Love of the Journalist
34. When You're Gone
...34. When You’re Gone...
-Cambodia
Kirei
The first day of the training schedule is very crowded starting at 7 am to 7 pm. With a break twice. At 11pm and 4pm.
The second day is not much different either. Seminars, information sessions cover the main topics. Like understanding citizen journalism and free flow of information. Newsreader ethics reports and resources for citizen journalists. Then proceed with a discussion between the participants and the material provider
Unmitigated. The International Center for Journalists (ICFJ) brings together world-class speakers. One of the American journalists and is a correspondent¹ white building. Simultaneously contributor² television media that has affiliations with private television in several U. S. states.
He and all the participants were amazed.
“Any queries (there are questions)?” ask the first speaker after the material delivery session is over.
Greeted by hands by almost all participants. The first speaker to shake his head as his eyes widened in disbelief. Very enthusiastic of the participants. Laughter all participants filled the meeting room.
Then on the second day. Speakers also come from superpowers. United States's. Popular journalist and news anchor.
One of my favorite journalists. Because the journalist prefers to always live report in the program. Thumb-patterned. Always nominated for awards for world journalists. One of the most influential journalists in the world today.
The amazing!
The speaker session has ended with discussion and ice breaking in the form of introductions between participants.
Where each participant is required to group to form a circle of 7-8 people. Then one by one of them will introduce themselves from the name, origin of the country and hobbies, with a total time of 5 minutes.
After that one of the participants pointed to his friend to mention the name, origin of the country and hobbies of other designated friends.
If you mention it wrong, you will get punished. Comforting his colleagues.
And he must be punished for mispronouncing the name.
Sing a baby shark song with a wiggle. Shame and joy because it makes people laugh.
The two-day indoor session finally ended. Weary. Yet enjoyable. Tired but impressive. All paid.
“Rei, others on rhyme to pub.” Tukas Laira while trying to align her steps out of the hotel meeting room.
“Sorry, Bang .. I didn't follow, huh?” pampered. He plans to call Danang. I don't know why he really wanted to see his face. After a day of breakfast had not been able to give news.
“You are not coming, I am also not ..” Laira.
He stopped his steps for a moment, “Kok so! It's okay, brother come along. I'm really tired. Want to fall asleep,” let him reason.
“I'm tired actually too. But they maksa. Ga nice,” now he and Laira have entered in the elevator.
“Kalo tomorrow how?”
He flinched.
“Kalo tomorrow night out outdoor coverage in Siem Reap city, how?” repeat Laira again. Make sure you can come along.
“Sorry .. but not a promise. I'm first, Bang.” The answer. They split up after the elevator opened. He got out first. Laira's room was one floor above her.
“Mas ...” He said when the face of the man he wanted to wipe was clearly plastered filled the screen of his phone.
Danang. “New shower?”
Because his wet hair is still wrapped in a towel.
“Iya, because it just finished the show,” while nodding.
“Mas Danang is still in the office at this time?” he asked the man who still wears a brown uniform in his office.
“Tanggung .. soon home”
“You've eaten?”
“Udah. Have you eaten?”
Precisely the man looked at him fixedly, “ It’s going to day (what day is it?”
The girl chuckled. Then a moment later hissing, “Isshhh .. new 2 days you know ...”
“But kayaking a year”
“Start,” cebikya.
Danang laughs.
“Mas ...” call him in doubt.
“Hemm ...?”
“Emm .. nothing.” He doubted. Urung.
“Rei," call the man with a probing look.
“It ... temen-temen ngajak to .. pub,” legitimately by biting his lower lip.
“What do you know about the pub? And you know what I answered?” instead the man threw questions and statements at once.
“Iya, I know. I'm not going.”
“Good!” a smile rises on Danang's lips.
“Rest ... It's night.” When scanning a digital clock with its logo on the table. At 21:30 WIB. There is no time difference between Cambodia and Indonesia.
“Mas Danang too,”
“Back, eat ... keep resting.”
The two stared at each other in full of desire. He wanted to touch the man's face.
Danang ends video call, “good night, sweet dreams”
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- Surabaya
Mother
After finishing the pilgrimage at the tomb of Sunan Ampel, the mother told her study friends to separate. Because he had to go to the notary's office to take care of the contract of buying and selling his house.
