Love of the Journalist
14. Two Days Only
...14. Just Two Days...
Danang
One week after the vacancy of the Dirreskrimsus Polda office, on this day Danang Barata Jaya was appointed as Director of Special Criminal Investigation replacing Kombes Pol Sigit Prabowo who died.
At first he was suspicious because of his sudden appointment and some negative news about him.
"Direskrimsus since Mr. Sigit and you who hold a lot of progress and change. Many cases resolved. Timur Bandung 1 has also agreed and sent a telegram yesterday." Said the Police Chief in Mapolda two days ago as he was called to face.
Housed in the hall of Ksatya Mapolda Central Java sertijab (submit of office) is led directly by the Police Chief, and attended by Wakapolda, the main officials of the polda, and, the Pamen (Intermediate Personnel) and Pama (First Personnel), as well as ASN in the Jateng police environment were implemented.
Simultaneously it was also the inauguration of Wadir Reskrimsus held by AKBP Banuaji who previously served as the Wassidik Headquarters.
He officially owns Kombes Pol Danang Barata Jaya.
“Sayang Ndan, the Director's Mother is empty,” Banuaji chirped as they were eating lunch in the hall after the inauguration was over.
Mr. Kapolda has left since then because there was a sudden call of the Police Chief who was on a working visit in Jogjakarta.
He smiled a little, “There was a Banuaji mother who represented,” her joke. Banuaji for him friends, friends, colleagues even like brothers.
“Ikhtiar, Ndan. To be more vibrant!” Reply the 45-year-old man sneered.
Know the relaxed atmosphere, for them there is no boundary between subordinates and superiors. He shook his head slowly then clucked, “Or Mr. Banu who wants to double nyari, let's increase his life spirit!” His ejek does not want to lose.
“Wire, Ndan! Can close the hole!” Sahut Banuaji chuckled.
***
Kirei
He ran in the corridor of terminal three Soekarno-Hatta airport to catch the plane that was about to take off. Several times the calls in his name resonated to meet his auditory senses. The speed of the move determined his fate in a moment. Several times he almost fell, hit him no matter. Even his heart was forced to pump quickly. Just this time he took part in a race to fight for one seat. Oh my god.
When he managed to enter the door of the plane that was almost closed, he could breathe a sigh of relief. Ultimately....
“Seat how much, Ma'am?” Ask the flight attendant who greeted her at the door.
“30A ...." He gasped for breath as he walked after the flight attendant who was guiding him.
“Please ...” The flight attendant pointed at the seat as per the ticket.
“Thank you,” responded by commenting on forced smiles out of respect for others. Though his chest up and down is trying to neutralize a fast-pumped heart rate. Extraordinary fatigue he thought, exceeding the marathon race during SD that he had participated in.
He kept the backpack in the cabin, then he buried himself in the chair. Take off the sling bag put it on the lap. After the sound of 'click' the seat belt is locked securely.
He sighed. Laying your back on the backrest. The sweat soaked almost his entire body, clearly running from getting off the taxi at the departure gate to getting on the plane. Sports are energy-intensive, right?
His breath is still hunting.
Suddenly he patted his own forehead, sitting up straight. “Stupid!” muttered. The bottle of mineral water and the tissue he bought at the mini market was left in the taxi.
He threw his back behind him. Resignedly. Waiting for the snack time ration is still a long time he thought.
The plane has been heading towards the runway. Flight attendants demonstrate safety demonstration to passengers.
“Dear passengers, we beg your attention for a moment! As per civil aviation safety regulations we must show and demonstrate to you how to use seat belts, oxygen masks ...”
While the girl whose hair is ponytail with a red hat in the same heart as the shirt she wears, prefers to close her eyes. Although his ears could still hear clearly the sound of cabin crew.
His breathing began to return to normal, but now he felt his throat was so dry.
The sound of cabin crew still continues to echo....
“Your life jacket is under the seat and is only worn at the time of emergency landing in the fairies. We beg you not to take home.”
“You drink?” The voice of a man with a heavy and masculine voice clearly sitting beside him offered him a drink.
Instantly his eyes opened, right in front of him was a bottle of mineral water that the person was still holding. Then he looked to the side. The throat that was dry grew increasingly dry and barren, because he obviously had difficulty swallowing his saliva.
