Love of the Journalist
48. You Take My Breath Away

...48. You Take My Breath Away...

After five days out of the hospital he was back on the move. Follow the routine as usual. He now works more in the studio. Occasionally cover in the field.

“Well Done,” Gita said as she patted the final touch of powder on her face.

The girl smiled as she opened her eyes and saw the results in the mirror, “Thanks, Git.”

“You look so beautiful ...” Praise Gita.

He threw another smile at Gita. Satisfied with the results of Gita polishing his face. Flawless.

He is believed to be the news anchor of the event search program that has been packed with new brands. Not only related to criminal matters. It also has to do with science.

Packed in talks with expert figures accompanied by documentary films.

“Good luck.” Said Aldi while giving his thumbs up before he took.

He smiled at the tall man. “Thanks, Mas.”

Yes, on the last day in the hospital. Aldi is back with Anisa. Offers even persuaded him to enter the event search team program with a new face as a news anchor.

“You will work more in the studio,” Aldi said.

“As your replacement already exists ... new child.” Aldi again.

“Again Dian has been rolled into breaking news replacing the presenter who resigned,” he added.

“I'm sure your appearance has been anticipated by many fans. Especially your big fans.” Aldi chuckles.

The proof is that his fans who know he got a disaster during coverage, many send him flowers and cakes to the office. Saying sorry and of course praying for healing on his social media site.

“I'm sorry about ... that night.” Aldi was seen looking down on the chair next to his bed. It could be that the man was ashamed of his actions and clearly regretted.

Anisa sat on the edge of her bed.

“Mas Aldi is not wrong. We better forget that incident.”

“Ya .. I agree,” Anisa chimed in with a smile.

“So, Lo—” He paused his sentence because Anisa quickly disavowed it.

“Gue stays in news.”

He and Anisa looked at each other, both smiling and ending up in an embrace.

“Congratulations .. I wait for the buzz lo.” Anisa said as they parsed each other's hugs.

“Anisa stays in news. And still PJ breaking news. Nothing has changed.” Aldi smiled looking at the two.

In the afternoon he was escorted by Danang for re-control to the hospital.  After that it continued to a place like a meeting guesthouse. Indeed the man told him that they would break the fast outside. But, uh,

“This is where, Mas?” Ask with probing eyes. Wonder. I thought I was going to a cafe or restaurant.

The car stopped right in front of the guesthouse.

“We will open with children karateka.” Danang answered and removed his seat belt.

He also followed the seatbelt. Danang opened the door for him. Then they walked into the meeting room.

“GOOD AFTERNOON SENSEI.” The greeting of the children echoed as he and Mas Danang entered the room like a hall.

The man threw a smile as he waved his hand in the air. Greet the children who are sitting cross-legged neatly.

In the front row was already sitting cross-legged Rendra and two men he already knew. The two men were figures that had been introduced while in Gor Diponegoro. Mas Danang's friends are definitely in karate college.

“Sorry ... rather late,” said Danang while greeting jotos on the three. Then come sit cross-legged next to Rendra.

He also sat down on a blue carpet that stretched next to Danang. Wearing a maroon scarft over the head which happens to be a few days this is always in his bag.

Rendra has opened the show. Then let Danang to start giving the material. Although the man looked surprised was appointed to deliver the material forward. Because there is no such agenda.

Finally Danang stood up to greet the children who numbered about 50. Who was so enthusiastic to welcome him. How the husband chooses the right material to share. By explaining about building a dream, motivation and pursuing ideals. Tells about the short journey until it can realize the asanya. The kids are hypnotized.

Yes, the man wearing the white shirt increasingly radiated his aura. Let alone children who are so fascinated to hear it. In fact, he himself was even sucked into a whirlpool. Completely sedated by the charm of the husband.

His voice is heavy and masculine. His body is strong and strong. His handsome face. His extensive knowledge. Ah .. God's perfect creation for him. He involuntarily curled his lips upwards forming a single smile.

Mas Danang who has finished giving the material tetiba call him through the microphone. He was surprised when he was called to stand up. However, she still approached her husband with a frown. But the next second was gone, turning into a happy look at the excited children.

“Known, this is Sensei's wife. A journalist on our favorite TV. Are there any children here who already know?” Mas Danang introduced him to children who were so enthusiastic about attending this event. Although the time is already afternoon where the clock is risky for children their age to undergo fasting.

There were some children holding their hands.

“Well, for those of you who aspire to be journalists like Sensei's wife. Can ask around.”

“Mbak Kirei will answer your questions.”

Not a lot of kids put their hands back together.

Because there is not much time. Finally, only 5 people came forward.

The event was then closed with a prayer reading. Then continue with a meal together.

“Mas Danang why not tell me anyway, if there is a start?” event Angry Sung.

The man held a box of rice and fruit soup in front of him.

Precisely mas Danang looks to stumble a smile, “But I am proud to have you,” while mengolem smile.

“Ish ... don't connect!” his his hisses are still upset. It feels like a prank.

When Danang joined the children. They immediately attacked the man.

“Mbak,” greet Rendra as it passes.

“Eh ... Ren.”

“Oya, Ren .. Who has an idea for a gini? It is also fun as it turns out.” Ask curiously.

“Pak Danang, Ma'am. All fees are also from Mr. Danang.”

