Love of the Journalist
57. I'll Do It All To You
...57. I’ll Do It All To You...
Danang
After hearing the explanation from papa, he understood. The friendship between dad and dad has been going on for years. He knew that Papa was not an easy friend. Even they experience the test of friendship that makes both of them like strangers. But papa is Bagas Tri Jaya, a figure who always put forward others who are so valuable in his life.
It's just that he knows papa's position. Father's position at the time. It's not easy being them at one time.
Eventually the father case was considered purely a violent robbery resulting in death. Although papa found some irregularities in the case. But the judge has sentenced the defendant to 10 years in prison.
And a few days after the case entered the court papa experienced alternation, change of office. Although he has not even served one year as a police officer.
His departure to Jakarta made him aware of the existence of the girl. Yes, after he had hallucinated seeing Kirei in the same place. He hurried to call mom.
“Excuse Kirei .. not permission same Mas Danang. Mother also proposed that he go to Gorontalo. To his grandfather's place.”
“He needs time, it takes calm to digest all the events that happened to him ...”
“Mas Danang patient yes ...”
So you talked a while ago on the phone.
So, Kirei was so close to him earlier. Okay, I’ll do it all to you (okay, I'll run this all for you).
**
- Gorontalo
Kirei
He stood staring at Tomini Bay from the glass window of the baapu room on the 4th floor. The commissioner's room PT. The Kamaru Nusa Sentana (KNS).
Two days ago, he came to Gorontalo. Welcomed the joy of baapu and neene at the airport but not with Uncle Tilamuta and Aunt Kabila. They met once at Baapu's house.
“Rei ... how, you are ready today?” Ask Baapu who just walked into his room. He looked at baapu.
“Whatever baapu only, Rei ngikut.” The answer. Coming to Gorontalo aims to find busyness. Not constantly thinking about things that make it worse.
“Later you will be accompanied by Dambea. Sorry Baapu can not accompany you,” said baapu while sitting in his office chair.
He also rubbed his body in the front seat of the Baapu desk. Look at the man in front of him. At his old age he still has to work. Actually it's not. But, this job was new to him, he felt far from capable.
Before long the door of my room was knocked. Uncle Dambea appeared from behind the door.
“Go ...” Tukas.
“Dam, ngana accompany Kirei around.” Decree baapu. And Dambea nodded in understanding.
“Rei, go first ...” His interest in Baapu returned a smile.
When he got into the elevator, he asked Dambea,
“Uncle how long has it been working with baapu?”
“A long time ago, Ma'am. About 20 years."
“Oya?” He's a little incredulous. Means that it has long been devoted to the Baapu faith.
“Uncle, can you call Rei only? Consider Rei Uncle's son.”
“Sorry, Mb ...”
“REI.” Press it a little irritated.
“Rei.”
“Nah .. so.” He smiles.
“Uncle's son how many?” He asked when they had exited the office lobby to a car parked in a special area in front of the lobby. Parking ‘VIP’ as written in front of the vehicle.
Before opening the car door, a security officer opens the door first.
“Thank you,” said.
The security nodded and smiled.
“There 3.” Dambea replied as he drove the car out the gate.
“But as long as I'm here, haven't even seen Uncle.”'s son He thought Uncle Dambea's son was working at KNS.
“My first family child lives in Kendari with her husband and children.”
“Second child works in Jakarta,”
“And the last one is in college in Makassar.” Dambea Pungkas.
The car enters the port area. Port of Gorontalo. The actual distance of the office with the port is not far. About 10 minutes by car.
When the Car entered the parking area, he asked, “If Uncle Tilamut and Aunt Kabila are his offices where?”
“Pak Tilamuta served as Director at PT. KNS. While Bu Kabila Marketing Manager.”
He nodded.
“If the Director of his office is the same as Mr. Idrus, but if Bu Kabila his office is in the port here.”
Arriving at the port office, they disembarked simultaneously from the car. Security opened the glass doors for them. The security lowered his head for a moment. He knows all the treatment he gets because of the car baapu. And of course Dambea who became a Baapu confidant.
