi Estiawan Prasetyo. Both brothers were born in Japan, at the time his father took post-graduate courses there.
As a journalist he is required to think critically, be able to perform analysis, be able to communicate and work with a team.
His dream was born through the hands of his father who is also a senior journalist. He really idolized his father. His father was his first love and a mecca for him. Until the event that caused him to die, he resolved to continue his father's ideals. A simple ideal thanks to the admiration of a child towards his father.
But it turns out that simple ideals made him confused when he was appointed as a field journalist news program division replace his partner who resigned.
“Rei, called Mr. Grace.” Deni said one of his colleagues in the entertainment division.
Mr. Rahmat is his superior who serves as executive producer.
“Oya, thanks, Den,” said while rushing to the room of Mr. Grace who is on the 5th floor.
After knocking on his door, he went inside.
“Sit,” Alleged Mr. Grace.
“Thank you, Sir.” His leg while tying his body on the chair in front of the desk Mr. Rahmat.
“You, working here it's been 1 year. Looking at your performance, I'm sure you have the potential to develop again." His speech made himself guess the direction of this superior conversation.
“I need someone who has strong determination, high spirit and smart like you.”
DEG
Where is this actually headed? Praising is one way to improve his career. Oh ... no, no! Do I want to get fired? Or....? Pride in the heart.
“The entertainment division is no longer a challenge for you, Rei. Therefore, I'm mutating you to the news program division." Mr. Grace thrust a white envelope at him.
What's?!
“Si Anton files for resign next month. So I think you deserve to replace his position.”
He took a deep breath and exhaled violently after coming out of Mr. Grace's room.
The definition that rotates in his brain right now is it’s something out of the box. Is that true?
The assignment transfer in the news program section and is currently pursuing the production run of ‘Telusur Event’, where it requires it to be related to criminal things that have happened lately. Like a dream!
But he could not avoid even resisting. Ready not ready. I don't want him to be professional. Carry out the task with sincerity and pleasure. Hope so's.
For about one month he was guided by Mas Anton before Mas Anton completely resigned.
“Congratulations yes, Rei.” Said Mas Anton as he met him at a cubicle-shaped desk. As staff journalists they are placed in one floor, which is the 3rd floor. Only different rooms according to the division.
But he showed his sour face. “Gara-gara, Mas Anton nih,” was upset. Then he sat on the sofa in the news division not far from Mas Anton's cubicle.
Anton chuckled.
“Rei, these are all flash files of criminal events that are ready to go live. This has been fixed in ACC same editor-in-chief.” Said Mas Anton while handing over 3 bundles of files that are inserted each in the map snelhecter in red.
Anton sat down on the sofa next to him.
“OK, Mas.” His leg was heavy as he scrunched his forehead. One bundle, one map it's one case of events.
“And this special case.” Mr. Anton presented a brown envelope with a blue highlighter that read ‘pending’.
He was getting his forehead. This case is packaged differently. Even his two eyebrows seemed to be linked indicating he was thinking hard.
“This is a case that is still a mystery. Unsolved until two months. If the other two cases almost all finished just go to the coordinator Aldi.” Bright Mas Anton who again handed over two bundles of case files without map just clamped with binder clip.
“It's good that you learn this,” point Anton on the stabilized brown envelope earlier.
“Tomorrow we will meet with the police who handle this case.” Anton patted his shoulder and returned to his cubicle.
“Huh, I think I've been old for a long time.” He grumbles.
Mas Anton who can still hear his voice chuckling, “Why?” He raised his voice a little. Because he was sitting in his cubicle.
“Not yet started work and handover but has been treated to such a heavy case. If you are in the entertainment, you can relax and laugh. Well, if you're gini!” Point it at the map, envelopes and files that are just clamped binder clips that are already messy on the table. “Can die young!” He pushed his back against the back of the sofa.
“Hahaha, Rei ... Rei.” Mas Anton gave a crisp laugh while shaking his head in response to himself who might be to him funny.
“Professional, Rei." Mas Anton said as he dragged his wheelchair back closer to the sofa that was still sitting on it.
“The journalist's profession must be ready to be placed anywhere. All are plus minus. It's up to us to go through and live." Said Mas Anton. Senior journalists who have worked at this media company for almost ten years.
He's cheating, “Yes, senior brother!”
“Haih .. You're funny, Rei if you're spilled. Try it!” Anton Ledek.
“Isshh ...” He hissed.