Silent moment.

“Still, Ren.”

“Sama-sama. I live first.” Rendra left him.

After eating together and praying together. He was taken to a place not far from the guesthouse. On foot. Because of the narrow road with the houses of residents who are almost clinging.

Getting deeper down the narrow alley, the scent of an unpleasant sewer emanated instantly.

“Where else are we going, Mas?” He asks. He flicked his hands repeatedly in front of his nose. Trying to shake off the unpleasant aroma penetrated into his sense of smell.

The man flanked his left hand. Reflexes He looked at Danang. And a split second their eyes collided to coincide the man also turned his head. Throwing each other smiles. His heart suddenly rippled. There was a strange rumble that made his heart beat faster.

“Ke layover house,” Danang replied.

“Actually has been a long time ago halfway house to be relocated. But a lot of obstacles. Now new stage foundation work.”

Arrive at the semi-permanent stage house. They climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. A boy about 4-5 years old poked out from behind it.

“Sensei,” greet the boy cheerfully. Welcomed Danang's hands and kissed the back of his hands.

Mas Danang rubbed the boy's head. Invite him to come in and sit on a wooden chair.

The boy reached out his hand, “Bimo.”

Welcomed it. Shaking Bimo's hand, “Kirei,” back of his hand kissed takzim. Then he rubbed Bimo's head.

The boy went back to playing alone.

“Why not come to the guesthouse, Bim?” He asked to see Bimo alone in the halfway house.

Bimo looks shook his head, “Tadi Bimo dizzy.”

“Have taken medicine?” Continue again while staring at the indifferent Bimo. Fun with lego toys.

The boy clapped.

“The children who were at the guesthouse some of the children stopped here.” Mas Danang Terang.

“They're children who can't afford. Children who are less fortunate. Children who ... have achievements but are marginalized.”

He listened to the story of the man. How the origin of this halfway house was established.

“Arba Techno as founder and contributor of funds.”

Yes, PT. Arba Techno is a company that Danang founded with Arik, Rangga, William and Aksa. Companies engaged in agrarian investment.

Mas Danang picked up a soccer ball on the floor not far from his feet, “Catch, Bim!” he exclaimed at Bimo who was busy playing lego alone.

Bimo turned around, then deftly caught the ball.

“Great, Bim!” his flattery was on Bimo while giving his thumb.

Bimo blushed. The 4-year-old was orphaned. His mother worked as a factory worker. So during his mother's work Bimo will be tipped at a halfway house.

“Hopefully as soon as possible can move to a more decent place.” Mas Danang sighed. So much care for the kids. Suddenly he felt so small and incomparable to the man.

“Here often exposed to rob floods. The smell of the gutter. Children are also not free to play. Because it is less spacious.” Get that man.

After saying goodbye to the manager of the house, a middle-aged husband and wife who had just returned from the mosque. They left that house.

Along the way through a narrow alley with a pungent aroma, he was actually made dumbstruck by the figure of a man flanking his hands.

You take my breath away (you're really charming).

Arrive at the apartment at 21:30 WIB.

He who had changed his pajamas to sleep and had laid his body on the bed closed his eyes. Because the ringing sound of Danang's mobile phone is ringing continuously.

“Mama,” murmured while reaching for the man's phone on the nightstand.

“Who?” Ask Mas Danang right out of the bathroom. Still wearing bathrobe.

“Mama .. kayaknya important, Mas.” He put the phone to the owner of the phone.

“Thank you,” the man is already sitting on the edge of the bed with his left hand holding a small towel. Rubbing her wet hair.

He shook his head, “Sini the towel. I help you get hair.”

Though somewhat hesitant, Danang handed him the little towel. Then take his phone.

“Ya, Ma ...”

“Assalamualaikum ..” The voice of my mother from across was clear. Mas Danang deliberately loudspeaker.

“Waalaikumsalam,” sahut Mas Danang.

“Lebaran's home, right?"

He was still rubbing Mas Danang's hair by standing up using his knees as a pedestal. While the man sat behind him.

“Return. But, the first day to Solo first, Ma.”

“Oya, not pa-pa. Mama wait. The third day there was an event at the house of Imam Pakde. Si Gayatri (second son of Pakde Imam) wants fiancee same bule.”

“Ya .. I need a second day to Surabaya.”

“Yaudah, greetings to Kirei.”

The phone connection was cut off to coincide she also finished drying her husband's hair.

Danang twisted his body so that they faced each other.

“How many days off are you?” Ask the man. Stared at.

“One week.”

“Why?” Eyebrows wrinkling. He looked at the man who was staring at him.

His heart suddenly thumped unbecause it was stared at like that.

“Mas ...” He was trying to normalize his heartbeat. Although with great difficulty. Why is this man so magnetic for her. Pull it with all his energy and it is difficult to take it off.

Mas Danang cupped his face, “I wish you were here (i miss you) ..”

He scrunched his eyebrows. Did he not hear wrong? Mas Danang misses? Every day they meet. But....

The man had already showered kisses all over his face. Makes his heart rustle great as well as fun. Either for the umpteenth time he was invited to fly to reach nirvana. Accompanied by such heavy rain. Even the lightning that snatched. Because some of the glass windows that are not closed perfectly make it able to see the situation outside.

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