“Drink, surely you are thirsty,” bargain the man slightly reviewed a smile on him.
Inevitably he received the bottle of mineral water and said, “Thank you,” with an awkward smile.
“Thank you for your attention and enjoy this flight.” The last cabin crew he heard before the plane actually took off.
***
Danang
He was shocked when he heard the voice of a girl who felt familiar in his ears.
Stare at him for a while, then go back down and play his phone. Though the phone in airplane mode like this obviously can only display offline.
The girl was breathing heavily, seemed to run away proved he was the last passenger who entered the plane.
His sweat must have washed his body. But instead he was surprised, the smell of vanilla that penetrated his nose.
He thinned his lips while offering a bottle of mineral water and he did not expect to receive it.
The conversation just started to flow. He represented TVS invited to commemorate National Press Day as well as the birthday of the Indonesian Journalists Association in Jakarta.
“Two days only, Sir.” Kirei replied when he asked how long he had stayed in Jakarta yesterday.
“Father himself again duty here?” Kirei asked without taking his eyes forward.
The girl seemed to nod, “Congratulations, Sir! By the way ... has served as Director in a special criminal reserve,” said Kirei turned a split second to him then his gaze forward again. Surely the news of his inauguration immediately became news in the media.
He laughs discordantly, “Makasih.”
“No eating, Sir?” The girl chirped with a smile on her lips.
“You want?” The reply was full of enthusiasm.
“Yaa, if invited to come, sir. What else is this thanksgiving meal, who refuses!”
It chuckles, “Bisaan, you!”
The chat seemed alive as long as the plane to Semarang was in the air. Although a few times the silence stretched, but the girl was able to carry the atmosphere.
It didn't feel like an hour and five minutes passed. The plane landed at Ahmad Yani airport.
“Rei, stay with me,” he said as they walked out to the exit door.
“No need, Sir. I'll just take a taxi" the girl refused.
“Udah, come!” He pulled the girl's arm to follow her.
Kirei was obviously surprised at his treatment, but instead he put on a smile without realizing it.
“We are unidirectional, ‘kan his apartment. Than waste of time and money.” He said for the right reasons and the girl could not give up any more.
“Mas!” Shouted a man while waving his hand as he and the girl appeared at the arrival door.
He invited Kirei to approach the man who called him.
“Udah long wait?” Ask Aksa.
“Not really, uh who is it?” Aksa pointed at the girl with the tail of her eyes.
“Know, Rei. This is Aksa," he pointed it at Aksa.
They shake hands, “Kirei."
“Aksa."
They got into the car cabin.
“Payah Nih Mr. Director. Have a driver but hire another driver who is high paid,” always Aksa while looking to the side where he sits.
He screeched, “So not sincere?!” Stewing.
“Ikhlas, Mas. But don't forget the down payment for this? (face money for this)." Aksa smiled obliquely. Clearly there is a hidden purpose behind his sister's words.
“Basic!” The thrill of sniffling and cynical even if it's just a joke.
***
Kirei
The car stopped in front of the lobby of his apartment.
“Once again thanks, Pa.” He said while closing the back door.
“Oya, here's an invitation for you.” The man standing leaning against the car door drew a light blue invitation to her.
He seemed hesitant to accept, but the man said, “My friend's baby shower. May I ask you to accompany me later?” Danang Pinta.
Then he accepted the invitation, “I worked on it, Sir.” Followed by a thin smile on his lips.
“Thanks,” reply the boy. Danang was back in the car, and passed until the car disappeared from his sight.
Walk towards the unit on the 12th floor. Time has shown at six in the afternoon. With the rest of his energy he approached the reception desk.
He took the keys to the apartment he had tucked there. While thanking Mr. Wira as one of the security employees in his apartment.
His feet continued to step out of the lobby, but he had not been able to press the elevator button, Pak Wira ran after him.
“Mbak, Rei!” call Mr. Wira.
He looked back, “Ya, Sir?” Legally.
“Sorry, forgetfulness. There is a deposit for Ms. Rei," said Mr. Wira who hung a brown envelope on her.
At first glance his forehead shriveled, “Please, yes, sir.” He received the envelope.
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