Love of the Journalist
49. For The Moment
...49. For The Moment's...
Kirei
He has prepared all the equipment to take home. Two days before Lebaran he and Danang mas will return to Solo. Celebrate the feast there. Then on the second day to Surabaya.
A few days ago he had tapping program TS (Events Slide). For three episodes. For a week he will be off.
“Goodbye!” Shouted Anisa loudly while spreading her hand.
Everyone in the news division turned to Anisa.
“Nis,” he said by shaking his head. Silly thought.
“Lo, envy yes, right?!” Terka Oka's. Anisa the Semarang. Even with his family who still live around this city. Obviously he never knew and felt the sensation of what it was going home.
“Gue homecoming, Oka .. 10 minutes homecoming,” Anisa grins with confidence.
“Huuu ..” Welcomed the laughter of children's news. This is the last day of work. Some who leave and off are indeed happy to clean up all their work so that they can be calm left home.
For others who still work. Want to not have to let go of the homecoming moment.
“Lo, go home to where, Rei?” Ask Anisa.
“Ke Solo new to Surabaya.” The drill. All files are stored neatly on his computer. Then turn off the computer. Put some files in the bag.
“Yuuk ...” Oka. Approaching cubicles.
He got up from his seat. Anisa followed him.
“Don't forget, Rei. Bring the Surabaya layer cake yesterday. Very nice.” Oka's message reminded.
“Aman!” yells.
They split up in front of the lobby.
“I first, huh?!” He is talking to Oka and Anisa. Mas Danang was waiting for him in front of the lobby.
“Duh ... jomlo is prohibited view!” exclaim Anisa. “Can-can go home for mating.”
Oka grunting. “Lo who asked to marry. If I don't!” oka spray.
***
Danang
The car drove across the Semarang-Solo toll road occasionally faltered due to queue at some point. Like the rest area point, which for travelers on distant routes will choose to rest for a moment.
Also the condition is dense vehicle. As if everyone is chasing the time tomorrow so they can feel the moment of days with their beloved family.
The girl yawned many times.
“Sleep,” he rubbed Kirei's head full of affection.
“No sleepiness!” kirei exclaimed despite his tired body and eyes.
“Mas, flasdisk those songs not brought yes?” Asked the girl while looking around for the small item in the dashboard drawer.
“In the other car.”
Kirei patted his forehead, “Oiya .. forgot to use this car.”
He smiled mockingly. Because Rendra forgot to bring his car yesterday to the workshop. They have to serve to take a long trip. They will use the car to Surabaya. So inevitably he uses the girl's car.
The car slowed down on the Salatiga toll exit. All vehicles are crawling.
“Mas, I think I'm a little dizzy.”
He looked to the side. “You're a little pale. Want to stop first?” He saw the girl holding his head.
Kirei shakes.
“Or fall. The seat set first to be comfortable.”
The girl arranged her seat backwards to make it more palatable to lean.
“Catalin aja fastanya, yes?” He feels worried. Because it's not usually the girl's drunken vehicle.
Again, Kirei shook his head.
He's clucking pissed, “Ngeyel!” its spray.
“Kalo pain can cancel fasting. Instead of why-why,” his gaze focused back to the front. Because the vehicle line has started to run normally.
“Udah, Mas. Don't keep talking I'm so nauseous.” The girl was sniffed.
It cringes. Strange what does this have to do with nausea?
Kirei looked to close his eyes. It speeds up the vehicle. Hope to get to the destination quickly.
Towards the magrib bed they arrived at the courtyard of the mother's house. Ken and the mother who was sitting on the front porch immediately greeted them.
“Sleeping princess!” yell Ken cut him off. Seeing her little sister just woke up. When Danang opened the door and woke him up.
“So much, the new car.” Cibir Ken was endlessly mocking him.
“Ish ... download Rei's items yes, Kak!” Tell Kirei to cry out spoiled.
“OGAH!”
“Ken ...” Mother glared towards her eldest son.
Inevitably, Ken approached the car and opened the second door.
“Assalamualaikum ..” Sapanya and Kirei as they approached the mother who was standing on the terrace.
“Waalaikumsalam,” Mommy welcomes his second helping hand.
While Ken dropped off the luggage on the back bench.
Not long ago beduk azan magrib reverberated.
“Alhamdulilah ..” Say them simultaneously.
“Nda, later tonight sahur make sambal onion, yes?” Pinta Kirei, “soalya Mas Danang do not like pedes.”
“Honey, you're not feeling well anymore.” His sweat.
“You sick? Cieehh .. healthy body is what hurts.” Ketus Ken's.
