Love of the Journalist
102. Inner Conflict
...102. Inner Conflict...
Kirei
The ice between them is selfishness. In fact, the feelings of both cannot be lied to. Need each other. Miss each other. Want each other.
The back .. yes, the backs that turn to each other are now turning into longing faces.
He opened his eyes when he felt an object wrapped around his waist. It feels heavy indeed. But ....
Unknowingly the corner of her lips lifted upwards when she found that it was her husband's hand.
Both of his hands cupped into pads on his cheeks. He could linger looking at the man. Men who ... are sometimes difficult to guess. Inflamed heart. Eyes and mind are up. And it ends like this sometimes.
He sighed slowly. So does blowing it.
**
Danang
He dropped Kirei right in the lobby. After breakfast together this morning. No one has yet begun to end the inner conflict between them.
Kirei kissed the back of his hand, gave him a smile and then gave a message. “Mas, I have a meeting later this afternoon. Plan outside. Can I pinjem Sae Care?” That means no lunch together.
He nodded. “Call Aja Abed.” While handing over a business card taken from the dashboard drawer.
Abednego
(Manager)
Below is a phone number. Email, social media. And also the full address of Sae Care.
**
Kirei
After receiving the business card. He rushed out of the car. Walking while looking at the business card with the dominance of green and white. Background of Sae Care's main pendopo.
Enter a few numbers on his phone and then make a call. No need to wait long. Abed's voice immediately sounded.
After making the transaction. He kept the phone in his bag. Waiting in front of the elevator door that is still moving upwards.
This morning the ice was still felt. They are both more silent. Like ice, which is able to cool the surrounding. So, breakfast also feels bland.
Also along the journey. Danang is indifferent. Not as usual. Why anyway? The grunt in the heart.
He was trying to self talk. What makes the atmosphere like this? Bizarrely. Chilly. Tensional. Clunky. And feels different. It was obvious that he felt the difference.
Ting.
Elevator door opens. He joined other officers.
“Eh, you are indent not housing in Garuda land?” Ask the female employee who seems like the financial part.
“Jilah ... Who wouldn't want to?! Where else is promo. Nice place. Bener-ener super complete and luxurious real estate.” Reply to the other female officer with a happy face. Looks like the employees from the finance division are too.
“Wow! Your neighborhood will be the bourgeois donk. Garuda land is indeed real estate for the upper middle class.”
“That's exactly what is sought. In one sphere all things are. We don't have to go far to school. Shopping. Even personal needs are all facilitated.”
Ting.
He quickly came out of the iron box after the destination floor arrived. Wearing his body on the chair was a little lethargic. Uninspired.
But it has to be professional, right?
He must be able to play the role of his emotional intelligence. Especially as a coordinator. Because he has a strong influence on his members, his environment and even his superiors. If he was in this condition, wouldn't it harm many parties?
Huh!
He closed his eyes. Breathe through the nose slowly. Then breathe it out through the mouth. Do it for 5 minutes.
According to an article from the University of Colorado Boulder he once read, this technique draws a lot of oxygen to the lungs, thus helping deliver a lot of oxygen to the heart. The brain and heart become healthy. Blood pressure drops, cognitive and physical performance increases.
The done!
He smiles.
“TVS News!!” Oka took the lead standing up.
All the participants of the meeting stood in front of their seats. Puffing arm and compact answer,
“Always there! (Always there)”
“Straight! (live)”
“Bold! (Bare)”
“Relentless! (Untired)”
“Beyond!! (Excellent)”
Pendopo Sae Care echoed with yel-yel children news division. End with a low clap.
The presence of more than half of the news division journalist staff can come. The rest are on the field. Obstruction due to illness and other permits.
Mr. Grace opened the meeting that afternoon after the lunch together. The meeting lasted less than 2 hours. Closed with entertainment from news children who are willing to donate songs.
“You together, Rei?” Mr. Grace offered him to go home together.
He commented a smile, “Thank you, Sir. Soon to be picked up.” Reasonably.
“The place ...” Mr. Grace brandishing 1 thumbs up, “recommended!” 2 Thumbs, while painting a smile expands perfectly.
“Rei, first yes.” Oka patted her shoulder. Followed by Anisa, “gue also first. Nebeng Oka.”
