Love of the Journalist
100. Secret Worshiper?
...100. Secret Worshiper?...
Kirei
At 8 a.m., he immediately led daily meetings with the person in charge of several programs in the news. It's compulsory.
It's called editorial meeting. Aim to notify the coverage team about any event or event that needs to be covered on that day. And of course anyone who would cover it. But all developed according to the situation and conditions. Non-rigid. It can change at any time.
About 45 minutes. The time he took for the editorial meeting. It could even be less. Because they have to move quickly after news that knows no time.
Done it.
He left the journalist meeting room. Then to the room which is still one floor.
In these 2 days a lot of news came in. For area 1 of the province under TVS control alone up to dozens even almost 40. No national news yet. International Interludes. It has also been sorted select eligible into airworthy categories such as actuality, proximity, prominence, consequences, conflict, disaster and crime, unusual and lastly human interest.
So he couldn't imagine having to handle the news in 34 provinces. Plus international flash. Maybe .. yes, his head can boil. Smoke off. Then he shuddered to himself.
Because it cannot immediately with limitations such as HR and limited duration of news as much as it will be aired at a time. The proof is that our national TV which has a concept of focusing on news reports is still lacking by airing 24 hours. So ....
At the very least he should group again into truly decent news. The rest he submitted to the online news portal TVS.
Before he takes her to the editorial meeting any minute. How good it would be to sort first he thought.
His right hand started writing rank top news. His left hand pulled out several reports of coverage.
“Casus of corruption of former DPRD member,” murmured.
“Reclamation,” he thinned his lips.
“Banjir rob,” hem. Those who covered it were tired of his lips in their hearts.
“Demo UMK,”
“Drugs on display,”
“Curanmor? Hem ... a lot of it. Solo, Semarang City and Regency, Kudus, Demak, Purwodadi, Grobogan, Magelang, Klaten .. ah mad this mah all regencies there.” He's shaking his head. The crime of curanmor dominates in every region.
His mouth kept mentioning one by one the reports of coverage. Both hands are constantly active.
Wait for.
Disaster or natural disasters and crime is included in the fast category so that he can enter in breaking news.
Geez! Why did he forget that a little.
He left his room, walked quickly to Anisa's cubicle. By carrying some sorted file holders.
“Nis, correction again news for breaking news!” The thrill while handing the map snelhecter reporting breaking news coverage to Anisa's desk. “Search for real-life and to date.” Its effects.
Anisa says, “Oke.”
Then to the Oka cubicle.
“Ka, you haven't left yet. One hour away from the corruption case of a former DPRD member in the Typing Court, you know!” His onion. “Bucy, Ka. Gos! Gos! Go!” Excitement cheers.
Oka, hurry up and scoot.
It all seems to move quickly. Race against time. Then he called someone on his cell phone.
“Mas, where are you?” his feet stepped past some empty cubicles. It is likely that the occupants are being covered in the field.
“Whose is the same?” He closed the door of his room with one of his legs. The right hand holds the phone attached to the right cheek. While the other hand carries the file holder. That's pretty much.
“Jam 11 Mr. Governor wants a press conference. Of ...” He mentioned the place of holding a press conference held by the provincial government in determining UMK policy making.
“To there first. Later new to the front of the Governor's office again.”
“Awas getting ready chaos. Careful, Mas.” His message to Budi who was covering the demo in front of the Governor's office.
Store file holder on the table. Then, rub the body into the chair. Just sighing, the office line phone rang. With his chin closed his eyes, he said,
“Ya,”
“Rei, to my room first.” Said Mr. Grace.
He immediately went up to the 5th floor. Waiting for a moment in front of the elevator. And when the door opened, it looked like the fat Gladis was carrying a large hand bouquet gardenia and a paper bag. Not another package. The fragrant smell instantly ambushed his sense of smell.
He greeted Gladis with a smile. I want to get into the elevator, but,
“Mbak Rei,” Prevent Gladis.
He held down the elevator door that was about to close with his hand.
“This is for Mbak Rei,” added Gladis. The hand bouquet.
He frowned.
“Where is this ... want to be lined where?”
Can't think for long. “Taro is in my room, Dis. Thanks, yes ...” At the same time he took off his hands and the elevator door closed.
Arrived in front of the room Mr. Grace. He knocked on the executive producer's door. Sounded ‘into’ sound from inside.
“Sit, Rei.” Tell Mr. Grace when he pokes from behind the door.
He chose to sit on the sofa. While Mr. Grace walked up to him with a yellow map. Put it on the table.
Mr. Grace still doesn't want to talk. But the heavy sigh of Mr. Grace when sitting opposite him already indicates something is wrong.
“Reclamation on the north coast of Java, seems like the case is a bit heavy.”
“Developers are not teri-class entrepreneurs. Decades of work. Not just one, two projects. But it almost took control from west to east. Those who handle.”
He listened to the words that came out of the mouth of Mr. Grace.
“It looks like they are less ... ‘you know’ ... with our news yesterday about their profile,”
Mr. Grace leaned his back.
“You are sure to continue this investigative reportage?”
***
“Thank you all for your cooperation, today's meeting is closed. See you next week. But do not rule out the possibility of editorial meetings can be carried out as needed.” The Director of News in the editorial meeting.
All the participants of the meeting disbanded. Including himself. After clearing all the files. Insert back into file holder. He also got up from his seat.