“What pain, Rei?” Mother.
“Cockwise, Nda. It was a little dizzy. Don't know why. Now it's healed.” The girl gave up.
“Tuh kahu—”
“Kakak!!” Pekik Kirei was annoyed. From then on, it continued to be the same Ken.
**
Mother
The next morning he invited Kirei to go shopping at the Malang Jiwan market. Buy ketupat sleeves and ingredients to be cooked for the holiday.
Every year he will invite the employees of his shop which amounted to 8 people and their families to go home. Complex children also come. They call it a traveling eid. His main purpose was to ask for angpau.
“From little Bu Nan? (This is Bu Nan's son)” Tanya embah-worship selling ketupat sleeve.
Kirei smiled.
“Express, Mbah (yes, Mbah),” he replied while taking a few ties of rhombus sleeve. One tie consists of 10 pieces of sleeve.
“Ayune, Nduk.”
“Sampun gadah garwo, Mbah (has a husband, Mbah).” He gave her red money.
“Ora ono susuke iki? (No change to this).”
“Mboten legitimate, kagem sewage mawon (no need, make just waste).” The drill.
“Matur nuwun.. mugi-mugi cah ayu lan garwone healthy, rezekine smoothly and cepet on the back of momongan (thank you .. may nak ayu and her husband healthy, the recovery is smooth and fast given momongan).”
“Aamiin ..” He and Kirei guaranteed the prayer.
The waste seller of ketupat sleeves smiled widely even looked his teeth were dated a few.
Arriving home, he immediately cleaned up the groceries. While Numi had prepared to fill the ketupat sleeve with rice that had been washed and drained.
“Nda, I fell asleep briefly yes, lemes really.” Said Kirei to him who was washing chicken and meat.
“Judah, sana. Your face is also pale, Rei.”
Kirei just passed by leaving her and Numi.
“What's Mbak Rei doing again, Bu?” Ask Numi.
He was silent for a moment.
“He said, again sick from yesterday, Num. But, hopefully not pa-pa,” hopefully. As he remembered when he was in Semarang, his youngest child said he was not pregnant.
**
Kirei
“Allaahu akbar .. allaahu akbar. Laa ilaaha illallaahu wallaahu. Allaahu akbar wa lillaahil-hamd.”
The sound of takbir echoed in all corners of the country. No exception in the residential complex. The traveling children sprinkled all the sounds of equipment. Start used glass bottles, used gallons, kentungan, even ordinary pans for cooking.
He and Danang sat on the terrace. Feel the atmosphere of a great holiday. A rare moment. Because only once a year. How not? This year he is no longer alone. There was a man sitting next to her who was present lately. Even the result of a marriage that was never expected.
“Mas ...” He looked at the man who was typing something on his phone.
“You want to go?” Its effects. Usually every night takbir he will walk on a motorcycle with Ken. Getting around to see the excitement of the night atmosphere. While Ken no longer knows where the limb is.
The man looked at her. “Bby, to where?”
“Circular aja. Usually very rame along the way ...” Eyes sparkling. He imagined seeing a crowd that only existed once a year. Not to mention the sound of mercons and fireworks that add to the excitement.
He got up from the chair, leaving Danang.
“Yuuk,” took her back to the terrace to approach her husband. He offered a motorcycle key and a jacket for the man.
Mas Danang looked at him for a moment, “Kok use motor? It hurts more!” his protest.
He's nebibing. Then plead with a pinched face, “I want to ride motor.”
The man seemed to be sighing, “But put on his right jacket,” Danang put a jacket on his body. Closing the zipper full up to the neck. Then put on her headgear.
“Well, this new can go.” The man smiled with satisfaction.
Instead he clucked up, “I'm like a sick man. Sultry section, Mas.” He's already lowered the zipper back.
“OK! If I don't think I don't want to walk.”
“Mas ...”
The man shook his head.
“OK .. okay!” he relented while raising the zipper back up to his neck.
He held the man tightly from behind. It was the smell that made the girl comfortable.
The motorbike that Danang drives moves slowly. Through the road Adi Soemarmo turn left past the Colomadu sugar factory. Follow the busy Adi Sucipto road. Everyone seems to be pouring into the street.
Arriving at Manahan he asked the man to stop his bike on the shoulder of the road.
“Mas .. I want wedang asle.” Point it across the street lined with sellers wedang round, asle, and dongo.
Then the man turned around and stopped his bike right next to the peddler round.
“Asnelya single (one), Pak.” The message to the seller.
“Mas, what do you want?” Ask Danang who approached him.
“Ronde aja,” say the boy. Then sit on a long wooden chair commonly called dingklik.
