Love of the Journalist
46. I Have You
...46. I Have You's...
Kirei
She still needs her husband. Preparing his sahur food. His work clothes as well as iftar food if the man does not have a Ramadan safari.
But he was more silent. Not angry. Nor evade. Just wanted to find the right time to talk about it. Because the questions that arise and the demands of explanation from the man are still entrenched in his heart.
What else is approaching the feast of Eid. The burden of duty of a state servant is certainly more than usual. Almost every day the man came home at night. Sometimes work when people are asleep.
“Hei ... daydream!” Anisa's touch patted her shoulder from behind.
It's a little bit of a squeak, “Lo, not recording?” Ask.
“Gue looks like a step back,”
“Loh ... why?” He shifted his chair to face Anisa who was already sitting in the cubicle chair next to her.
“Gue can not close your eyes too, besides netizens want you as the news anchor.”
“Mumpung hasn't filmed ..”
He sighed slowly.
“Sueerr .. no worries. No problem either. I'm really cool, you can go forward,” he said.
Suddenly his phone rang.
Mas Danang....
“Yes ... Mas,”.
“Will go home. I'll pick you up, yes ...”
Waited for a moment. Because after a few days a woman named Queen reveals their past relationship. Only today did he have time for her.
“Mas Danang not busy?” The pretext of busyness does stretch. Making him and Danang not intense anymore meet, chat or just sit together while watching television. Time does not seem to be on his side. And they are imprisoned in it.
“Today I have leisure time (free time). Ahead of the new sahur there is no longer.”
He sighed.
“I brought a car, Mas.” It becomes an alibi. In his heart he was glad that he had time for him.
“Rendra will bring your car. I'm walking there now. See you soon..
“Sorry .. lo, long wait.” He said to Anisa after the phone ended.
Anisa shook her head, “Gue is precisely envious of you. Great attention, yes!”
Anisa getting up from the chair, “Yaudah deh .. have fun.”
“Thanks yes, Rei." Said Anisa before completely abandoning herself.
He waited in front of the lobby when the man told him 5 more minutes until. Sure enough not long while he chatted with the office security. Her husband's car stopped in front of the lobby.
“I first, yes, Sir ...” He said goodbye to security.
“Yes ... Mbak Rei, be careful on the road.”
He handed the car keys to Danang.
“Ren, please bring the car!” Tell Mas Danang to Rendra while shrugging the key.
“Ready, Sir.” Rendra Reply.
Now he was sitting next to Mas Danang who was driving. The atmosphere before opening is very crowded. People seem to choose to walk instead of sitting quietly at home.
“What do you want to eat?” Ask Mas Danang.
He who had thrown a glance at the window beside him turned to the man for a moment.
“Mas Danang want to eat what?”
“Horm ...” Decak that man. Every time I am asked, I ask back.
“We go to Vijhoek cafe how?”
“Bby ...”
They've been to that cafe. The atmosphere of the cafe with vintage classic European-style buildings. I went there for the first time after two weeks of marriage. Their relationship is still unclear.
The first time came just a little chat. Because Danang got a sudden call. And he had to take a taxi home.
“Later home I took a taxi?” Ocehnya quipped when remembering the first meeting in this cafe.
The man chuckles, “One hundred percent I guarantee...(100% I guarantee).”
He thins his lips. Having a cop's husband really should be ready in any field. In the early hours of the morning he got a call. Or come home late. Even home in the morning.
A cafe waiter approached them.
“Bolognese spaghetti order 1, steak delaris 1, poffertjes and bitterballen. Drink mocktail 1, strawberry smoothies 1,” Mas Danang order.
“Please serve 5 minutes before azan magrib!” Its effects. And the waiter understood. Then withdraw.
At the end of the room was a small stage. Commonly used for live performance. If the first time to this place they are presented with an acoustic guitar. But it's different this afternoon. Someone has been sitting behind the piano.
Then the sound of the classical piano slowly flowed beautifully.
Arrive when you understand
The scream of the heart
Tired even though trying
Shed
The taste that exists
Please stay a moment
Forget the time
Follow my tears
Lara's drops
Knitting asa
Dream forge
Endepap deserted
“Mas Danang don't want to tell you something?” The shoot. In recent days he has deliberately detained her.
“What story?”
Love ‘kan...
Get back here
Homesickness
Wash off
Bring along yourself
The old you
Loving me for who I am
“Mas Danang why not tell me about Ratu?” Ask. Maybe this is a good time to talk about it.
The man cringed. Staring full.
When lies flow
Praise the heart
Calm your soul
Calm the love
Like when we were together
There's no doubt
“That was the past ..”
“And it doesn't matter!” Mas Danang.
Love ‘kan
Get back here
Homesickness
Wash off
Bring along yourself
You who used to love me
What is
The man frowned.
“Dia ..”
“Only the past .. no more!” Dengus. Can no longer hide his frustration. Apparently the woman was not kidding. Crazy one!
“Why new now story? Is that what has made you different lately?”
Silence pauses.
Love ‘kan
Get back here
Homesickness
Wash off
Bring along yourself
You who used to love me
What is
love will take you God
***
Danang
Arriving at the apartment they are still in a position. After eating, they went straight home. On the way, no one starts to talk. It was as if everything was swept into each other's minds.
