Love of the Journalist
62. The Modunggaya Pooli
...62. The Modunggaya Pooli...
Kirei
Tonight he and Ken pack up for their long journey. It took five days as scheduled to arrive at Benoa-Bali Port.
“Definitely quiet again, this house without Mbak Rei,” said Asti sedu.
Asti helped put the souvenirs in the other suitcase. While the red suitcase containing her clothes was ready. Stored on the side of the closet.
Uncle Tilamut doesn't live here. So did Aunt Kabila. They'll only come here if they're free and there's a need.
“Mbak Rei when else to come here?” Ask Asti next.
He chuckles, “Asti ... Asti, leave yet. I was asked when to come here again,” then shook his head.
“When are you going to Java? If you go there, say yes.”
“Pengen, Ma'am. But when, yeah?” Asti asked back.
“Need from now,”
“As, titip Baapu and Neene, yes? Please let me know if there's anything. Thank you all this time you are the same Bi Una keep and accompany them.” Her speech.
“Quiet, Mbak. I've considered Mr. Idrus and Mom like my grandmother and grandfather.”
“Still, Asti.” They hugged each other. For two months, Asti has been like a friend to him.
The next night after chatting in the living room he asked Baapu and Neene to sleep together.
Ken only glared at him as a sign of disagreeing with his decision. But not the digubrisnya.
He just wanted to spend a little time with them. Before leaving Gorontalo.
Sleeping between baapu and neene. Neene's hand. Until they are completely asleep.
He shook hands with Uncle Dambea, Laira, Aunt Kabila and Uncle Tilamuta alternately.
“Goodbye, Rei. Come here often. Visit Yamo,” order Uncle Tilamuta. For the first time he heard a long and attentive sentence from Uncle Tilamuta.
“Still, Uncle.” Legally.
“I'm sorry, Aunty. We all love you ... be as you want.” Aunt Kabila patted her shoulder. Then they hugged each other, “you always remind me of your father.” His whisper was right in his ear. Aunt looks shrunk the corner of her eye.
He nodded, “Thank you for everything, Bi.”
“Be careful, Rei. Good luck to the destination. Your room and your belongings have been prepared all,” said Laira.
“Thanks, Bang ...” He smiles. Then whisper, “titip my company, yes ..” and chuckle afterwards.
He throws a smile at Uncle Dambea, “Thank you very much, Uncle.”
Uncle Dambea replied to him, “Sama-sama, Rei.
See you soon.”
He kissed the back of Baapu's hand, then slid into his arms.
“Be careful. Always tell me.” Baapu message. He rubbed his back.
They hugged for a long time. Longing to know when else will meet.
Then alternately squandered in neene embrace.
“Greetings to Mommy,” says neene while waving.
He who could not hold back his tears, only a few steps away from Baapu and neene, turned his body. Then he went back to his grandfather.
“Baapu and neene should be healthy. Keep health. Rei will be back here again ..” Her crying is breaking.
His shoulder was patted several times by baapu, “Baapu always pray for you.” Kissing the head of the grandson. “Depart.”
He nodded, clenching once more neene. Then entered the ramp door.
He and Ken stood on the main deck, left hand clutching the iron barrier, while right hand waving at the baapu and neene below. Similarly, the other passengers who gave the last farewell before the ship sailed on relatives who delivered.
Nahkoda rang the distilled ship 2 times a sign of preparation is finished and ready to sail. Shortly after the third flute, the ship moved away from the dock towards its next destination.
The shadows of baapu and neene and the escorts grew smaller and less visible as the ship moved away and left Gorontalo Port.
“Gorontalo .. de modunggaya pooli (until we meet again).” Mumbled.
“Rest, Rei ...” Ken drove him to the front door of the room after returning from the lunch restaurant. Their rooms face each other.
VIP Room on the 3rd floor. One area with 1st class room, mini cinema, cafe and bar, restaurant and gym.
He sat on the sofa facing the window. Which comes straight out. The view of the sea water that glitters as if it can reflect any object on it.
Slowly he took out a rectangular object from inside his bag lying on the table.
For a long time he did not see his social media, even reply to chat and messages from his friends. Luckily wifi facilities are embedded in VIP room service and class 1.
Once you open the ig social media application, there are hundreds of messages that enter and remain old. From the start of his fans while on TVS, college friends, TVS friends and ....
Rendra.
Yes, Rendra aide Mas Danang who deliberately tagged his name when the man posed was playing paragliding in Bandungan.
His heart suddenly thumped. The man gallantly wore sunglasses and paragliding gear.
He wiped his picture. Without he realized and accidentally actually gave ‘tap love’ on the look of the photo.
Many comments accompanied the photo below. It is dominated by the Eve. And all agreed that men were their dreams.
There's a pinch of sneak. Got lost? Wretched? Or angry?
It is not usually the man who posted photos on his social media. Even the photos in his ig can be counted with his fingers. It was never a photo alone. He also never wore a uniform of pride.
