Love of the Journalist
27. Porridge Again Porridge Again
...27. Porridge Again Porridge Again...
Danang
Luckily he still kept the number. So that makes it easier to find out the whereabouts of his wife.
Today he was really busy. After all the evidence is clear and leads to one person. They need to coordinate quickly. Gathering all the investigators. Report the results to the boss.
The press conference that was supposed to start at 9am had to be postponed because the Police suddenly had a meeting that could not be represented.
And press conference was forced to end at 13:30 WIB because so many questions asked journalists. If the time is not limited, it may be even more chaotic.
Worry enveloped him, thinking of the girl who had not had time to eat breakfast this morning. And now lunch must be too late.
In the afternoon he called Budi. The cameraman told me that he was meeting.
“But it seems he is sick again. Face pale. I asked permission. But he does not want ...” said Budi on the phone.
I'd love to go to his office to pick him up now. And force him home. But the continuation of the newly revealed case is unlikely to leave him alone. After all, the girl would be angry if until she was seen in her office what else claimed to be her husband.
Budi: Kirei passed out, Bro. It's been handled by the clinic's doctor. Aldi was just sent home.
His body froze to read Budi's message. He could no longer concentrate. His mind was already languishing worrying about his condition. Unfortunately, his body is still stuck in a meeting with all the Directors in Mapolda's office.
After the meeting was over at exactly 8 p.m. He drove his car at full speed. No matter what people will swear by it because it hits another vehicle lane. The only goal is to quickly get to the apartment.
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Kirei
His eyes slowly opened as a hand touched his forehead.
“You sick?” Say Danang to him.
He smiled a little in response.
It was clear that the man was now in front of him. Worryingly. “You eat first ...” he said as he got up from sitting. But quickly his hand held him.
“I don't pa-pa... maybe aja soy sauce,” please.
“But you have to eat. Your face is pale. Must have been late for lunch, right? Tonight is not yet!” Terka Danang's. And the guess is right.
Even though the man's guess is right. It can't be straightforward.
The man just passed by. Out room.
Follow the meeting in the afternoon until late at night. Although his stomach hurt he tried to hold it.
Meeting this afternoon did determine the sustainability of the news program, especially ‘Telusur Event’. Some TVS leaders continue to support the program. But others want a temporary cessation (temporary termination).
The world of journalists protected by laws on press freedom seems to be lip service only. It can still be controlled by those who are more powerful.
Let alone the TVS class. Just a few national TV shows have experienced something like that. Under the pretext of maintaining political stability.
Many times he held his stomach. Trying to suppress the pain and wrapped around the whack.
But the strength of his body was not as strong as his spirit. He fell when the meeting ended.
He was rushed to a health clinic on the ground floor of his office. According to the doctor watch he was exposed to symptoms of inflammation of the stomach.
The cause of wrong eating patterns. Often late to eat. Excessive workload due to stress.
The doctor also gave him pain medication and nausea.
Forced to return home to Aldi. Even though he tried to refuse. But Aldi is increasingly forcing and threatening him.
“You don't want me to drop off. Better not go home. Sleep in the clinic until tomorrow!” ketus Aldi with an annoying attitude as usual.
“This part is up for the night. You are sick again!”
Resignedly. Last unspoken word. Only the body gesture signaled that he agreed to it forcefully. Hoping to arrive at Danang's apartment hasn't come home yet.
And his hope was granted. The apartment is dark. The sign of the man has not yet come. Insist Aldi deliver it to the unit. Feeling responsible as his boss.
But he also insisted he refused. Enough to the lobby. He promised that if it had arrived his unit would notify his superiors.
Lucky Aldi understood.
His stomach really could not be compromised anymore. He crouched his body while holding his stomach.
Danang went back into his room. Carry a bowl of porridge that still emits thin smoke and a glass of water. Keep it on the nightstand.
“I order porridge, so it's a bit long” bright Danang.
“Must eat!” a statement that seems absolute must be implemented.
He tried to get up to sit down. But quickly the man helped her. Pile up the pillow and help it lean backwards.
“Gini, convenient?” ask the man.
He just nodded.
“Mana, Mas ...” his hand outstretched asking for a bowl on the nightstand, “let me eat myself.”
But he remembered the doctor's message earlier that there are anti-nausea drugs that must be taken before eating.
I don't want him to have no other way to give up again. Maybe Danang should know what he thinks.
“Mas,“ he bit his lip, "can you please get me my backpack?” door hesitated.
Danang pulled out his backpack which he kept near the wardrobe.
He reached for a white plastic package. His movements did not escape the gaze of the man's eyes without a blink.
“Why aren't you honest?” his heavy and masculine voice sounded a disappointed tone.
“We're friends, right?!” danang said with great emphasis.
“You don't want to consider me your husband. At least we've made a deal to make friends ... right?”
“Did you forget that?” the man's toilet was full of interrogating tones. He seems to be a suspect now.
