Love of the Journalist
99. UNINTENDED
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Danang
“Task change in the police environment is common, natural and natural. With a view to meeting the needs of the organization. And task dynamics to ensure continuity of program implementation and leadership wisdom.”
“On this occasion I hope, the new Police Chief and his ranks continue to synergize with related agencies. To realize the vision and mission of Polri.”
Some final pieces of the greeting he gave while leading the handover of office (as well as) 2 new police officers in Mapolrestabes.
The show was completed a few minutes ago. Coinciding with lunch as a cover. But instead he resigned to resign with the main officials and Kapolsek. Officers and other invitations.
“Not lunch first, Ndan?” Prevent Rendra who's following behind.
“I have an appointment. There is Pak Waka who represents.” Open the steering door.
“I'm back after lunch.” Message later.
Rendra nodded. Give your respects, “Siap, Ndan.” Along with him who started the car engine.
He drove his vehicle to the cafe in front of the TVS office. This afternoon he will have lunch with Kirei. As per the agreement, they will eat together. And the selection of places according to Kirei's wishes.
“The Deket, Mas. 2 Hours I have a meeting.” That was the reason over the phone a while ago.
He wanted to take her to Sae Care. His chef found a new recipe. After a few days of testing. And the reaction of the customers on the menu is satisfied, giving a star rate of 5. That way today is actually the official launch of a new menu. He wanted Kirei to be one of the customers who also gave his assessment though,
“Kalo said another delicious, what else Mas Danang whose exact value I also comment agree.” Tukas Kirei as he told me about the new menu. It is indeed a matter of Kirei's appetite the type of person who is not complicated. Wants practical. What is there is that in eating. Except for the one his wife didn't like. That's just a few too.
And as long as they were married, Kirei could only cook his favorite food. It was also full of tragedy, from the charred, the salty, the slashed fingers, and the kitchen like a broken ship. Though cooked simple like, egg omelet for example.
He shook his head while smiling in remembrance of that.
If judged on her skill in cooking, Kirei is not the type of wife of the husband's dream. But if anything else beyond the mentioned just ... Ah, her lips unintentionally curved upwards imprinted brightly and brightly.
Is there no cook? Want a professional or home, just spend money can all be on the dining table.
It could be counted with any cooking finger that Kirei could just cook. Such as chicken lodho, rawon, sop, cap cay, and of course fried rice.
That was enough for him and he liked it. Although it felt yes .. he thinned his lips. But when cooked with love is different. He chuckles. Luckily there was Yumah, who was quick to help. Or there is Mbok Sumi in the upper house who always tell any seasonings. Kirei who is quick to respond, is able to understand and learn to adapt quickly. Honey, the only obstacle is one. It's about time.
And he understands.
Kirei. Busyness. Keep bumping. I don't know when? He never demanded and forced.
Arriving at the cafe, he rushed towards Kirei's desk. His wife waved her hand.
“Mas ...” Call Kirei.
He sat in front of his wife. Square table between them.
“I've been pesenin,” he glanced at Kirei at a glance, then saw the menu list in front of him, “or want to add again?”
He shook. “Cute aja.”
Two hours is a minute. He saw the clock on his wrist. Storing spoons and forks upside down on a plate that has been empty. Uprightly water white. And wiped his mouth with a tissue.
“My day to Jakarta.”
Kirei.
“There is public speaking training in Mabes for 3 days,”
“All Police and public relations officers,”
“You don't pa-pa, do you, I stay a while?”
Kirei smiled, then shook his head.
***
Kirei
The destination is now to take Danang to the airport. An hour before office hours. He had left a message through Anisa. After he was picked up, he got into the car as soon as the back door opened. Keep a sling bag over your lap.
“Home alone is not pa-pa?” Danang asked who was sitting next to him on the back bench. This afternoon they were taken by driver.
“A used to it,”
“Sorry ...” And that doesn't seem to be the way. But this is a task.
He rubbed the man's thigh, “At home, there's Yumah same Darmo. Don’t worry.” He's convincing. That he'll be fine.
The man rubbed his head, then clasped his hand. “Part yourself well, as long as I'm not around.”
He nodded. His head rests on the man's shoulder.
“Mas Danang, also.”
The guy pecks the top of his head, “Always gonna miss you (always will miss you).”
They parted ways just as a voice call echoed for passengers bound for Jakarta. The man kissed his forehead, cheeks and the top of his head, “I love you ...” Then passed by waving his hand.
He blushed in shame, when it turned out that some people were watching them.
Walking hastily, in order to avoid people becomes the solution. Coinciding that ringing voice mobile phone calling.
My brother calling ....
He looked down at the phone screen, and carelessly he did not see the situation in front of him.
BRUISES.
He hit the body of someone who was standing straight by groping a suitcase. His body went backwards. But the man quickly helped her, taking her hand.
“Sori ... sori ...” He said reflexively, still holding the person's hand.
“Kirei,”
He looked up at the man he hit.
