Love of the Journalist
28. Bon Appetite

...28. Bon Appetit's...

“Mbak Rei, there is a package,” call Gladis, office receptionist as she passes the lobby from coverage in the field.

“Thanks, Dis ...,” reply by commenting on the smile of receiving the package.

“Sama-sama, Ma'am. It's delicious ... Maud. Drooling also every lunch can be sent," said Gladis.

Again, he published a smile.

Gladis may have been memorized. These few days he always gets the delivery of lunch box. And this is the seventh package of lunch he received after entering post-sick work.

His lips curled upwards.

Every day Danang sent him lunch. Accompanied by the greeting on the note, “Bon appetit (happy enjoy) ....”

Also with breakfast. Always available at the dinner table. The handmade result of the man. From omelette, fried rice, toast, sandwiches. He said, “I'm used to living in dorms. Any self-destruct. What else is nomadic life during work. Want not want ya should be able to cook.”

Inversely with himself. He also lived independently during college and work. But don't want to be complicated about food. Just buy, practically according to him.

Sometimes he is embarrassed. Actually the wife is himself or Danang? But the man is more suitable. The proof is that he is more deft, skilled and knows the ins and outs of food and cuisine. Oops.

“Widdihh ... secret admirer?” chirps Anisa who passed by him in front of the elevator door as they were both about to go up to the 3rd floor.

Obviously, several times Anisa caught him holding a plastic bag with different restaurant names that are very familiar. Surely guaranteed health and nutrition.

There was also Anisa who received a reception package for her. “From who the hell?” anisa asked curiously when they were already in the elevator.

“Temen.”

“Yaelahh .. if you plan to buy every lunch. Except temen but demen ...,” pout Anisa with a chuckle.

Ting.

Elevator door opens. They walked to the news division.

“Yesterday said Oka, have you ever seen you get off a luxury sedan? Is that the guy?” Anisa.

He flinched.

“If yes no pa-pa times. I'm cool, I'm not jomlo anymore .. but later so not exciting dong! No Tom and Jery ..” Anisa laughed satisfied.

His head just nodded in response. Oka and Anisa are indeed buckets. Unbelievable!

Arriving at the cubicle. He rubbed his body in the chair. Opening the plastic bag. Lunch box this time contains grilled chicken, lalapan sambal soy sauce and vegetable capcay.

He hurriedly sent a message to someone.

Kirei: Thank you .. lunch is here!

Still check gray two. He kept his phone back on the table.

Enjoy a delicious lunch. Although these few days the man was busy to the outside of the area. But never once forgot to send it.

***

Aldi smiled wryly as his parents had already made the decision that their engagement was cancelled. News that seized the public about the predicate ‘killer’ in prospective besan is clearly a very appropriate reason as a major factor.

Not to mention the officials who held a meeting to decide the status of Candra Birawa as one of the shareholders in TVS. Almost all shareholders agreed that Candra was dishonorably fired as Commissioner.

Obviously the name TVS is at stake. So was his career on the verge of determination. Because he still maintains the coverage of the program titled ‘Telusur Event’.

Several times he was called the executive producer-Pak Rahmat. Then yesterday he went to the News Director.

He sighed slowly.

The break-up of the engagement with Kiesya clearly lightened his burden a little. He felt the relationship getting here getting more bland. Keisya is aggressive. Forcers. Poor and lack of respect for others.

I don't know why her love has changed.

No more pounding when you're near him. Everything seems to be related to him is only limited to coercion. Just vaporize!

Friendship and parent business relationships become the background of everything. Their parents' relationship is now strained. The case against the Birawa family.

I don't know if he's happy too?

“Al ...,” call Budi who directly entered his room because the door was open.

“Sit, Bud." Aldi.

Sit in the front seat of his desk. The cameraman was called to discuss his coverage of Candra.

“Where was the fate of yesterday's coverage? Continue or—“ ask Budi.

“Continue!” he said, “statusnya has been fired from the board of commissioners. It has nothing to do with TVS.”

Budi's fingers tapped on the table, “Then will it not affect the reputation of TVS? Your reputation is at stake, too? Surely they will be looking for news.” Budi is sure Candra case will widen everywhere.

“Kalo about private it's business, i.” Aldi. “Episode case of mutilation in search events we pending first. Although the risk rating program we bet. We can't act rashly, Bud.”

“Headline national and local media is running the story of this case. We don't have to follow them. Stay on the balanced track. From the progam ‘TS (Telusur Events)’ temporary cessation,” he said sure. He will stick with the program with the support of executive producers and news directors.

***

Kirei brought the snelhecter map into the corlip room. Means to report coverage. But he heard someone crying inside because the door did not close perfectly.

“Al ... please, do not break this engagement. How can I live without you. I love you, Al ..” whine Keisya.

Keisya's name was also destroyed by his father. He even had to resign because he could not stand the gossip of office employees and the media. All as if judging him as the son of a ‘cold-blooded killer’

“What do you have, Al? Making me worse?” continued Keisya again with increasingly bitter cries.

Aldi is still flinching.

