Love of the Journalist
36. Ja Hawatiri

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Danang only returned from Jogja a few moments ago to encourage the police team at the FORKI Kejurda. Not in vain with pride polda team presents its best performance. Gold napkin. But when he was about to get into his unit, the phone of someone who entered his phone made him stop to rest for a moment. All day her body was really tired. Hurry up and go to the place mentioned by the man.

“New coming, lo?!” william Sembur.

It clucked, “Gue just returned from Jogja.”

“Si Arik is coming soon,” William said while sipping a cocktail. “Drink?” bargain William after.

But instead he called the waiter. “Mocktail,” while brandishing his index finger. Mocktail is a drink from fruit juice that does not contain alcohol.

“Lo, any more problems?” ask him to the man who has been his best friend since Junior High. “That dentist's ways?” the canal. “Damned!” objurgation. “I just wanted to call this ...," he said regretfully. “I better sleep earlier, than on-“ he hangs his sentence.

“Heii ... Bro!” greet Arik by patting William on the shoulder from behind. And then a five with him. “Gue can not be long,” Arik sitting himself in the chair next to Danang. His wife gave birth this week.

“Iya .. Yes, I know. Lo be husband on standby!” tangkas William's.

Arik screeching, “What’s up, Man?!"

“Again,” says.

“Cih, where's the soul player, lo? Lost one grow a thousand .. cemen!” salak Arik sneered.

“Hai ..” Two sexy women in skimpy clothes approached them, “can join?” One of them had sat first beside Wiliam. But quickly Danang raised his hand into the air.

“Sorry, we want privacy," he said quickly.

“Ohh .. okay. But if you need temen, can call us ..” The woman who had been sitting earlier stood up again and passed away leaving them with her naughty eyes before leaving.

Arik just shook his head, “Mampus .. if bini at home tau!”

The waiter came with Danang's order.

“Mocktail one more,” said.

The waiter nodded and left.

William chuckles, “Lo, also married man not to say?” Fuck Willi to him. "Looks, we have to celebrate your sudden marriage" William sneered.

He just relaxed his shoulders.

“Anyway .. congratulations, Mas. The girl you brought to our show, right?” arik.

He nodded.

“Gue denger from Aksa. She's the little girl you've been looking for?” ask Arik.

“Yup ... soul mate no one knows,” now his back is rested back.

“Sorry ...” Arik picked up his phone. Notify if he receives a call. Sounded;

“Yes ... Babe,”

"It ...."

“Now still hurts?”

“Oke .. okay I'm back now.”

The phone call ended.

“Sorry .. I have to go back. My wife's stomach mules. It should be time this week anyway,” Arik stood up, patting William on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Man .. if he is a match that is prepared for you, it will definitely return to lo," said arik. “Mas, I first," said Arik to her.

“OK,” he gave his thumb. “Lo, used to be unsure, right. Arik time finally married the same ... Even it seems like the hope is thin,” he said. “But .. that's God's scenario. We don't know and can't guess.” It pauses. “Gue is too. I thought I would never meet again the same little girl who immediately made me interested. But,“ he tapped his shoulders.

“See ... I've seen him again. And we were reunited in the marriage bond .. yaa, though initially,” He chuckles when considering the incident where he had to marry Kirei by a cause that is as shameful as possible.

With quick time, lightning he was finally able to have the girl. The hand of God plays there.

“You know, what I mean?” He patted William's shoulder.

Then stand up.

“Lo, where are you going?” sergeant William.

“Back," he said.

“Ck, there!” willi was upset. But ignored by Danang.

He approached the 2 girls who had approached his desk. Give me some money. Ordering, "Please accompany the man at the table there," point him at the table William is sitting on.

The two women smiled happily, "Beres!" yells.

**

-Cambodia

“Ja hawatiri .. watia to olio, (Don't worry .. I'm with him)”

“Jo, Pouwama (Yes, Uncle)” the person said before terminating the phone connection.

The man breathed. Walking closer to the girl who was sitting on one of the mekong river bank benches. The girl seemed to be enjoying the view of the river in front of her. Not bothered with people passing by. What else is the afternoon like the banks of the Mekong River become the destination of visitors.

“A finished?” ask her to Kirei.

The girl nodded, “Bang Laira udh finished too?”

“Ya .. and I saw you sitting alone. Similar missing persons.”

