Love of the Journalist
72. To Be Continued ....
...72. To Be Continued .......
Kirei
The surprise continued the next day. She meets Gita Sujiwa as her makeup artist.
“Gue not expecting to see you again.” The words that came out as Gita cleaned her face. He sat in a dressing chair. Raised face.
“Gue kira, lo is still on TVS,” he added.
“Gue works where anyplace, Rei. It's okay there. Here more okay.”
He chuckles.
“Lagian lo says no news. I'm not even sure I am. It has been a success of a lot of money. My human macem forgotten!” Gita put toner on her face.
“Gue nitip same message kids. Very sori. At that time I was in a hurry,” he closed his eyes when Gita put a moisturizer. Then flatten it with his fingers.
“Delivered anyway, just shocked. Lo ngedadak go. I'm going to Gorontalo?” ask Gita. Then apply a layer of foundation and flatten with a makeup sponge.
“Free 2 months,”
“Eh snapped,” Gita reached into his phone which read several times in his bag stored in the next chair. Gita's face changed. Cringing. Then it sounded authentic ‘astaga’ while closing his mouth. After the phone call is cut off. Gita put her phone on the dresser.
“Lo has not been?” Ask Gita.
“What?” The leg doesn't understand.
“Aldi ... Aldi got drug raids.”
He nodded, not believing. “Can't be!” Rebuttals.
“That's it, I don't believe it either! But this is accurate, there is no way Mas Agung gave false news.”
The news of Aldi being netted by the raids slightly disturbed his mind. The man even had time to gather the day before his departure to Jakarta.
**
Kirei
Every week he has to roadshow goes to campus continuing the old program replacing the previous host. Then on the sidelines of the roadshow, he also had to shoot a talk show that he brought.
The first week is still around Jakarta. Second week in Bandung. Then the third week to the city of Surabaya and Malang.
“Sorry, Rei can't be long, Ma.” She said when she met Mama Anita at her bakery store. He stole the time which was only 2 hours break. Because in a day he visited 2 campuses at once.
“Greetings to Papa.” It's a pity that this time the meeting couldn't meet papa. Mama said, papa's going to Jember.
Then the fourth week he had to fly to Makassar. Hope to meet Maega in the city. But it turns out, “I again docked in Kendari.” Maega.
Three days in Makassar he returned to Jakarta just when the sun was just a moment ago back to the contest.
Tired beyond measure. He walked in the lobby of his apartment. It felt like his body was crumbling dimly. For almost a month he was preoccupied with filming and roadshows. But all seemed to fall when he saw the man he missed standing spread out his arms to greet him.
He immediately hugged her. No matter where I am anymore. Only one wish vented his misses.
Two weeks ago during an appointment with the man. Which was planned. Must be canceled because his departure to Surabaya and Malang was advanced. Disappointed, must be extinct longing who do not know when to meet. I didn't expect much from then on.
But today he was really happy.
“Mas when is it coming?” I asked when they were in the elevator. Their hands are still holding each other.
“One hour ago, maybe.”
“Hah! Why not tell me?” His grunt. He felt bad for the man.
“Keep if I tell you, surely you can come as soon as possible?”
He swallowed his mouth, he thought too. But ....
Ting.
Elevator door opens.
“Sorry to Mas Danang waiting ...” Her great-grandchild.
Precisely the man ruffled his hair, “The important thing we have met, right?”
He pushed the door of his unit after entering the pass code.
But as soon as the man wanted to embrace him he held Danang's chest with his right hand, and his left hand silenced his own mouth. Then go to the bathroom.
Spewed out all the food he ate an hour ago into the closet.
“Sayang ..” Danang. Scrunching his nape slowly, “you're sick?”
He shook his head, then took out his stomach. His stomach is like being stirred. This time it was just liquid. His mouth was suddenly bitter. Cold sweat. And he felt a little dizzy.
He pressed the flush button. Then try to stand up straight even though staggering. With the help of the man, he cleaned his mouth in the sink.
And he broke it until he sat down on the edge of the bed. The man stuck the back of his hand on his forehead. His forehead wrinkled.
“Pusing?” Ask Danang.
He nodded slowly. Inching her body. Help her to make a pillow.
“Ya already, you just rest.” The man rubbed his forehead, stood up and picked up a warm drink and helped him drink it.
***
Danang
He pulled the sleeping pajamas out of a pile of clothes in the closet. “Let's be comfortable changing clothes first,” he said after sitting on his wife's side lying down. Without waiting for approval, he took off the buttons of the shirt Kirei was wearing.
“Mas .. let me be the same later,” Kirei held his arm when he would unbutton two.
“Lagian Mas Danang is also still cape, right?”
His hand still stopped there. He looked at Kirei.
“Mass ...”
“You're sick again, there's no way I'll do that.” He continued to unbutton the next button. It looks like a red wrapper popping out from behind it. Highly contrasting and challenging with her white and clean skin. Undeniably, it has been a month long he held back the longing and desire to .... Ah, but his reasoning was still one level above his passion. He can still overcome.
Opening Kirei's shirt and replacing him with sleeping pajamas. But he hesitated a little. When you have to remove a skirt as limited as a calf Kirei. He closed his eyes for a moment. Both of his hands had removed the hook behind his wife's waist and lowered the zipper. Smooth flat stomach, then down the triangle of bermuda which is also red appears to wrap the hemisphere so desired. It seemed that for this one his desire was already two levels above his reasoning. He closed his eyes again and held the desire that was already on the edge of the horn.