Momentary pause.
He squeezed the medicine plastic bag tightly. So as to make a sound.
“Dear your body as you also love your profession!”
Telak.
He bowed. Eyes glazed.
I don't know why he feels guilty.
Feeling intimidated.
Feel cornered.
Feeling ... crybaby.
“Sorry ...” Her great-grandchild. His eyes could not hold anymore.
The man is getting more worried. Feeling angry and useless.
“You are my responsibility now ... KIREI FITRIYA TSABITA Said Danang slowly but full of firmness.
“What happened to you all I should know. What do you think I am? I don't care.”
His shoulders are up and down. Muffled the sobs that were as strong as he could endure.
Can't bear to see his wife crying, Danang grabbed her. Bring it into his arms. Gently rub his back.
No one's talking. They dissolve in the atmosphere. Or dissolve in comfort? I don't know....
Until it was felt sobs began to subside, the man said, “drink the drug first, just ate.” The thrust while breaking down the embrace.
He's still down.
Danang grabbed her chin, “Hei ..” Staring full of his pale face and.
Then it grabbed the plastic package and took out two blue-colored medicine bags. A quick read of the rules of use. Take out one tablet and stick it to him.
The girl took the medicine and took it. Sipping water afterwards. And put the glass back on the man.
“Still,” he said softly.
“Good ... now eat”
“The pulp is cold. Because of being left crying,” still had time the man joked.
“I can eat by myself.”
“No rejection. If you are healthy, just eat yourself.”
He finally had to comply.
In the morning, he felt better. It's okay if he goes back to work. Even though you don't have to go to the office.
A stack of reporting reports should be completed immediately.
Turn on the laptop on the folding table while sitting cross-legged on the mattress. Just now the laptop screen was on the sound of knocking on the door was heard.
Danang's head poked out from behind it.
For a second, their eyes collided.
He published a thin smile.
“You work?” ask Danang while approaching and sit on the edge of the bed. Percis was like he did last night.
“There is a deadline report,”. His hand moved rolling his index finger on the touchpad.
“What doctor's word?”
He looked up. Then, look back at the laptop screen.
“I'm good, Mas .. no worries." Sergeants. Although he was given permission to rest. But he was confused if he did not act.
“Ngeyel!” danang tidas firmly.
The man took his laptop. Then click ‘shutdown’.
He breathed slowly. Back to the head of the bed.
“My report a lot ...”
“What else about the mutilation .. has not been made a report.” He said like a mutter.
“What kind of report?”
Look at the man to her.
Suddenly he felt groggy being stared at like that.
“Emang, Mas Danang can make me report?” his lips mocked for the sake of diverting the atmosphere.
Although he knew, the man sitting nearby was an important source in his report.
“From on later—“
“I made a report. But promise you'll have a break!” danang Salak. “Source report is the same as me, right!” continued.
He nodded slowly. How could Danang read his mind?
Feeling bored, he asked to move to the front room of the television. The room that is said not to be spacious is also not too narrow.
It only contains a long L-shaped sofa. The dining table is four people. Mini bar joining the kitchen minimalist.
He turned on the television.
“Mas Danang does not work?” he asked when he saw the man leaving the room still dressed at home to the mini bar. The clock showed 8 in the morning.
“I'm permission today.”
“I've healed ... really.”
Danang poured the porridge into a bowl. The food he ordered through the app came 5 minutes ago. Then toss a bowl of porridge on it.
“Port again?” He thins his lips. Honestly, he doesn't like porridge. Want to stir not stir, he does not belong to the team.
“Mas Danang eat what?” his head looked at the glass Danang held.
“Beans pulp ijo ...” sahut the man.
“This breakfast theme is porridge?” said it.
But if you can choose, he prefers green bean porridge. What's more plus black sticky rice and fresh bread pieces. He bit his lower lip imagining how delicious it was.
“By tukeran gak?”
They talk about anything. Accompanied by a cake given by my mother.
As the man promised. The report of yesterday's coverage was helped by him.
“Try all source names like Mas Danang. I think all my coverage is smooth jaya ..”
“Eh, forgot ... Jaya is Mas Danang's surname, right?"
“It looks like tomorrow-tomorrow if there is coverage related to Mas Danang. Let everything be clear. Gambang ... there is no reason to investigate, research ...”
“I am also satisfied to ask .. without having to wait for the turn.”
“The press has made a conference. But there are still many puzzles. It will make us kesel.”
He chattered. But none of them responded to the man.
Danang's hand was still busy pressing the keys on the keyboard. Sometimes he replies to incoming messages on his phone.
“Mas Danang heard me say no, anyway?!” his gerrick.
“Hah! What?” the man relaxed. But he who sat next to her grumbled.
“Tuhh ... kaaaannn!”
The man smelled a smile, “Bby .. but the pay is expensive!” then smile on his side.
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