Love of the Journalist
25. I Got it
...25. I Got it's...
Kirei
Morning has greeted. The dawn Azan reverberated into his sense of hearing.
He tried to open his eyes. Although heavy. But soon his eyes turned in disbelief. Many times he rubbed it. To convince his eyesight. But what he saw was not wrong.
The girl gulped her saliva roughly.
Their sleeping positions face each other. Even just a little distance. Limiting roll? I don't know where the limb is.
He tried to move slowly. Try not to cause excessive movement. The goal is just one quick step away from the man in front of him.
But unfortunately, that hope is far from reach and reality.
“Where to?” muttered the man with his eyes still closed.
He flinched.
Still glued in nanap.
“Ma-mau subuhan ..” kilahnya with the right reason and stuttered.
But the next second, a smooth snoring came back audible. Apparently just delirious he thought.
After cleansing himself, he prayed, and he woke the man up.
“Mas, wake ...” He slightly bent his body, patting Danang on the shoulder.
“Mas ...”
Danang muttered indistinctly with eyes still closed, “What time?” that phrase caught in his ear.
“Jam five.”
“I helped mom into the kitchen yaa ..” He said as he passed even though he did not get a response.
In the kitchen, Bi Darmi and Jum are busy making breakfast.
“Lho ... Ma'am Rei, are you awake?” greet Bi Darmi when he saw her standing not far from him.
“Ya, Bi ..”
“You make breakfast what, Bi?” the tananya with eyes moving following the movement of Bi Darmi's hands that are sauteing spices and including chicken.
“Ayam lodho's. Mas Danang's Favorite.”
Then he turned to Jum who was sorting the sprouts (short toge), separating the skin with sifted using bamboo look.
“Jum want to make what?” tanyanya.
“These touts add, Ma'am. Want to be made my favorite rawon of the same Father Mother,” sahut Jum.
He knows the family's favorite food. All this time he just helped mom in the kitchen without wanting to explore the recipe of the goods times, or at least know how to cook it.
Mother always nagging if she is too far to sabotage the kitchen, she said “Kalo cook should focus .. not while nyambi ..” When he fries tempe until charred because his hands are busy replying to chat.
Or when he smoothes the pot. I am so excited about reading her favorite novel. He was told to warm the rib soup. Luckily, the mother who had just arrived from the store caught him.
His job in the kitchen is just to help peel and cut seasonings or vegetables, clean the kitchen loosely used. Or just washing dishes. That it’s.
He scratched his nape.
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Danang
It felt like he had only been sleeping for a few hours but had to wake up when the girl he slept with woke him up last night.
A smile rose on his lips.
Last night in the early hours of the morning, after watching the Champions League he rushed into the room.
Looking at Kirei who was lying on his side towards him. Tumbens. Usually he would turn his back.
So it's a rare opportunity for him. Looking at the girl for a long time. Again a smile appeared on his lips. I don't feel bored looking at him.
“Finally ... I found you (finally ... I found you),” he said softly maybe even only he could hear it.
His hands stretched out to reveal the mane that covered his forehead. The sneaking motion of the girl's mouth instantly puffed her hand to touch her more. Not time.
He deliberately threw the bolster to the floor to feel closer to his little girl.
He smiled happily this morning. Even without morning kiss, because it feels more arousing passion of his life.
Like a dream.
Whistling it towards the kitchen. His wife was busy helping my mother. Sometimes there was laughter among them.
“Mas want coffee what tea?” ask Kirei. The girl smiled and greeted him.
“And when morning like to coffee, Rei.” Mama chimed in with a hand gesture of brewing honey tea for papa.
“Black coffee 2 spoon. Gulanya 1 spoon only,” mama continued.
Kirei blushed, not knowing what she liked, what she did not like, habits and a list of her husband.
Kirei stuffed a cup of black coffee on him, “Makasih,” he said.
Then the girl went to the room.
Papa and Aksa have joined the dining table.
“Which wife, Nang?” ask papa.
“Against shirt, Pa.”
“Jam 8,” says Aksa who is chewing chocolate jam toast.
Before long, Kirei joined them. Many of my mom's tips were delivered in between their breakfast. After breakfast, Kirei and Aksa leave for the airport.
The plane arrived at Ahmad Yani airport at 10:15 WIB. The sound of his cell phone ringing roared as they were waiting for luggage.
“I received the phone first,” he said to the girl who was replied by a nod.
The man's face turned flat. Tense and serious.
“I went straight to the office,”.
“There is work.” Putting her phone back in her pants pocket.
“Kalo so I take a taxi, Mas ..”
“I'll take you first.”
“Sa!” shouts, “you take a taxi ya! I have a job with Dadak. Urgent!” Stringency.
“OK, no papa, Mas. I made an appointment with the office driver.”
They split up at the passenger exit. He and Kirei got into the car Rendra was driving.
The twenty minute journey quickly passed. Whether because Rendra was driving at full speed or indeed he still wanted to be with the man? Kirei seemed to shake his head.
**
Kirei
Clean the apartment that was left for two days. It seems to drain his energy. Moreover, the apartment he lives in is now wider than his old residence. He also separated the dirty clothes in a basket of clothes. I plan to wash it tomorrow.
Then save the gift of the mother. There are spices so rawon, chicken lodho, opor, pecel, he stored in frezeer. I don't know when he'll execute it all.
While lapis legit surabaya, prol tape the same honey mongso he stored in the lower refrigerator.
Until the afternoon Danang did not give any news. The girl turned on her laptop while listening to music from the app. There were a lot of emails that went into his email. One of them is from the International Center for Journalists (ICFJ) which receives its scholarship applications. Precisely about four months ago he submitted scholarship applications to various Journalism Fellowships (JF).
There is an ICFJ in Cambodia. Asia Journalism Fellowship (AJF) Tamasek Foundation and National University of Singapore in Singapore and the latest New York Times scholarship program in New York.
Long awaits news. A month, two months, even up to three months .. eventually he gave up and stopped hoping. It might also be forgotten.
But when he stopped wishing, a miracle came.
And it turns out that from the three submissions the ICFJ in Cambodia received it.
Surprised.
His smile immediately expanded perfectly.
“Yes! I got it ... I got it!” pekiknya happy and proud to envelop him.
The details of the terms and departure are clearly stated. Dated April 29-May 3 it means 5 days he will take journalism training in Pnohm Penh, Cambodia.
All requirements and invitations to attend training he printed. Hopefully starting tomorrow can already install incomplete conditions. Tell that man.
The night is rising. Eight o'clock Danang hasn't returned to the apartment. No news at all.
Is he worried about her now?
Several times he wiped his phone screen. I hope someone sends him news. But it is precisely the message from Aldi and Budi that comes in.
Notifying that tomorrow morning there is a press conference in Polda related to the murder of mutilation that they have been covering.
DEG
What is this case that makes Danang mas not home yet?
He tries to get rid of the anxious thoughts and feelings that surround him.
Time is getting night. He who deliberately waited for the arrival of the man finally fell asleep on the sofa in front of the television.
The man arrived at the apartment when it changed days precisely at 1 am.
Sounded ‘bip’ when Danang pressed the door passcode. Pushing the door then his forehead shriveled faintly upon seeing his wife asleep on the sofa. His tired body instantly yawned, replaced with an upward lip arch. When he found out that the girl was waiting for him.
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