Love of the Journalist
101. Teki Puzzle
...101. Teki...
Nous
He is cleaning the equipment that will be carried. ENG cameras, microphones and certainly carrying the latest DJI Phantom drone.
He doesn't want to be helped anymore. Such strict guarding in the area of the reclamation project requires that he must be clever to play sneaky. Although he has received permission from TVS and the local government.
In fact, the developer still prohibits him from entering the project area.
That way, he has to turn his brain. Although the consequences .. yes, the drone was caught wet and could be immediately seized. Or immediately detonated instantly, when they found out that the flying CCTV was airborne on their territory.
Bismillah.
He prayed a prayer. Hope this time it will pay off. This is the third time he has been there.
**
Kirei
He grabbed his backpack. Today he will go to the field to help cover investigative reportage of one of the news programs under his responsibility.
The incoming report said that their team was blocked. Be difficult. Even got expelled. They brought a letter for the cover.
It seems like there is something covered by this developer. Or something is wrong with the GL (Garuda Land) project?
The project to reclaim the 36.60-kilometer coastline, with an area of 232 hectares, seems like a lot is hidden. 80 Percent of them are privately owned. While the government only handles 20 percent.
Huft.
He sighed.
Mas Budi had been waiting for him in the lobby along with Oka.
“Sorri .. late little,” he said as he sauntered past them. Get in the office car with the TVS symbol. It's parked in front of the lobby.
“Eh .. wait ... wait!” Budi Seru. “We don't bring the office car.” Its effects.
“Lho, why, Mas?” He was amazed, already sitting sweetly on the second bench.
“Agree.” Oka. Stand beside Budi.
“Pake my car aja,” Budi ambush, “more freely.”
He got back out of the car cabin. Budi and Oka followed to Budi's car which was parked a little far away.
“So tight is it?” Ask when the car carrying them is driving towards the target.
“Bangettt ...” Oka.
“Too tight to the point that all journalists are barred from entering. Not welcome to the guard.” Tukas Budi's. While Oka mangosteen.
He reached into the cell phone in his backpack which he kept next to him.
Kirei: Mas, I'm covering in the field. Mas Budi and Oka.
Arrive at the destination of the car deliberately in the parking a bit far away. They even chose areas that people rarely pass through. Maybe only a few who deliberately go there to just fish or look for crabs.
Hot and hot weather. The sweat had soaked all over the body. The condition of the place he stepped on now was only land with sand dunes that had not been leveled. There are also piles of rocks that rise.
He shook his hands in front of his face. His eyes narrowed to dispel the unfriendly sunlight greeting. Although it was only 10 in the morning. It was like 12 noon. Really stinging.
He sat among the stones. While Oka helped Budi install the drone.
He looked up to dispel the glare with his palm. A swarm of birds flew out of nowhere. Then he looked at the scene in front of him. The waves of the sea are so calm. Refracting the sunlight makes it look sparkling.
“Ready,” said Budi while giving a thumbs up.
He stood near Oka.
Start pressing the power button. Budi shifted away from the drone and approached Oka who was watching the movement of the drone from the screen.
The drone slowly flew. Oka keeps pulling the throttle lever. Getting higher. Then turn to the right. Until passing the project area guardrail.
The atmosphere in the quiet. No one looks there. Slowly and surely the drone continues down, recording every angle and movement.
The drone keeps Oka pointed deeper. See the activity there. Several times, Oka maneuvered by pressing the yaw lever and elevator. Record all movement there quickly, and detail. Without exception. By staying alert.
However ....
“Pitch! Pitch!” Seru Budi langur.
“Quick!”
“Back! Back!”
Jemari Oka so agile pressing the levers on the remote control. He could see the speed of the drone so fast. Maneuver back and land to where it was. Although not perfect.
Tensional.
Evidently.
I was with one of the officers inside. They had predicted the drone infiltration.
Rushing they cleared the coverage equipment. Stepping quickly down the path of the right and left is still overgrown with mangrove plants one or two.
But nahas.
Arrive near the parked car. Right front tire kempes. They throw one another a glance.
“Dikerjain.” Budi Dengus.
“Damn it!” Oka ruffled waist. Then kick the flat tire. While he exhaled a rough breath. While adjusting his breath which was still a little hunting due to the rush road.
***
The next day they gathered in the hall. While discussing the program under their respective responsibilities.
“Where?” Ask to throw to the audience. He wants to ask for an opinion. Stucks.
“Cut!” Oka Sahut.
“Go on!” Budi said while taking cold tea in box packaging on the table.
“Wait. It's a matter of coverage that GL project?” hatch Anisa.
He nodded.
Anisa seemed to think, tapping her chin with her fingers. Both legs crossed. And his back is leaning backwards.
“Menur—” Anisa's mouth that just opened, finally clenched back.
Krriiiiiiii ....
The office phone intercom rang.
He grabbed the phone algae.
“Ya,”.
“Mbak Rei, this is Gladis.”
“This is a bouquet of flowers again. Now white rose.”
“Who is the sender?”
“ZONK.”
“Cuma—”
“What, Dis?”
“There is a note ... the writing is ..se la mat.” Gladis spelled out slowly.
“That's it?”
“Iya, Mbak.”
“You didn't ask the courier?”
“Courier words privacy customer. It's directly from her florist store.”
He heard her breath. Then hang up the phone.
“Who?” Ask Anisa.
He shrugged his shoulders weakly.
“We pending first.” Sergey Budi. All in the deadlock.
By dusk, he intended to go home. After finishing watching the filming of several news programs.
Walking through the lobby. Greet security and throw a friendly smile at them.