His fingers quickly opened the profile of the man's account. Because they follow each other.
Looks like the man has not been active there for a long time. Even the last post, when they break open together with the karateka children. That too candidly.
Then ....
He just found out if there is a photo of him in the post that is standing behind the bazar stand. The HUT Bhayangkari.
By caption,
‘I am on top of the world if I am with you (i am happy if I am with you)’.
Unknowingly his lips curved upwards.
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Danang
Last night he came home in the early hours of the arrest of two suspected PSK killers online. He was forced to give hot lead to one of the suspect's legs. Both tried to escape.
Suspects initialed DDK (23) and IS (19) arrested in Pusponjolo area. After four days of being a fugitive. During those four days, the suspect fled to several cities.
His body rested for 3 hours. That was in his office too. Because in the morning he had to follow the apple standby in Mapolda.
“Ren, take me home.” His message to Rendra after the apple standby is over.
For a few weeks he worked hard. Two more months without the girl made it workaholic again.
The car was perfectly parked in front of the house. He rushed into the house. Without even looking at the slightest Darmo who was cleaning the courtyard.
“Back, Sir.” Sapa Darmo bowing.
But her employer was indifferent.
“Mo!” Call Rendra.
“Iya, Sir,” said Darmo approaching Rendra.
“Iki, kumbahono klambine Bos (this, wash clothes Boss).”
Rendra handed Darmo a tote bag.
“Terus, tase filled meneh klambi sing resik (continue, the bag is filled again with clean clothes).” Rendra understood his superior condition. As long as there is no wife, Rendra prepares all his needs. Includes a change of clothes that must be standby in the car. Because his boss spent more time outside than at home.
Darmo replied, “Beres.”
Darmo the 1st child man was in charge of cleaning the house and garden. His wife Yumah was in charge of washing and cooking.
For two months Danang also no longer live in an apartment. Except for the official house that he intended.
He took off his uniform just like he was lying on the sofa in the room. Wearing only a t-shirt and trousers he threw his body on the mattress. His body and mind were tired. Resting for a moment in the office room just lying on the sofa was only enough to reduce drowsiness. But it does not reduce fatigue.
Just now he was asleep, the sound of his phone ringing roared and floundered due to the full mode of sound and vibration that was seeting at once.
“Oh ... damn!” Umpatnya.
His head feels heavy. It even felt swirling as it tried to get up to reach the phone that he threw carelessly somewhere.
Holding his head, he circulated the look looking for the position of the mobile phone.
It turned out that cell phones and firearms were lying on the couch in the uniform of his boss.
Trying to stand up despite staggering. His head was throbbing violently. He was knocked down as soon as he arrived on the sofa.
“Ya ..” His eyes closed as his eyes closed. He felt his head still circling.
“Report Commander! Operation Antique Temple recapture 3 TSK.”
“Good,” now he is kneading his temple.
“Bapak Wakapolres ..”
“I'll be here in 15 minutes.” Cut it.
“Good, Sir.”
He rushed to the bathroom. Wash your face to remove drowsiness that is still ambush. Although his head still feels heavy, but there is no question. Put on a new uniform. Then out the room.
“Ren.” Call him when he arrives in the middle room. Opening the saji hood on the dining table.
There is his favorite lodho chicken, kailan, perkedel and peyek beans.
“Ya, Mas ..” Rendra who was sitting on the sofa while watching television approached, stood beside her.
“Eating,” haggling. They had no breakfast this morning. It's almost noon. Breakfast was too late, he thought.
Yumah came to bring 2 glasses of water.
“If it's not good, say yes, sir. Because Ibu Anita just said my favorite food Mr. aja,” said Yumah who had only cooked several times for her employer. A few days after she worked at home, Anita's mother called her. Tell what food is liked and not by the employer. Feeling no response from his employer, Yumah passed away leaving those who were devouring his cooking.
But new Yumah will step into the kitchen, Danang said, “Agak Asin his chicken.”
Yumah turned around.
“Mating license yo, Yu ..” Kelakar Rendra's.
Yumah blushed. “Besok-tomorrow gareme. (Tomorrow minus the salt)”
After eating they chatted for a while while smoking cigarettes. For him, cigarettes are now his second friend after a busy life.
Rendra occasionally looked at the screen of his phone. Surfing on his social media on the sidelines of time.
But for a moment his forehead creased.
Then smile grinning.
“Why, Lo?” His sergeant saw Rendra's behavior. People go crazy because of social media. Smile at your own smile.
In fact, many cases are handled because of social media. Though only 2 fingers but ended up behind bars. Miris.
So now there is a lot of advice, that your finger is your tiger. Be wise to use your fingers for comfort.
“It looks like someone misses the same Mas Danang,” Rendra fishing line.
He raised an eyebrow next to her, “Who?”
“Ck, who else is across there?” Deftly, Rendra can scan the presence of people who are stalking his social media.
“Telug Tomini.” Rendra with a big smile.
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