“Include me Dina, assistant Bu Kabila. He was waiting in his room .. please.” Said someone named Dina welcoming her in the office lobby.
He replied by posting a smile.
The office here is smaller. Only 2 floors. And the 1st floor is full of stuff. He was then led to the 2nd floor. By climbing the stairs.
After knocking twice on the door of the room that read ‘manager’, Dina pushed the door open and left it wide open. Aunt Kabila was sitting in her chair. Then look at him briefly.
Aunt Kabila got out of her chair, “You're ready?” Ask.
He nodded, “Ya.”
“Uncle Dam, also follow?” Kabila pointed at Dambea.
“Yes, Ms. .. I was assigned Mr. Idrus to accompany him.”
“Oo .. okay.” At a glance Kabila glanced at it, “Din, if anyone is looking I said I came out for a while.” The message to Dina.
“Good, Mom ...” Dina Sahut.
They went down the stairs to the 1st floor.
“This second office, can also be called warehouse or warehouse. If the big shed is in the back. All goods belonging to customers who will be sent out or in Gorontalo will be accommodated here first.”
He walked beside Kabila. While Dambea followed behind him.
“This is his big warehouse,” Aunt Kabila said as they arrived in a spacious room full of goods. Looks a lot of workers who are moving goods, “ini tools to transport goods with large capacity.” Aunt Kabila pointed at some of the usual tools in the cargo.
“There is hand pallet, hand stacker, forklift, and drum handler.” Aunt Kabila pointed to the tools as her name implies.
“Ah, yes ..one more there is a crane. But it's there on the dock just for big and heavy items like containers.”
“You sure you want to work here? I heard you rejected yamo in his place!” Aunt Kabila sneered. He knew that apart from Baapu and neene, they could not accept the decision to leave assets to him and Ken.
He just smiled awkwardly at her.
“I'll show you the ship KNS.” has Tukas Kabila's. They left the warehousing to the dock using a baapu.
“You feel at home here?” Kabila asked who was sitting next to him. They sat next to each other on the second bench. But the real distance is so far away.
Again, he smiled a little.
“You're lucky to get assets without taking the trouble. Just enjoy.” Sindir Kabila spicy.
Instantly his face faded. He swallowed his saliva. Yes, he knew Aunt Kabila's sentence was true. Honestly, he didn't expect all of that.
“I am here ...”
“Replace yamo?” Cut Kabila fast.
“Should have replaced yamo, Ka Tilamut. Not you. Ka Tilamut first child.” Kabila's headscarf is full of dislike.
While Dambea only glances at the rear-vision mirror.
They're heading to pier 2. Special cargo ship.
“See!” kabila exclaimed while pointing at the large ship was anchored.
Obviously the ship says ‘KM. DEMAS’.
“You know? Why was the ship named after your father?” Ask Kabila. They got out of the car. Staring KM. DEMAS is so big, dashing and sturdy.
“This cargo ship specifically serves goods to and from Java Island. The Gorontalo - Surabaya - Jakarta - Gorontalo route. Capacity 11 thousand tons. Can carry 800 containers. And cruise schedule every week.” Kabila.
“Yamo gave the names of his ships not just like that. There's a philosophical behind it.”
“Like KM. DEMAS,” Aunt Kabila seemed to sigh. “Yahmu has aspirations to study to Java Island. Your father wanted to see the outside world. Even to the point of opposing yamo.”
“Yamo want KM. DEMAS is like your father. Have steel willpower, hardiness and continue sailing spreading benefits for people who need.” Aunt Kabila's eyes look teary. Then threw a glance at the black-and-white ship, shrinking the corner of his eyes in camouflage.
They're headed to docks 3 and 4.
“Here passenger ferry boat.” Kabila said upon arriving there.
“It just so happens to be KM. KABILA is leaning again. The ship served the Gorontalo-Makassar route round trip. In addition to Makassar also serves the route to Boalemo and the port in Central Sulawesi.”