“Be careful ... thanks.” The reply.
He and Budi tos ria, “Mantap, Rei. Tomorrow I bring my family here.”
“That's so, so often, Mas.” Smirks.
“Bisaan. So the marketing team is also.” Budi chuckles.
He also chuckled, “100 percent profit entered my account, because.”
“Hahaha ..” Laughing loudly. As he passed leaving her.
Likewise with other news partners. One by one, Sae Care left him farewell.
He looked at them with a smile and satisfaction. Meeting went well. They are also satisfied with the place and menu provided.
He turned back to the pendopo, tidying up the files and everything else. Then put it in his bag.
“Mas Abed, I was in prayer?” He said he saw the manager helping to clean up the equipment on stage. He put a sling bag on his shoulder.
“Abed aja, Mbak.”
“Musola in the back, near gazebo number 4.” Sahut Abed's.
“OK. Thanks,” replied while walking, he sent a message to Danang.
Kirei: Mas, I'm waiting at Sae Care. Pick ya up.
He didn't think to ask for a pick-up. When he came to Oka. His home would be like that at first. But, suddenly the urge strengthened. Yeah, he should talk. With that guy. After self talk, maybe? That is, self talk plays an important role. It can reduce stress and help make peace with situations out of control.
The journey to Sae Care takes about 1 hour. After the prayer he chose a closed gazebo. There was a long sofa there, so he could straighten his back for a moment. He yawned several times, his body alarms saying he needed to rest for a while. The cool air and the cold air made him fall asleep quickly.
**
Danang
After handing over Abed's business card. He contacted the manager.
“Bed, today there is a reservation?” Ask over the phone.
“Numbers, Boss.”
“Kalo no you reject.”
“Siang later, my wife and her co-workers would like to meet there. Please prepare everything. Let no one forget. Provide best service.”
“Ready, Boss.”
He drove his car away from TVS.
Abednego.
The corner of his lips went up. Abed is reliable. Former inmate from Halmahera who was entangled in the case of a manhunt. For a bite of rice. Abed migrated from Halmahera to Semarang due to a dark event. Do you remember the violence against a political-religious background? Abed was one of his victims. At that time Abed was still in the 1st grade of Junior High School. The bloodiest conflict that did not escape the historical record.
Thousands of lives were lost, thousands of lives were injured and hundreds of thousands of Moluccans were displaced by the sectarian conflict centered in Ambon and spilling over into much of Maluku.
Abed was evacuated to Yogyakarta by UNICEF at the time, along with other innocent children.
Temporary ...
Suddenly his eyes warmed up. Remembering Abed's story is really sad. He saw evil many times. But this, this crime of humanity.
With his own eyes Abed saw both his parents and his brothers killed in a cruel manner. It took a long time to heal the severe trauma that Abed suffered.
Until Abed can go to Semarang because he became a bus tray road bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus operator Semarang-Yogya. Abed's life was very hard. Anything is lived for a mouthful of rice. And he received a reward big enough to injure an official.
But Abed's fate must end in prison. As a result of his actions. He found Abed while he was a police prisoner. Child discipline. Submissive. And hard worker. He also guaranteed Abed's freedom.
After Abed's release from prison, he employed him in Arba techno for nearly 2 years.
Abed hobby cooking. His hands are skillful and deft using kitchen utensils. The man had also attended various cooking courses while working at Arba techno.
And now he entrusts Sae Care to Abednego. He was sure Abed was the right person there.
Ting.
Abed: Boss, the TVS staff meeting has just started. As ordered. Best service.
He carved a smile.
Today is full, he's in the office. The meeting discussed case by case. Coordination with relevant parties. Everything went well. The meeting ended when it was late afternoon.
Ting.
My wife: Mas, I'm waiting at Sae Care. Pick ya up.
He widened his eyes. Make sure the short message is not misdelivered or not written incorrectly.
The trip to Sae Care was so long. Many streets. Accompanied by after hours of work employees. It all spilled on the road. Just one of their goals. That's home.
He parked the car just as the street lights started.
“Gazebo 4, Boss.” Abed said from behind the bar, as he passed the pendopo.
He just thumbs up.
His feet keep moving. Open the glass door slowly when it gets there.