He hurriedly stepped back because he did not want to be mistaken for eavesdropping. Nahas, hit someone. Although his body was shaken, but did not have time to fall. With quick reflexes he can balance again.

While Anisa grumbled indistinctly while rubbing her buttocks that fell down.

“Sorry, Nis ... right .. I accidentally,” he said after turning around and helping Anisa get up.

“Why the hell, Rei! Go backwards all! You turned into retreat, huh?” ketus Anisa continues to grumble but it looks funny in her eyes.

He chuckles, “He he he, pissss ..!” hold the middle and index fingers.

“Lo from where?” ask Anisa who already looks better. Anisa's eyes swept her body from top to bottom and then up again.

“There's a weird?” saith.

“Gue suspicious, lo from korlip room?”

“Kok, you know?!” expostulation.

“Tuh ...,” Point Anisa on the snelhecter map she carries.

“What's up!?” sulang Anisa curious mixed still upset. His waist still hurts.

“Sorry .. really use. I did not intentionally swear that you. I accidentally heard Aldi's conversation with his fiancee. Though my intention is just to give this.” He pointed at the map he still held.

“Tus .. tus .. lo denger what?” asked Anisa kepo, because Anisa had met Keisya in front of the news division room. Even though she was wearing a mask to trick everyone.

“Aldi mutusin his engagement,” he said.

Anisa thunts, “Ah .. if it's already a public secret, Rei. Not a news update ... lo aja that kudet!” anisa Cibir.

“Hah! The hell time?!” He frowned.

In the afternoon after office hours Anisa took her to go to a mall in Sekayu district. As a guilt-redeemer, he eventually followed Anisa's idea. After all, he also needs to buy equipment that he will bring while in Cambodia.

The requirements to Cambodia are all in order. Waiting for a passport. He can breathe freely. But, he has not told Danang about his training there. He thinks there's still time tomorrow. After all, his departure was also still ten days away.

“Lo, what do you want to buy?” anisa asked as she held a short-sleeved floral blouse.

“Pengen this anyway ..” sahutnya with hand still holding the blouse. But he seemed to think long. Cambodia and Indonesia are both tropical countries. Definitely fit well with clothes that are cool and absorb sweat.

“Udah take aja,” timpal Anisa, “lo need to make to Cambodia, right?!”

He nodded.

Tired of going around they decided to rest and fill the stomach before going home. But when entering a fast food restaurant he was made nanap when he saw someone who is very familiar with sitting together with a woman. Even with the man who was surprised to see it.

As fast as lightning he pulled the arm of Anisa who had chosen a seat, “We are not here deh!” his jolt. Hunting steps.

“Lho ... why, instead of—“

“We're home!” yells. He wanted to quickly leave the place. For some reason, his chest felt tight. His breath rose and fell due to a hasty move.

Anisa who was still dragged by her arm, was fluttering behind her.

“Eh, wait donk! Why the hell?” anisa Protest. But not heeded by her.

The taxi in front of the mall favors him to enter immediately. Anisa who continued to follow him by force. Continues to grumble indistinctly.

“Gue anter to your house first,” he said while releasing the grip of his hand when they were sitting in a taxi.

“Lo, why the hell?! See ghosts? Or see that secret admirer lo?” cerca Anise.

“Perum Griya Asri, Sir. Road ...” Anisa mentioned her home address. After the taxi driver asked where he was going down.

He was still shaking while leaning his back to the back. His phone rings repeatedly. But he is indifferent.

“Issh .. your phone is noisy. Lift Rei!” anisa is sebal.

Instead of picking up the incoming phone, he refused. Then move mode ‘hening’. He doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone right now.

The taxi they were riding in arrived at Anisa's house. Minimalist style house with a long tree in the front yard.

He stopped by here once. And this is the second time. He gets off the taxi, after Anisa pays the fare.

Anisa frowning, “Lo, want to stop by?” tanyanya. He thought, Kirei will only deliver it.

Kirei nodded without making a sound.

“Yes already, yuukk!” take Anisa when opening the fence.

“Assalamu’alaikum," greeted Anisa when opening the door.

“Wa’alaikumsalam," said someone from within. “New home?” ask Anisa's mother.

“Night, Aunt,” said as she reviewed a smile while extending her hand. She was greeted by Anisa's mother. Then he kissed the back of his hand.

“Nak Kirei, how are you? It's been a while, don't you want to be here?”

“Good, Tan.” He was still standing in the doorway.

“Eh .. login ... login.” Anisa's mother attacked.

“Lo won't be coming home?” ask Anisa, because it's 8 o'clock. They were sitting on teak chairs, the living room.

“Kalo you don't want to tell a story, already. I'm gonna take a shower first. Gerah nih,” said Anisa when her mother came to bring tea and snack chips.

“Bu, someone wants to take a bath,” as well as Anisa. “In his apartment again ran out of water.” Anisa giggled at the look of her glaring and throbbing expression not accepting.

“Bby ... here the water smoothly continues. Aunt get me a towel?” tawang Anisa's mother.

“Eh .. no need, Tan,” is not good. Standing reflexes. But just now he stepped into the bathroom, “Rei, there is a nyariin tuh ...”

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