“Yang below let me just, Mas.” Sergey Kirei.
He seems to be able to read his mind. While his hands are still hanging holding a skirt that has come down to the middle of his wife's thigh.
He was a little relieved to hear that sentence. Although he actually did not. Seeing Kirei who was still limp rose from his sleep then slashed the skirt. So that it is so clear and real waist to feet that it is challenging to explore. He shook his head, grabbed a blanket to cover it, but a moment later,
“I don't want to wear a blanket. Sultry!” Tukas Kirei was wearing satin shorts.
“Serious?” It cringes. He thinks the temperature in his room is right. Not cold and hot.
**
Kirei
“Mas, wake ...” He leaned over, rubbing the man's cheek. While Danang only replied, “hmm,”
“Let's miss the plane,”.
Danang is still flinching.
With a quick motion he kissed the cheek of the man to get up quickly. And it turns out that's the sure way. Danang opened his eyes, “What time?”
“Jam 5,” says while upholding his body.
“You've done it?” He took a shower and looked fresher. Even though I still use my sleeping pajamas.
He nodded, “I have today tapping. Later abis lunch.”
“Buruan, shower. Rei is ready for breakfast.”
“But I want another breakfast.”
It was like thinking, biting his lower lip. Then sit on the edge of the bed side by side with the man who was already leaning on the head of the bed. “Mas Danang want what? Let me pesenin.” Although it feels impossible to find breakfast this early with a mepet time span. At 8 o'clock we have to arrive at the airport.
“Atau Mas Danang can run at the airport what he wants. Soto, fried rice, porridge, sandwiches, it's all there. If now ...”
The man pulled his arm. He who is not ready immediately plunged into Danang's chest.
Not that he didn't want it, but ....
And they held him so tightly. “I wish you were here,” whispered the man right in his ear. Make instantly the fluffy feathers nape bristles and spread throughout the body.
Coded. This is the whisper code in the heart. Even he wants that.
“Mas ...” He hugged his embrace. Cravings deeply while closing your eyes. Feeling the scent of the man, the man she missed so much.
Without words and words, everything moves according to the heart. Not logic and reason anymore. Except for burning desire. Even the plane ticket was nothing. Everything seems worthless when it comes to the melting of longs.
With a hunting breath as if all were chasing each other with time.
His sleeping pajamas were already dated strewn across the floor. Leave 2 top and bottom cover dark purple.
The man above him stared at him. Then cringing, “The color is replace?”
He who is half conscious because he feels being floated in the clouds aghast, “Hah?!”
“I like the color red,” the man is ambush. But deftly remove the hook behind his back and throw it just like that. I don't know where it landed.
He who is not ready to begin again, his lips are locked. Forced to hold his breath. Because Danang made him float again. Give what is needed. Serving like a king to his queen. All like a flash but real. He felt. He's enjoying. Even fall asleep to the crib.
That man's treatment really made him happy.
Brief unification but made them explode at the end of the meeting. A short meeting to end that day.
He waved as the taxi carrying the man moved slowly away.
Two tears followed her departure. It turns out his longing is so torturous.
But the next moment he smiled in embarrassment. Shaking head. Remembering their behavior a moment ago.
“Mas has passed 10 hours,” they fell asleep after activities that were so tiring but melenakan. Danang had to rebook the plane ticket. It also means losing money for free.
With easy the man replied, “Can order again.”
He sighed. It was so easy for the man to talk.
“Something kangen .. want to be kissed,” Danang said. Pouted him.
“But not so,” the salad while clucking.
He was about to get up, but the man held him back.
“I'm still missing, cankah—”
Hang sentences. Without his consent and response. He was ambushed back. The man restrained it, not letting a single inch pass through every bend, climb, descent, mound and extreme places that make strange vibrations and waves in his stomach tickle. Removing the heat of the tub by electric shock.
However, Danang's cell phone ringing repeatedly brought them back home. Go home with compulsion.
Yes, Rendra told his superiors that there was a meeting with the entire ranks of the main officials and the Police Department at 2 p.m.
“Ren can be downloaded? Change day?” He does the bargaining process. Lobbying his subordinates to continue the one that was delayed. Isn't that something that always tortures? Although it was the second round.
“Sorry, Sir. It has been delayed twice. Since two weeks ago. It was supposed to be 10 on the meeting schedule. But ...” Rendra took the initiative to rewind at 2pm. Because it is not clear the existence of his superiors.
The man rubbed his face. Ruffling her hair.
“I have since contacted Father not appointed. My message was not read. I think—”
Danang directly cut, “Sori .. sori, the plane there is a technical error. So the flight was delayed. Now I'm heading to the airport. Please pick me up later at the airport.”
“I am from 9 o'clock, sir is waiting at the airport. I think the plane from Jakarta at 08.15 as scheduled.”
And again, again collapsed the authority of a Danang Barata Jaya. A figure who is famous for being perfectionist, assertive, disciplined, and timely. I don't know what else he'll make.
She smiled to see her husband.
“Mas want to continue or?” Challenge her while thinning her lips.
“To be continued ...”
The man rushed straight to the bathroom.
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