Aunt Kabila is like sparkling again. The face that was sad when telling about his father now looks excited.
“I used to study in Makassar. I don't want to go to college here either. Thanks to your father, yamo finally allowed it, because he did not want to lose a child for a second time. And yes ... KM. KABILA serves the Gorontalo-Makassar route,” a faint smile rises from Kabila's lips.
“Then there was one more ship owned by KNS. Called KMP. TILAMUTA. Ships that serve only Gorontalo-Pagimana (Central Sulawesi-Banggai). The first ship owned by KNS.”
Aunt Kabila chuckles small, “Ka Tilamut does not accept. But this is the sign of yamo love for his children.”
“And you should also know,” Aunt Kabila paused for a moment.
“Yamo is preparing a ship for you.” Kabila's face changed. The one that was shining back faded.
That afternoon they ended their visit to the port. He and Uncle Dambea returned to the KNS office.
He shook his back. The sun was so hot as to show his power.
Upon arrival in front of the office lobby he went down and was immediately greeted by security who had opened the door of his car.
“Uncle, rest ... thank you.” He said to Dambea who was still following him.
“I have to report first to Mr. Idrus.” Kambea.
He puts his shoulders, “Alright .. up to Uncle.”
**
- Everywhere
Danang
After serving in the Knight building Satya Mapolda. In the evening he did farewell with colleagues in a bar and lounge.
Yes, today he officially left the office of Ditreskrimsus and served as the Semarang Police Chief.
The cheers!
Ting.
The sound of glasses clinking due to mixing with each other.
“Congratulations, Ndan.” Said Mr. Banuaji. Subordinates and co-workers even double brother flavor friends.
“Tonight forget him. Sometimes we also need to time.” Banuaji Advice.
He sipped a mocktail that stayed a quarter until it ran aground. Light a cigarette. Suck it deep, then exhale the smoke in the air.
“Ren!” Call Banuaji to Rendra who is sitting at the table next to him.
“Message mojito.”
Rendra nodded.
Almost a month of not meeting the girl made him miss. Let alone a month, a day he felt lost.
Banuaji devouring slice cake occachino, “Commander's love story is really complicated.” Kelakar Banuaji while chuckling.
A waiter placed a glass of mojito in front of him.
He shook.
“Once it's okay, Boss.” Banuaji
While the other colleagues were seen joking with laughter. There was even a dance on the dance floor. The music was accompanied by a loud bang that filled the entire room.
He had to straighten the mojito. It's a little different. Until he frowned holding a slightly strange taste, there was acid, mint and a bit of bitter. But he doesn't care. Tonight he really wants to forget all the fatigue and trouble.
***
Rendra
At midnight he had to drive his boss home. His boss was a little drunk. I don't know how many glasses of mojito his boss has spent. Until Mr. Danang complained his head felt throbbing and dizzy. Understandably his boss never tasted alcoholic beverages.
“To which apartment, Sir?” Ask when the car is on the road.
His superior did not answer. Even his body was half lying on the back bench.
He knew his boss was in trouble with his household. The proof of the last month his boss always went home to his sister's apartment. He never saw his wife again. Even though his boss never told him but, his gurgles could be read.
“Kirei ...” Mumbled Mr. Danang with his eyes closed.
He scrunched his forehead.
The car stopped right in the lobby of his superior's apartment. He suspects Mr. Danang is delirious because he misses his wife. So he took her home to his superior's apartment.
His body is higher than his. Go to the unit on the 10th floor. Pressing the pass code. Yes, he was told several times to take things in his superior's apartment. He has memorized his pass code.
But soon his boss ran to the bathroom. Open the closet and take out all the contents of his stomach there. He had seen that sight for quite a while.
He thins his lips. Come feel the nausea. But he realized, however Mr. Danang is his superior. Even he remained his adjutant in a new place. He quickly took warm water from the dispenser.
“Pak, drink first.” He poured a glass of warm water on his boss who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Sir Danang vertical it several times, “Thank you.” Her speech.
Seeing his boss improve a little. He resigned himself.
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