“Hahaha.” Anton curled up while going to push back his wheelchair into his cubicle room, leaving him still sitting on the couch.
After returning to his desk he threw his butt rough. Until the wheeled chair rotates because it holds its body weight. Wet your lips with occasional biting.
“Am and capable? (is I capable)." His grunts. "But this profession is my passion."
Opening the blue stabilized envelope, reaching the files in it that have been put together into 1 bundle.
...‘Murder of a textile factory worker who was raped and mutilated’...
Oh my god! Say it in the heart. He closed his mouth reflexively.
Then on the next sheet contains supporting information. From the names of the victims, time and place of the incident, the names of the witnesses and the results of the investigation have not been fully revealed.
***
Danang
Adjunct Chief Commissioner of Police (AKBP) Danang Barata Jaya, SH. Mature male 30 years old. Served as Wadir Reskrimsus (Deputy director of Special Criminal Investigation) Polda Jateng since two years ago. Previously, the best AKPOL (Police Academy) graduate man in his force has been through various structural positions in the scope of the police of the Republic of Indonesia.
Son of Komjen Pol Bagas Tri Jaya and Anita Jaya. She also has her only sister named Aksara Jaya.
His father had 4 years of full duty. While the mother is just an ordinary housewife who has busy with managing her bakery.
Mature men with high stature, strapping and handsome. But unfortunately, at the age of thirty years even he was in solitude aka single.
Various achievements he got. The success of getting his position now does not necessarily follow his love story.
His love must run aground because the act of the lover who is obsessed with living with treasure. He chose to marry a coal-rich businessman rather than himself who at that time only served as Kanit Reskrim in Mapolsek (sector police headquarters) small town, Sumatra Island.
That incident has been over for a few years. But it has had an impact on him until now. He decided that his life was only for work and work. Make it workaholic.
“Back, Ndan.” Said his co-worker and subordinate Kabag Wasiddik (Head of Investigative Supervisory) Pak Banuaji. After coming in knocking on the door and handing the investigation file to his desk.
“Please, Sir. A little more I still have work.” The reply. Although he was a superior to his subordinates who incidentally almost all were older than him. He still has respect. If in a relaxed state and outside of work he considers them friends and relatives.
“Already at 8pm, Ndan. It's time to rest. The work will have no end. But time for us must have time.” He is now sitting in front of his desk.
That's right said Mr. Banuaji. Crimes happen almost every day. People always have a pretext to commit a crime. But they do not realize that it is time they will be faced with the real trial when their time runs out in this world.
“Wah, that's right, sir. Every day cases come in. His sense of when our lives are peaceful, side by side, without evil lurks.” Legally.
“If they are guided, Ndan!”
He chuckles, “Hidayah was picked up sir, not awaited,” he said.
“For the conscious,” timpal Banuaji.
They chuckle together, always dealing with cases of making them full like everyday food. It was like a joke of consolation.
“Time for Commander find wife.” Banuaji said after their laughter subsided. The Wasiddik Kabag was 45 years old. Their closeness is like a brother because they often interact outside or if they are working.
“Hah, haven't met his soul mate," apparently.
“Stupid not awaited, Ndan! But in search,” timpal Banuaji made him silent for a moment.
Several times his parents tried to match him with the children of his colleagues and friends. But no one could shake his heart. Yes, he has not fallen in love again.
Even though his friends already have a life partner and children. Can't shake his stance. He believes God has prepared a soul mate for him. I don't know when it will happen, nor can he predict.
“Do’ only, Sir.” He answers as the last defense shield if his colleagues and superiors ask him about marriage.
***
Aldiansyah
Aldiansyah Kamandaka is 27 years old. Working as a news division program coordinator at TVS.
Has a boyfriend who also works in the same place as her as an editorial secretary. Their relationship has been running for two years and it will lead to a serious level of engagement.
Aldi is famous as a corlip (coordintor coverage) that is firm, spicy and intolerant. Professionalism became the only one that delivered him to be the best staff last year, and this year again entered the nomination at the event of awarding achievements to all TVS employees held once a year.
But his encounter with the new staff of the entertainment transfer made his head boil. The disciplinary staff according to attendance records almost every Monday he was late. According to him he does not deserve to occupy journalists at ‘Telusur Event’ even though the program is being pursued airing, obviously the wrong man on the right place. Damn it!
“I'll make, you haze!” Gerrymandering annoyed. He hoped that none of his division members would hinder his performance.
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