The girl even went back to early fashion.
“Sit!” He looked at his wife to
outside of the bathroom. He was waiting on the sofa in the room.
“Not that I don't want a story. But it's the past that doesn't need to be discussed anymore.” Reveal it when Kirei was already sitting next to him.
“Did he bother you?” Ask. Because she believes the Queen is a woman full of obsession.
“Although he's past Mas Danang, but at least the story. So I'm not surprised to hear from him.”
“She's the woman I met in that mall, right?”
“Means how many times has Mas Danang secretly met him?” Flocked the girl to him.
“Even he showed you your photos while still together,”
He sighed, “I assure you (i assure you) .. He means nothing to me.”
“Not more twice. There's always Aksa if I see her. It was also him who maksa.”
“He who left me first for preferring rich businessmen. They marry. Then suddenly he came to explain that his status was already divorced."
He nodded, unreasonable he thought.
“Only a fool would take it back,” he said firmly and straightforwardly.
“Did he bother you?”
His wife shook her head.
He cupped Kirei's face. Staring into his eye bead. Make sure the girl trusts him completely.
“I have you (i have you) and want nothing else. You have my words (you keep my promise)." His words were full of emphasis and conviction.
**
Kirei
This morning he returned to work as usual. The question of the Queen he considered finished. She trusted her husband more.
He sent a short message to the man. For before sahur mas Danang went for his sonak.
Kirei: Mas .. I coverage in the Governor's office. Demo of workers and students.
“Aready, Rei?” Tanya mas Budi approached the cubicle.
“Yup, Mas .. ready!” He said as he pulled his backpack and put it on.
“Eh .. I follow,” says Oka. Journalists about Jateng.
“Bringing gak?” Ask Oka. The man reminded.
“Ready ...” Reply Budi.
He and his colleagues will cover a large demonstration by a union of workers and students who rejected the work copyright law. A few days ago, the protesters did the action. However, their demands have not been granted. So that today became the conclusion of the demo that has been done several times.
The point of action remains the same in the Governor's office and the DPRD office.
While the rallying point of the protesters is at door 4 of Tanjung Mas port. The mass estimated to number in the thousands has started to move. The traffic flow is congested and paralyzed.
He, Mas Budi and Oka had just arrived around the Governor's office.
“Mas Budi wrong bring odol nih ...” Guess Oka when finished smearing the lower eyelid. Not the semriwing taste that is felt is precisely the aroma of orange that is striking.
“Odol in the house, not to buy."
“Waduh, Mas .. don't-don't miss the Lyra, yes?” Guess it. Lyra is Mas Budi's second child who is opium with Tayo cartoons.
“Not ...” Tukas Mas Budi, “odol the Tomi." Reveal it while smiling mischievously. Tomi the first child of Budi. Still in the Kindergarten School.
“Hah!” He and Oka simultaneously turned to Budi.
While Oka shook his head while removing the odor that had been stuck perfectly with a tissue.
“Which I know, the odor is not the same as tear gas. You are weird, Ka. Ask Mas Budi to bring everything!” Sung at.
“Times anyway?” Tanya Oka in disbelief, “but how many protestors make?” He seeks justification.
He relaxed his shoulders.
The area of the Governor's office and the DPRD building have been sterilized. Fenced with barbed wire. Water canon cars are also parked right inside the gate fence.
The protesters were seen coming. They filled the outer courtyard of the Governor's office. Carrying various posters containing demands.
“Rei, you do not go far,” Budi. Before they do the job.
He nodded, "Okay, Mas". This is not the first coverage for him covering mass action. It's been a few times.
“Ka, watch Kirei!" A Message to Oka. While Oka just gave her thumb. Because the voice tells the protesters and their coordinators through the loudspeaker is clearly noisy.
The more daylight the protestor more penetrated to enter the inner courtyard of the building. Pedemo managed to break through the barbed wire. Then the action pushed each other with a line of police barricades is inevitable again.
Although representatives of the protestors have been able to meet the Governor. But it does not dampen the mass of action to continue to penetrate into the building.
Complications happen. Action pushing each other. Throwing each other with bottles of mineral water, stones and other blunt objects can no doubt be avoided. Some of the lights of the building broke. Not to mention came a crowd of protesters who burned used tires in front of the office.
Security forces fired water cannons to repel the protesters.
He who is unconscious continues to cover the actions of the protestors. Separated with Mas Budi and Oka. Trapped in a crowd of thousands of protesters.
He tried to get out and get out. But unfortunately, it was like he was being led to continue forward.
“Mas, I am a journalist ..” He said while showing his id card. But his talk is like the wind. Unheeded.
The mass of action is becoming uncontrollable. Police fired tear gas at the crowd.
The crowd quickly scattered. The roosters saved each other.
He also tried to save himself. But again, again. Body pushed. He slipped.
Her eyes hurt. Heat. He stumbled on the asphalt. His hat is not known where it fell.
His breath is hunting. People are still running to save each other.
While he felt his body like it was being pushed .. swung .. then kicked. His eyes were really sore and painful. His vision was slowly dark.
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