“Where, Rei?” Ask Mr. Rahmat who was watching his steps out of the editorial meeting room on the 5th floor.
“Mas Budi will continue this investigative reportage.” Disconnecting. Although the figure of Budi is not in place. He has the right to appoint anyone who will cover the event.
Stubbornness.
The sound of the shoes clapping against the granite floor echoed.
They stopped right in front of the executive producer's room, “Oke. If that is your determination. But we still have to be careful.” Greet Mr. Grace before entering his room.
He took a long breath.
Huft.
Leaning his back a little rough. After the weekly editorial meeting ended, he returned to his room.
Coinciding with the open door.
“Ngopi, Rei?” Anisa brings 2 mug coffee lattes that are still hot. Which is kept on his desk.
Anisa approached the bouquet of flowers that Gladis had stored on top of the iron cabinet in the corner of the room.
“Widih, very fragrant. Who are you from?” Anisa took a look, looking around for the name of the sender.
He who had just regained consciousness, looked at Anisa with his movements. Then shrugged his shoulders.
“Wah ... secret admirer, lo?”
“Hah?!” He's aghast, “not possible!” rejecting raw. All this time his fans were good. Some send flowers, food and others. But it's always clear the sender.
“No sender name, just ...”
He quickly stood up and approached Anisa.
“What's free?” Follow the bouquet of flowers. Niente. No sender name and message. Then ...
“Try in this paper bag,” his hand grabbed the paper bag and then took him to sit on the sofa. He thought the same paper bag was brought by Gladis for him. Because Gladis put 2 of them in his room.
“Wait!” Anisa Exclamation. “Lo, sure this isn't a bomb or something?”
Reflex he throws a paper bag on the table rough, until it sounds.
“Lo, don't skimp deh.” Angry Sung.
“Issh .. anticipation, who knows. Now many secret devotees by terrorizing like this.”
Momentary pause.
Rightly he thought.
He went to his desk, pressed the numbers on the office phone.
“Halo, Good Day. TVS office is here. I'm Gladis ready to help you.”
“Dis,”
“Hah,”
“Who sent the flower bouquet and paper bag this morning?” Ask.
“Mbak, Rei?”
“Tadi via courier service.”
“Who are you from? Where is the address?”
“Eem .. ordinary, right, Ma'am. If there is a package for Mbak Rei, I immediately deliver to the room.” Gladis honest. And it is true, all this time if there is a package for him is always stored in his room. But, during that time there is always the name of the sender and the address. No. .. like this. Nameless and impressed sort of terrorizing. Tell me to guess the mangosteen fruit. Or play TTS, ah if it's easy. The decision is in the heart.
He grunts.
“Lain times if there is no sender name and address is clear, do not accept.” The message and hang up the phone.
“And then ... It want to be diapain?” Anisa asked as their eyes met.
He didn't answer. Still standing next to his desk.
“I call security only, yes?” proposals later. Quickly lift the phone.
“Wait first. It's not dangerous stuff.” He kept the phone algae back.
“Ko, lo so plin plan, hell!”
“Feeling I said so.”
He clucked.
Anisa has already grabbed the paper bag. Then carefully remove the contents.
Both were immediately shocked.
Throwing one another a look.
Staring at the clear package shows the pictorial contact of a camera with a famous brand.
“Crazy. Maddened. Edan ...” Anisa gasps, absorbs, “inimah, I also want.” Reciprocity.
He immediately shook his head. Thinning lips.
A camera that looks like it. But this version is higher and the latest output. The price is probably above 70 million. Or it could be 80 million. Because the camera that once had to shake his faith in sanding with a price above 60 million.
He swallowed his mouth rough. His mind was late in guessing. His feet slowly approached Anisa and sat there.
“Who the hell sent?” Anisa is busy turning the box back and looking for messages tucked away as possible. Even to the point of shaking, glaring, waiting for paper bag and ....
A small, thin, pink greeting card floats as light as cotton. Wiggling and then falling right on top of his sneakers and his position is right. So that they can clearly read the writing listed there.
‘May be useful’
That'sthat's all.
***
“Mas Danang again what?” Ask over the phone.
“Just got out of the auditorium. Training until night because.”
He saw a wall clock hanging from a wall. At 9 p.m.
This morning before they started their activities, they exchanged news. Say hello in a short message. And tonight I'm calling back.
He's breaking his body. Tilt to the right. Rubbing the empty pillow next to her.
“Hei .. how much is diem?” Ask Danang.
“Again?”
“Kangen.” His word.
Sounded weird from there.
“New a day.”
“It's been a week,”
“Starting gombal.” Still sounds weird.
“Kalo can't believe use video call.” It's a little inflamed. It is considered a guyonan.
“Sorry ... tomorrow morning huh? This Abis wants to meet with his old friends. Regular small-time reunion.”
“There's a girl?” questions at once.
“Ada,”
Silence pauses.
Both breaths sounded.
Then Danang terbahak, “Udah wedded. I even have a child.” Get that man.
It sizzles, “No funny!”
And that phone line disconnected after saying each other “Good night. Miss you ...”
Honestly, his heart and mind were not yet calm. About the package someone sent this morning.
Could it be Mas Danang? Ah, a small possibility isn't it. Why play the secrets of all the inner.
He sent a message to Budi.
Kirei: Mas, what time is tomorrow to the target spot.
Kirei: I'm coming.
Message sent.
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