“Add round, single nggih, Sir.” The impact on that trader.
While the seller was nodding and smiling, “Nggih.”
Enjoying a warm drink at night feels right. What else the wind blows ushered in the cold that pierced the skin.
After finishing the asle. They continue their journey. The Manahan flyover. Then turn right onto Slamet Riyadi. Passing through the crowded Purwosari station with the wriggling of the travelers. Then back to the road Adi Soemarmo.
“Cape?” Ask Danang when they get home.
He threw his body on the sofa in the middle room.
“Gak .. just lemes aja,” said while looking at Danang who sat beside him.
The man put the back of his hand on his forehead.
He furrowed his brows, “I have no fever, Mas.” His kill.
Then he got up to the kitchen to help Mother and Numi who were still struggling there.
“Better you break, Darling!” Danang.
“I'm fine, Mas. Really!” he took off his jacket. He didn't care about the man who was worried about him.
**
Danang
Early in the morning he woke up when he heard Kirei's voice in the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” Ask panicked. Saw his wife throwing up in the sink. His face was pale.
He helps his wife hold his body. While his left hand was squeezing the nape of his neck.
“To doctor, yes?” He feels guilty. Last night I decided to take a walk on a motorbike. Plus activities that drain energy.
But the girl shook her head.
After Kirei felt relieved, he helped her up. Put it back in bed.
“Still sick?” Ask again. Anxiety melanya. The girl just shook her head.
“Just to the doctor!” as a sentence without rejection. He no longer knew how to force it.
“I'm not pa-pa. Maybe just catch a cold,” kilah Kirei. His body is completely limp. His mouth feels bitter.
“Oke .. wait here I get you a warm drink,” he rushed out of the room. He quickly returned with a glass of warm water. Put it on the girl.
“Still, Mas ...” Reply Kirei with a smile.
But he was about to leave again.
“Mas where to go?”
He stopped his steps then turned around, “Please Ken call doctor.”
“No need, Mas .. I want Mas Danang here,” the girl pointed to the pillow next to her. “Company I sleep ...” His ink while rubbing the pillow.
Undoubtedly, he finally obeyed Kirei's will. Holding the girl into his arms.
“Mas Danang smells really good ...” The girl muttered her chest. Put his head down there.
His forehead immediately wrinkled, but a second later his lips expanded perfectly. Pride as a man when needed by someone he loved so much. It is loved and owned entirely. What's more last night the girl was different in her role.
He tightened his embrace, “I love you.” His whisper.
***
Kirei
He along with Mas Danang, Ken and mother performed id prayers at the mosque complex. Then they walked home after the prayer was over. Along the way home he unceasingly greeted each other and shook hands with familiar people.
Happy Eid al-Fitr. Apologizing melts wrong and khilaf.
Arriving at the house, Danang and Ken do sungkeman on the mother.
“Nda .. forgive Rei,” her eyes are already glazed. He sat down, while the mother sat on the sofa.
"Rei can not make Mother happy ... Rei's a lot wrong. Many make Mother disappointed.” He shrank the corner of his eye.
“Excuse me, Rei yes, Nda ...” Kissing the back of your hand. Then kissed the middle-aged woman's forehead and cheeks. The woman who gave birth to him.
Mommy also looks shrinking the corner of her eyes, “Mother too, Son. Sorry if Mommy was wrong. Mother hopes your marriage is okay. Happy forever ...”
So did Ken and Danang who alternated sungkeman with mother. Then she changed her husband.
“Mas .. I'm sorry. Can't be Mas Danang's good wife yet. Can't cook he he yet ..” He chuckled, then kissed the back of the man's hand.
Instead, he was showered with kisses on the tops of his head, forehead, cheeks and lips. The contact made him dumbstruck and riveted. Didn't expect that man would do it in front of mom and Ken.
“I'm sorry too, yes ... I love you,” Danang said by kissing once again the top of his head.
He then went to Ken. But her brother even caught her.
“Manja!” ken spray.
“Kak, Rei would like to apologize ... not ask for money!” with his mouth pursed.
“Iya know! There's a lot of money now."
“Issh .. yaudah if you are not forgiven. Sister's sins are much the same I.”
The two are still teasing each other. Right said mother. If he and Ken are together like near the shoulder far away the smell of fragrance.
The togetherness was closed by eating together with the employees of the shop.
There's ketupat. The village chicken opor. Sambal potato liver ampella. Cream fried sambal. Buntel satay. And do not miss timlo along with shrimp cracker complement.
Enjoy eating while chatting. What an unforgettable moment. Until I don't feel like time is rolling so fast.
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