Arriving at the notary's office, there was already a home buyer waiting for him.
“Sorry, Sir, my Mom is late,” said mother to the notary mother Weni and pak Boni who will buy her house.
Mommy submits all the terms of sale and purchase documents to the notary. Then checked by Weni's mother.
The notary and sanction side nodded. Document mark is complete. Then the purchase agreement process ends with the signing of the deed of sale and purchase. As a valid proof of the transfer of land and building rights from the seller to the buyer. They shake hands.
From the notary's office, mother to Papa Bagas' house. But he asked the taxi driver to take him to a public cemetery.
The resting place of my beloved husband. Dropped solemnly with his hands looked up to offer prayers for her husband. End Al-Fatiha as a closing prayer.
His right hand was seen several times shrinking the corner of his eye. Tears are longing. Bereft. Lonesome. Memories and happiness.
“With his son Mas Bagas,”
“Are you happy to hear it?”
Stop for a moment because the tears are getting bigger.
“We pray, may they be happy, Bang.”
“Like Brother happy there ... wait for Nani, Bang.”
“The kids are big. Amanah Abang already Nani run.”
Arriving at his house Papa Bagas already afternoon. He was welcomed kindly by a couple of husband and wife.
“Nani, ayoo direct log in.” Ask Mama Anita who grabbed her shoulder. After a while of hugging.
“How are you?” asked Anita's mother as they walked into the living room.
“Sehat, thank God, Ma'am. How are Mbak Anita and Mas Bagas?”
“We are also thankfully good. May always be healthy in order to see the grandchildren later,” Mama Anita replied.
They are now sitting in the family room.
Bi Darmi came with some drinks and some snacks.
“Thank you, Ma.” Her speech. Replied with a smile by Bi Darmi.
Chat just flowed, “we apologize, about—“ Papa Bagas sentence stopped when he cut.
“All has passed, Mas. No need to discuss anymore,” timpalynya.
“Now we need to think about, how they can live their household like any other couple ...”
Papa Bagas seemed to nod, “Ya, right ...”
“Their wedding may have initially been forced by reason. Hopefully they can accept each other. Love each other ..”
Mama Anita assures.
“Kata Kirei, Mbak Anita want to make a reception for them?” tanyakanya.
“New plan. We want that. But back again we submit the same decision they,” said Mama Anita.
“How's Ken?” ask Mama Anita.
“Ken good. Already working,”
“Thank God. We were going to your house, Nan. Just said Danang precisely you who want to come here.”
“Iya, Ma'am. There was an event this morning,” he replied.
The meeting closed with dinner.
“And I've prepared the room, Nan. Kirain you sleep here.”
“When, Ma'am. Thank you.”
“Alright, but I hope you will stay here sometime.”
“Insya Allah ...”
After saying goodbye to Bagas mas and Anita's mother, he then went to Gubeng station among Anita's mama drivers.
A shadow of the past flashed past. The station where to witness her and her husband carve out memories.
Reading a piece of paper with a rhyme word from him.
I'm not the man of dreams
But I came to make memories
Just to pick up hope with love
Dreams of happiness
Although aral stretched out loud
Tell me you're for me a
I'm not afraid to challenge the landscape and the levels
Because you came to bring laughter and the future
Even though the rain begged for tears
The sun was screaming long
Not receding, I'll bring a layered shield
Just for you one
“Will you marry me, Nan?” demas said the first time the man proposed to her. The Gubeng Surabaya station.
The train slowly drove away from the station full of memories. It was as if just yesterday he was sitting here with a happy laugh. Nodding while answering, “I want, Bang.”
He shrank the corner of his eyes that had been flooded. The tightness in the chest was unable to make the tear dam hold strong. Dropping even flooded the skin of his face that began to wrinkle.
“May you be happy there ...” Prayer and hope are always offered. For lovers who are always imprinted in the heart.
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Note :
Correspondent¹: a journalist living and serving somewhere else who regularly sends news to the editor.
Contributor²: freelance/contract journalists who are usually placed in areas away from broadcasting stations.
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