Love of the Journalist
78. The Light Of God's
...78. The Light Of God's...
Kirei
The first day he arrived on the island of Sumatra when the sun was tilted to the west. He and the team immediately headed to the hotel where the next two days of roadshow program implementation began from the tip of Sumatra. The Banda Aceh.
It takes about 25 minutes from Sultan Iskandar Muda airport to the four-star hotel they will occupy.
Tired as if it paid off with a view that stretches from behind the glass window of the room. 5 Floor. You can see the landmark of Banda Aceh. Baiturrahman Grand Mosque.
He was amazed. What a pleasure he has been lying about all this time.
But he remembered. His phone died because it ran out of power. Maybe someone on another island is waiting for news.
As soon as he connected the power line to the source, the phone's screen lit up and a moving battery sign started charging.
The sound of shalawat tarhim before I looked at azan magrib was heard from the minaret of the mosque around the hotel. So shady. Sink. And make his heart rustle.
He rushed to the bathroom, cleaned himself up.
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Anton
“How?” Ask Nana before entering the room. The room he was in faced with Nana's room.
“Oke.” The production assistant gave a thumbs up.
This is the last roadshow. This means that the program borne by jawabi is automatically completed.
But ending does not mean finishing. There is no continuation. In the future he and the team have a new program. What is certain is that his expectations are more than his current achievements. He sat on the couch, reached for a cell phone in his pants pocket.
“Rei,” said when phone connection lifted.
“Ya, Mas .. how?”
“Jam 8 later we briefing briefly.”
“Oke,”
“We meet below.”
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Kirei
His body is fresher and ready to accept tomorrow's activities. Three days in Jakarta with a stack of work assignments, making him tired.
At least the last roadshow that will be lived can divert his mind.
He sighed.
After informing her of her whereabouts to her husband. Also got word from Danang he breathed a sigh of relief. There's nothing to worry about. Her husband is fine. Although a strange dream last night made him riled and unsettled.
He arrived at the hotel ballroom which will be the event venue for 2 days. Some teams are waiting there.
“Hei, Mas .. Have you eaten?” Ask some of the production crew who were seen sitting on the dining table chairs. Empty plates were seen strewn across the table.
“Already ... new down?” Ask one of the campers' crew to her.
“Iya, had slept for a while earlier,” said. He's approaching the food buffet table. Take some menu there. Then he sat on an empty chair with a table alone.
He enjoyed the mouthfuls that went into his mouth.
Then he looked up when two people placed the dishes on his dining table.
“Ikut join.” Said Nana who was already sitting down without waiting for her answer.
Then Anton sat down next to him.
“First to Sumatra?” Ask Anton without looking at him.
He has spent his dinner, “Iya.”
“What do you think?”
He smiled, “Seru anyway ...”
“After the event is finished we can enjoy the city of Banda Aceh before going to Medan.” Tuke Anton.
“But there are conditions .. tomorrow's event must be a success.” Imbuh Anton's.
He smiled, “Terms that seem easy but originally hard,”
And the briefing event that took almost 2 hours ended in surprise for him.
Happy birthday to you ...
Happy birthday to you ...
Happy birthday .
Happy birthday to Kirei ...
He sighed. Then smilingly stared one by one the production crew standing around him. Who accompanied him during the roadshow and talk show all this time. They are like friends and relatives to him.
He wiped the corner of his watery eyes.
Anton throws a birthday cake on top of which is stuck with a candle that is burning.
The crew cheered, “Tiup .. inflatable.”
He closed his eyes for a moment and blew out the candle. Applause was applauded by everyone in the room.
“Thank you for everything,” he said haru. I didn't expect to be given a surprise like this. His birth date has been a few days.
“Sori is late,” Anton chuckles, “should have been right in Jakarta yesterday. But look you're busy and the kids have a hard time getting together.” Connect Anton.
After chatting for a while and cutting the cake handed out to the crew. They disbanded. Resting the body to meet the activities of tomorrow.
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Danang
Rendra handed over some files on his desk.
He opened one by one sheet by sheet the file. Read it, correct it and then give a small note for the file that needs to be repaired. While the appropriate file he broke the signature.
“Done,” murmured.
“Where? Already fixed tomorrow Saturday?” Ask Rendra who is still standing in front of his desk.
“Your room, Ren. Formal sook.” Ejeknya.
“Where's the trajectory? Nantang gak?” Imbuhnya.
“It seems more challenging than the paths we have been through, Mas.”
“OK. Deal. Saturday if there is sliding work, back or forward if you can. Anyway off. Except ...”
Rendra chuckles, “Except boss,” said Rendra.
“More pinter you, Ren!” He satirized and chuckled later.
**
Kirei
Enthusiasm of the roadshow participants boomed. He did not expect the welcome for them to be truly extraordinary.