Kirei slept curled up on the sofa. Maybe because of the cold. He took off his jacket and slipped it into his wife's body.
There's no movement.
He sat on the other sofa. Observing Kirei. It doesn't seem fair that he treated Kirei like he did last night. Guilt is trapping him.
Kirei moved slowly. Keep your eyes open and try to sit down.
“Lho, Has it been there? How can you not wake me up?” Kirei covered his mouth that was evaporating.
“Still sleepy?”
Kirei shakes. “Udah.” Then rise, “yuk!”
He clucked, “New to. I'm laper.”
Kirei sat back down, “Yes I've eaten. But I don't eat. Still full,”
He called, “Bed, transfer to back.” Declared.
Not long after the waiter came to bring the order.
He enjoyed eating this time. Because lunch was over. And it could be that mood swings are the reason behind it.
“Mas Danang, really laper?” Kirei plucks fried shrimp flour.
“Hemm ...” His mouth while chewing his food.
“So lunch not eat?” Kirei stabbed the morning fritatta piece with a fork and then stuffed it into his mouth.
“Hemm ...”
Kirei reinserted the fritatta piece. Without realizing it if he has spent 1 serving.
He sneered, “She's still full?”
His wife's face immediately red.
They sat down side by side. The table has been clean only left behind glasses containing guraka water, coffee barata and bottles of mineral water.
**
Kirei
“Udah get his mood?” He murmured while staring at the glass of water that he held with both hands. There is still warmth from there.
Danang looked at him, then cleared his throat. I don't know what that means?
“Rei, want a story. But dreadin. Don't cut. Don't be dicuekin.”
Danang sipped his coffee.
“Salah, Rei where?”
“What about meeting Mas Aldi?”
“Or about another?”
“Atau ...”
“Or what?” Danang.
He shook weakly.
“Take note?!”
“People don't know what the mistake is. But suddenly dicuekin it!” Her salad.
“Who is not sprained!” He grumbled to let out his heart.
“OK, Rei meets Mas Aldi. But not intentionally. Really. Just a chat before he leaves for Amrik,”
“We just made small talk (we just plain chat).”
“And that time, Rei would like to tell Mas Danang, but ...” It bites its lower lip, “lu .. pa. Sorry ...” Sluggishly.
Danang grunting. Then clucked.
He put a glass filled with water that only a quarter left.
The man touched his forehead. He complained.
“I sent a photo of you with Aldi again sitting together. Laughs. Who is not angry? And you just confirmed last night .. is too late.”
He's aghast, “Hah!”
“Photo?”
“Who sent?” He looked at Danang.
“That must be the one who saw you two.” Danang.
He thinned his lips, “I see ... Pradipta, right?” Guess it. Pradipta appeared after Aldi told him. They passed by without saying a word. Who else tried? Suddenly his mood was freefalling.
Danang handed her cell phone. “Let you can draw your own conclusions.” Her speech.
He was so excited to receive the phone. Unlock the safety. Jump glide on the message application with the logo of the text bubble and the phone is green and white.
He frowned, “Mas Danang immediately believed? Without confirmation from me? Directly accuse me?” The attack when he saw his picture was sitting with Aldi in the coffee shop. Pas laugh anyway.
The man touched his forehead again, he went back to complaining. “I'm waiting for my wife who told me. But it turns out her work defeated her husband. And it seems I'm forgotten.”
“Ma .. af.” Her great-grandchild.
Danang sighed. Then embrace tightly to his shoulders. Kissing the top of his head.
“Last-lately ... There is someone who accidentally sent a package to the office,”
Danang loosened his embrace. Eyebrows wrinkling.
“No name and looks like ...”
“I'm forgotten again!” Danang grunted in annoyance.
“It's as important as this and emergency, you're new to the story now!?” Tandas Danang overflowing. Then parse the embrace.
The man grabbed the phone still in his grasp, then stood up and called someone.
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Little story.
The story of Ambon is based on a true story. Schoolmates transfer from Ambon and Halmahera. They had to evacuate to Java Island to continue their education and life that had been shaken by the historic event. A few years after the incident, they returned to their hometown. Live life in peace and quiet. I hope this dark event will not happen again. In any corner of Indonesia. Peace Indonesia 🥰
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