The girl turned the camera back on. View the results of his shots, “See ...” Put the camera on him.

“Good.” His comments saw the results of Kirei's shot. “This is me photoin,”

“Bby.” Kirei.

Laira took several pictures of the girl many times. Then hand the camera to Kirei.

“Thank you, Bang ...”

“My pleasure. What are your plans after returning from here?” he asked Kirei who was still looking at the results of his shots earlier.

“Hah!” Kirei looked at him. Then he shifted to make room for Laira to sit next to him.

He sat next to Kirei.

“Continue working .. what else. Thank goodness there was a scholarship call in New York. Or Singapore,” Kirei still hopes he can get that chance.

“I salute you. Your spirit is not receding. Percis like your late father.” Laira menucas.

“Definitely. Who doesn't know Demas. Senior journalists with unquestionable football. Just-just-"

“Destiny says another,” cut Kirei. His face immediately changed.

“You have no plans to do it again?” tanyakanya. “I heard there was a general behind the case.”

“Means?” Kirei shifted a little, then faced him. “Abang know?” tanyanya full of search.

**

Enjoying the twilight on the banks of the Mekong River is an entertainment in itself. Moreover, the view is also beautiful.  

After this afternoon covering the citizens around the Royal Palace. Seeing pigeons in the garden. Some visitors feed corn kernels. More and more birds are crowding. But there are also nosy visitors. Legs shaking. Make the birds fly back.

From the Royal Palace, he went to the independence monument.  Then to the Statue of King Father Norodom Sihanouk is the fouding father of Cambodia, which is located opposite.

The theme of the day is blogging and photos of journalism. He and his entourage returned to Riverside in the afternoon.

The last day in Phnom Penh was filled with discussion of the results of the coverage. Then tomorrow morning he flew back to Indonesia.

“Assalamualaikum, Brother ...," he said as he was packing. The flight is still 3 hours away.

“When did you get to Semarang?” ask Ken at the end of the phone.

“Likely noon. Why?” His right hand was busy closing the suitcase. While the left hand holding the phone is affixed to his ear.

“Can direct to Solo? That means take a flight from Jakarta to Solo”

Kirei frowning, “What's up?”

“Pending sick ...”

All the way to the airport his mind was not calm. Unlike usual, the mother is sick and must require treatment in the hospital.

After getting word from Ken he immediately contacted Danang.

“Mas, I went straight to Solo. Mother in hospital.”

“It’s okay .. I'm leaving for Solo now.”

The girl was forced to change the route that was originally Jakarta to Semarang to Jakarta to Solo. He had to give up his charred ticket. Looking for a flight suddenly. Plus a full flight due to the weekend. But at least he was grateful, still given the luck of getting a ticket.

Although he had a debate with Laira, when they would split in Jakarta. The man tried to drive him all the way to Solo.

“I take you. At least in times of panic like this. You need friends" said Laira.

“I'm fine, Bang," he said quickly. Walk towards the passenger exit.

“But,“ Laira Doubt.

“Crust me! Don'worry. I can do it myself. Thank you for Bang Laira's help while in Cambodia," he said. He doesn't want to trouble others. After all, he can still be alone. Danang was waiting for him in Solo. It is not impossible that his arrival with other men will cause negative assumptions in the eyes of Danang.

With a heavy heart Laira relented. Deliver it until the departure lounge. Lucky still equally in the terminal area of three Soekarno-Hatta Airport. No need to change terminals.

He rushed out of the passenger door. The man who these few days made his heart warm welcomed him with a fluffy smile.

He slid into his arms.

“What's sick mother, Mas?” tanyanya is still in Danang's arms.

The man kissed the top of his head long ago. The smell she misses so much.

“Mas ...” He looked up. Staring at Danang.

Without answering him, Danang broke down a hug and took the girl to the car. Open the passenger door for him.

Clik.

The sound of a seat belt on the seat that Kirei was sitting on, as Danang helped to put it on.

“Mas," he said annoyed. The man did not answer his question. Smiling and rubbing his head.

“Mother not pa-pa. Don't worry." Danang drove his car out of the airport. Then turn left along Adi Soemarmo road.

“Really, why not? What happened yesterday from Surabaya?” tanyanya could not believe it. Worries still envelop him before seeing the condition of the mother. “I'm really worried. Until not calm while on the plane.”

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