Arrive at home. Yumah.
“Mbak want to eat what?” haggar Yumah who still follows him. He took off his shoes and put them on the shelf.
“What cook house?” he even asked back.
“Sop fish gurame, pepes tofu ...”
He immediately replied, “That's the end, Yu. I'm gonna take a bath. Pengen. Pegels. If anyone starts or calls say sleep again.” His message. He had to lie. For the sake of releasing the inherent fatigue.
Yumah nodded then turned to the kitchen.
He immediately drowned his body once the water in the bath filled up enough. The combination of warm water and the aroma of chamomile essential oil immediately wafted, penetrating into his sense of smell. So soothing. I forgot to put earphones in my ears. He wanted to forget for a moment the work problem. The terror of flowers and cameras and her head is a little dizzy these days.
The gentle instrumental Cannon in D-Winter Song began to play haggling. He felt more comfort and tranquility. Completely relax. The muscles that had been tense all day even from yesterday again loosened.
Unconsciously so comfortable he fell asleep. I don't know how long it's been.
But it was like a dream in a bin. Dandle. Then broken. But he was lazy to open his eyes. Enjoy the dream and continue to sleep.
When he woke up he was surprised. Repeatedly swearing to death to clarify his vision. He rubbed his face. Get up and lean on the headboard.
Though ... who ... door .. geez .. he shook his head.
**
Danang
Arriving home, Darmo welcomes him. Carry the suitcase in the back trunk.
“Thanks, Ren.” As soon as he opened the car door. Then put your feet into the house.
“Mbak Rei, another bath, sir. Last message do not be disturbed.” Said Yumah who appeared in the middle room telling him. As he sat down to take off his shoes there.
He smiled thinly.
Then go into the main room. But just a few seconds later it came out again.
“Yu,” call him on that housekeeper.
Yumah looked up, reflexively clutching her chest.
“From what time is the shower?”
Yumah frowned, “It looks like around 5 o'clock, Sir.” He nodded while scratching his head.
He immediately rushed back into the room and opened the bathroom door. Sure enough, his guess.
“Actuation,” murmur.
Seeing Kirei fall asleep in the bathup while listening to a song. Not once, but more than that.
He took off the earphones in Kirei's ears. His wife did not respond in the slightest.
He shook his head, “Kayak kebo.” His grunts. But a split second later he chuckled. Rinsing his wife's body and carrying her in a towel. Then put on a kimono towel.
Kirei stayed asleep. He covers. Then leave.
**
Kirei
He came out after wearing casual clothes. Looking for the figure he is looking for. After seeing the hobo bag lying on the sofa, he was sure Mas Danang had come home. And the one who moved him to the bed must have been the man. It's not wrong anymore.
“Mas.” The call didn't find Danang in the middle room.
Then opened the man's office.
“Here apparently,” he said softly. Danang glanced at him at a glance and his eyes focused back on the laptop screen.
He hissed. Dicekin.
“Sorry ...” He hugged the man from behind. Kissing temple Danang. “What time is Danang sampe?” put his chin over the man's shoulder.
Danang smiled.
“Mas ... why the hell?” Sunglasses. He broke his embrace. Stand up straight behind Danang who is sitting in her work chair.
“Judah ... Rei out!” Stringency. While shaking his legs.
“Sini,” call Danang pat her thigh.
It's still standing. Misgive.
“She said kangen?”
Slowly he sat on the lap of the man. She held one hand around Danang's neck.
“Ngerjain what the hell?” He looked at the laptop screen.
“Thesis.”
“Need help, no?” Jemawa. Then chuckle after.
“Have a hard time working on the thesis?”
Danang shook his head. His eyes were still focused on the screen. A few times typing on the keyboard.
He sank for a moment to look at the screen in front of him.
Then she looked at her husband's face. His fingers sorted the firm line of Danang's jaw, from the temple down to the front of the ear down to the chin. Rubbing slowly.
“Yesterday time to send Mas Danang to the airport. Not intentionally, Rei met Mas Aldi.” That means it was 3 days ago.
Danang has not responded.
“Mas Aldi wants to take summer programs in the US, he said.”
It was like the man was not listening to him.
“Terus ...” He wanted to see the man's response. But ... is still the same. Unresponsive.
He sighs. Shoulders sagging. Then he moved from Danang's lap.
“Rei, get out first.” His pamphlets with a heart of contempt. He felt unregarded. Feel unwanted. Feeling like a nobody. His eyes are heating up. The puddle quickly struggled on his eyelids. Slide without permission.
He closed the door of the man's study a little rough. Then drive towards the room. And immersed yourself there.
**
Danang
Huh .. he sighed. An annoyance and selfishness were enveloping him. But actually he didn't. Kirei was his weakest point.
He cupped his face. Rubbing rough.
Then out the room. Sit on the sofa in the middle room. Turn on television. Looking for an interesting. A few times fiddled around, finally finding the right channel. The French open semi-final event that saw The Djoker aka Novak Djokovic play his favorite player against Rafael Nadal. Exciting will. But ... doesn't feel more interesting. Don't know why?
Printkk .. interspersed with the roar of the audience applauded.
Printkk .. extra points for Djoker. The roar re-echoed.
He sighs.
Then got up and walked slowly to open the door of his room. Kirei was sleeping in a dim light.
Slowly he approached. Come break down his body that is actually tired. Not rested at all. Even .... He breathed a heavy breath.
His wife turned her back. He was confused where to start. Forcing his eyes to close. But baby, his eyes are still blighted.
He lies on his side. They turned on each other. Hide away from each other. I don't know when? Both survive.
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