Even many students from Sabang City were arriving.
The event was filled with workshops on basic journalistic techniques. Then the inspiring talk filled by young and talented inspirational speakers in the field of broadcasting. Not to forget other activities such as career corner, campus-preunuer and campus competition.
The event was festive. Closed with a smile by the participants and of course the production team.
He threw his body in the bed. Two days is pretty exhausting. But he was satisfied.
Anton and his production crew take him for a walk in the afternoon. Before tomorrow morning they fly to the field.
The Aceh Tsunami Museum is the first destination. He and Nana came down from the bentor.
Walking together occasionally joking with laughter. He and Nana who were not too close were more silent. For some reason since the incident the trash news about him evaporated, as well as his relationship with Nana. Feels tasteless. Every day they meet. But the intensity of the meeting was not also able to melt the atmosphere between them. Nana seemed to make a span for him.
He and his entourage entered the museum area after paying for tickets.
"Photos used to make mementos," one of the crew said.
They took pictures in the front area. From the outside of the building looks decorative ornaments representing the culture of the people of Aceh.
His company entered the based floor. There is a large building area. Some rooms describe the track record of the tsunami in 2004. There is also a diorama of ships hit by a tsunami storm including ships owned by PLTD floating.
Then he and his entourage passed through a rumbling alley. On the right and left are stone walls filled with water. With azan voice backsound. The splashing sound of water seemed to add to the aura of sensation as if it was in a tsunami wave. Heart's rustling. His emotions were really stirred. Able to feel the state of people who experienced disaster at that time.
His feet continued to move towards the next room. The memorial hall. All information about the tsunami that hit Aceh at that time was explained in this area.
He was stunned when he entered a cave-like room named ‘the light of god’. Obviously the names of the tsunami victims were plastered all over the wall. Hundreds thousands. He could clearly read the names. His heart rippled back. My hair is goosebumps. His eyes are now heating up. What else is added with a dim atmosphere accompanied by the chanting of holy verses of the Quran.
Now he and the team continue to step foot following the winding room that is famous for space of confuse. Until they could see a bright light after entering the bridge of hope.
Entering the next floor they are treated to library learning media including props, 4D rooms, and souvenirs.
Satisfied. There is a lot of wisdom to be learned from this museum. One of them is that man is a weak, small creature before the Creator. There is no effort if tests and disasters hit. Only one place depends on Him, the Lord of all nature.
He was bowed when both his hands looked up in prayer. Pretty long. Finished from visiting the Aceh tsunami museum earlier. He and his entourage to the Baiturrahman Grand Mosque. Praying magrib there.
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Danang
He has been packing since this morning. With Rendra and an offroad group that will do a tour in Menoreh Hill.
This time he was driving a Jeep CJ7 series. From the exit of the gate of his house to the place of the gathering point.
“Yakin, Would you like to yourself?” Rendra's birthday was convincing for the second time. When they arrived in Magelang city. Rendra had to go home because her mother was in the hospital. There was a hint of doubt in Rendra's heart.
“Try threesome, Mas.” Rendra gave advice. All offroad participants are in pairs.
It's clucking, “Lo thinks, guts I screwed Ren. Without companion!” Exclaims.
Rendra thinned her lips. Actually, Rendra hesitated to let his boss alone.
“There!” throw him out while shaking hands.
“Be careful, Mas.” Rendra's message before his superior's car darted leaving him. He waved as the speeding offroad troupe in the back of his superior car gave a farewell horn.
As team leader and club leader, Dasa always reminded. Security matters. Prudence. And compactness.
They started early from Menoreh Village. Take a different path that is more challenging. The team will meet at Watu Kendil. As the offroad peak before finally returning home at the starting point.
Challenging area. A very steep road. Winding. Rocky and of course left right steep cliffs that are ready to hit if not full of calculations.
He continued to drive his car past his friends who were far behind. This was the first time for him to travel here. A little thrill and challenge. It was not in vain that he left today he thought.
The area through which it gets more and more steep. He continued to try to concentrate fully on the condition of the road he passed. The more upward the more demanding caution and accuracy. When the derivative he is more spur speed.
But unfortunately, he was surprised by a wild boar that was passing by. At full speed he attempted to control the accelerator, brake and clutch pedals simultaneously.
But his business actually made the car he drove turn 180 degrees and then mired into the abyss.
“Mas Danang what again? Not why, right?”
“Rei is afraid something will happen to Mas Danang. Last night ... I had a bad dream.”
“Thankful ... Mas Danang is fine.”
“I hope I see you again soon,”
“I love you ...”
The last piece of conversation over the phone with Kirei passed as his car continued to mired into the valley.
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The author did not elaborate on the tsunami museum of Aceh. Because I forgot a little. I visited there a long time ago in 2015. Mostly forgot 🤭. Can you input if anyone remembers 😁.
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