“Mas Aldi,”
“Sori ...” Let go of her hand and slightly jerked her. Didn't expect to see Aldi after the last time he drove the man to a rehab.
“What's wrong, Rei.” Aldi Sahut.
“Where are you from?” Imbuh Aldi later.
“I ... abis nganterin Mas Danang.”
Silent.
Both are equally awkward.
“You,”
“Mas Aldi,”
An unexpected sentence that comes out simultaneously.
“You first,”
“Mas Aldi first,”
The second sentence came out almost simultaneously again.
Silent.
The awkwardness hit again.
Aldi rubbed his nape. While the look of his face is like as red as strawberry cook now.
Really stuck with a conflict of time and place that is not right. Until his decision to chat casually became the offer he gave. In the crowd, he thought. Open, a lot of passersby. After this he will also tell Danang.
The atmosphere that had been awkward gradually melted a little. Although not completely. They decided to sit in a coffee shop not far from the collision. Waiting for Aldi's plane to depart.
“Mas Aldi where to go?” After a few seconds they sat down. He opened the conversation again. Because Aldi is also in a state of entanglement.
“Sori .. forgot!” His sergeant was quick while wiping his forehead, “Pak Rahmat once said, Mas Aldi wants to go to the US. Download summer program there.”
“So this ...” He pointed at Aldi's suitcase which stood upright next to the man sitting down.
Aldi nodded. Smiling thinly.
“Oohh .. about corlip,”
Aldi says, “Congratulations, Rei. You deserve.”
He smiled faintly, “Congratulations also for Mas Aldi. Hopefully on his return from there, Mas Aldi more successful.” His prayers and hopes are sincere.
“Thanks, Rei ...” Aldi smiled, though he seemed forced. But he can understand it.
“Sure thing (same-same).”
“Soal ... Anisa, she ...” He paused for a moment. Thinking if this was worth mentioning? Recalling,
“Truly oath ... I just ...”
“Gak .. I don't want to. Anyway I don't want to. What the world says, a woman begging for love.”
“Aalaah naive, lo!” Oka spray, as they gathered three at the cafe in front of the office on the sidelines of the break.
“Kalo love ya just say it. The present day is no longer silent waiting. But emansisapi.”
Anisa ambush, “Emancipation!”
“Well, the.” Oka.
“Iya, before she goes to US, Nis. There's nothing wrong. We don't know ... answers could be unintended (unexpected).” His fishing rod. Trying to give embers of fire so Anisa dare.
But it seems like Anisa is giving up. According to him Aldi really only considers himself as a friend (as a friend). Not more!
“Why with Anisa?” Aldi asked with a confused look and his forehead shriveled.
He shook. Doubt began to overwhelm him.
***
Aldiansyah
The encounter with Kirei was unexpected by him. He thought the last meeting of that time .. would be the final meeting for him. Closing down the notes of the romance story for her.
But God has other plans. It was rediscovered. With him ....
Chat after chatter flowed despite the awkward tone. And confused. But, Kirei with his style was able to melt the atmosphere. Kirei is so happy. Energetic. Cheerfully. And ... a million charms. He was stunned.
What happened to Anisa?
Kirei's best friend who has been paying attention lately. Giving unusual attention. Even the sirat blushed as a sign as he sat down with the girl.
He shook his head, then replied “We’re just friends (we are just friends).”
Kirei who was sitting opposite him looked up, looking at him. Then throw a look at the floor. Swallowing his saliva rough. His hope and also the hope of Anisa must immediately freefall like a plane that lost control and ready to resign. But that feeling can't be forced, right?
The time that was only given 1 hour to him seemed to roll with running. Some of the pieces of sentences that have been slid still feel less. He still wants to see his face. Still want to hear the chirping like a symphony that accompanies. Although the silence and the silence are more coloring.
Arrived when he had to stand up to leave. Leaving the past and looking to the future. I don't know if he can? He tried to strengthen his decision.
Even though he has learned the word sincerely.
One thing is certain and he believes it. ‘Dia’ has been happy. It was clearly visible on his face and smile.
Now it's his turn to go. Bringing all the memories he expected could make him slowly forget. Slowly leave. And slowly found a new figure, replacing it. Although he doubted.
His steps were increasingly far from Kirei who was still standing glued behind him. He will not look again. Although in the heart it wants. Although his steps were heavy, he was forced to continue walking without faltering. Strengthen the determination to be stronger.
The plane he was on took him on the air. Splitting through space, through the horizon. Sit in the window seat. Clumps of clouds appear in groups. White as cotton. Nanar's view. He sighed, exhaled.
I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
(I was still busy fixing pieces of my life before)
The heavy for walking
(Weight to step)
Even flailed around hopelessly
(Even teetering)
Not light to fight
(It's not easy to fight)
But I will try
(But I'll try it)
I need to be strong
(I need to be strong)
And your smile is my strength
(And your smile is my strength)
I just have to move on
(I just have to move on)
Without you
(Without you)
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