Love of the Journalist
79. Half of Me
...79. Half Me...
Kirei
“The forest fires that hit in a number of provinces on the island of Sumatra began to have a wide impact. This morning almost the entire region in the city of Medan and parts of the city in North Sumatra were shrouded in smog.”
“The impact of forest fires is clearly visible in the area of Kualanamu airport in Deliserdang-Sumetara Utara Regency ...”
“Even this morning the smog is getting thick, as a result of which vehicle traffic and aircraft flights at the airport are disrupted.”
“The big hall of Meteorology, Climatology and Geophysics Agency or BMKG in Medan region I revealed, from the results of their observations currently detected as many as 251 fire points spread in Riau and North Sumatra.” News anchor reads the news on one of the televisions.
News this morning on several television stations broadcast about the smog that hit several areas on the islands of Kalimantan and Sumatra.
His eyes kept on the television screen. While occasionally sipping the tea he had just brewed.
Indeed, a week of news about the smog filled the screen of media news both electronic and print. But he never thought that he would experience it himself. Trapped in smoke. Smoke from karhutla has happened many times. It seems to be an endless routine every year.
He walked over to the window, scattering the light brown curtains. The city of Medan was also affected.
He sighed. Two days ago they were able to fly from Aceh to Medan. The smoke haze has not been as thick as it was reported. But now ....
It is even confirmed the last roadshow in the city of Palembang pending or cancel. This morning they should have gone there.
He grabbed a cell phone lying on the bed. Sit on the side of the bed with your legs crossed. Start typing something.
Kirei: What else?
Kirei: So?
His eyes were back on the television screen.
Mas Danang: Again car manasin. So then.
He bit his lower lip. Exhaling slowly.
Kirei: Just be careful!
Kirei : Love you ....
Mas Danang: Love you too.
He changed the television channel.
“Solent smoke fog still envelops Sumatra. In Mandailing Natal-North Sumatra visibility in the morning only reaches 50 meters. Smog also inhibits traffic on the Sumatra.” causeway
The sound of the incoming message took his eyes off the television.
Mr. Anton: Rei, we're waiting downstairs.
He immediately rushed to replace the kimono towel with casual clothes. Mas Anton and the rest of the crew had been waiting for him at the restaurant downstairs.
**
Aksas
This morning he just came from London. It was only fifteen minutes ago. And by noon, the plan will go to the Griyo skyway to accompany the provincial Tourism Office to welcome the number 1 person in the Ministry of Tourism. Because the Minister of Tourism will visit the Griyo skyway and surrounding areas.
Weary.
He put his body in the bed. Two days ago Mas Danang took him for a tour to Bukit Menoreh. Ah, yes that means today.
He got back up. Snatching the slingbag he threw into the mattress just like that when he entered the room.
“Halo Mas ... where?”
“Agela,”
“So?”
“Before ...”
“Ro Rendra?”
“Self. Entered the hospital.”
“Lhoh .. ngerti ngono I melo (know that I come).”
“Halah your! Back to me? I wes meh press desone ki. Cried ketoke (It looks like you! Just got home, huh? I have reached this village. I think exciting).”
“I followed ya,”
“No need. Lapo rep nyuluan. Sasi ngarep. Ning Dieng (No need. Why follow it too. Just next month. To Dieng).”
“Yoweslah ... be careful!”
**
Kirei
He joined the others at the dinner table. See the crew that partially finished their breakfast.
“Sorry, Mas ..” He greased his body in an empty chair beside Anton who was sipping his coffee.
“Worse yet haze.” Anton ambushed, after putting back the coffee cup.
“Roadshow Palembang fix cancel.”
“Flights all delay.”
“We also have resilience here do not know until when!”
Nana says, “Try another route.”
Anton sighed, then leaned his back to the back. “Our neighbor's country complains. We export smoke to it!” then chuckle.
“So this is the last roadshow of Sumatra, Mas?” tanyakanya.
Anton flicked his shoulders, then his forehead shriveled.
“We can't go anywhere. The city of Medan was filled with smoke. Forced to spend in room.” Legally.
“Prepare. Day or afternoon can fly. We immediately unplug.” Pungkas Anton's.
He nodded, continuing to eat soto medan as his breakfast menu choice.
The sun in the day seems hidden. The light is not free to hit because it is blocked by the fog which is even more concentrated.
He's back in his room. Sit on the headboard of the bed. His legs were crossed. Bored. Repeatedly open the social media app. Nothing interesting he thought.
Send a message to her husband.
Kirei: Where are you?
Still tick one ash.
Kirei : Rei resilience in Medan. Smoke everywhere. Roadshow to Palembang in cancel. Addresses can't go back to Jakarta either!
Check one ash.
The next minute tick two. But still ashes.
He sighed.
That guy must be driving. The evidence has not been able to read the message.
He headed towards the minibar. Take one snack of potato chips. And take her to the couch. Seeing the atmosphere outside through the window glass that he opened his curtains. Purposefully. He wanted to monitor the conditions of the smog outside.
Sreek .. krakk.
The sound of the potato chips that he had just opened. Put some chips in his mouth. Then turn the television back on. He sat on the sofa with his mouth chewed and eyes focused on the screen.
“Religious singer filed for divorce after doing polygamy without the blessing of first wife.”
Taps.
He moved the channel.
“Malaysian and Singaporean governments complain of smoke inhalation from Indonesia.”
Taps.
He moved the channel.
“At the smoke haze, 3 tons of salt are stocked in the sky Kalimantan.”
Taps.
He moved the channel for umpteenth time.
“Good morning Miss Gu!”
His lips curled upwards.
**
Rendra
He just took care of all the administration of his mother's hospital. The next morning, my mother was able to leave the hospital. According to the doctor's observation, my mother had dyspepsia. Or a Magh.
Being a boy her only hope is to be able to look after mom at all times. But the burden of work turned out to require him to number two to the family.
Both of his sisters are still in school. She chose to be a single parent after her divorce 10 years ago.
He looked at the face of his mother so well. Shaded. But the rigors of life appear on the sidelines of wrinkles.
After the divorce, mom slammed a bone. Work what is important halal. From selling clothes. Electronics to household appliances. Until mama can have 2 shophouses at this time.
He rubbed the back of my mom's hand. Mama's struggle should be replaced as the first child. In her old age, she should have rested. But that's mama. Obstinately. Strong determination. And of course you want to prove that you can and can uphold your chin without papa.
Ddrrttt .
“Ya ..”.
“Ren, Danang ..”
He stood up and walked away from his bed.
“Why, Mas?”
“Danang .. he was in an accident.”
His lips clenched for a moment. His tongue was just for talking.
“Now brought to the hospital ...” Dasa mentioned a hospital that he came to right now.
He swallowed his mouth rough.
“Ren,” Dasa called him from the end there. Because there is no answer from him.
“Maybe another 15 minutes to get there please you ...”
He can no longer think. I have to prepare everything immediately. Welcome ... oh tell .. oh shit! He cursed because he was confused about what to do. But this should be his responsibility.
He immediately contacted his sisters to take care of his mother. While he must take care of everything so that his boss is quickly handled.
**
Aksas
In the midst of the Minister of Tourism's remarks, his phone vibrated continuously. He reached into his cell phone in his pants pocket.
He glanced for a moment.
Dasa calling ....
It cringes.
But still not ignored it. He put the phone on his side. But after a few seconds the phone vibrated again.
Dasa calling ....
The uncomfortable feeling of tetiba. It was impossible for Dasa to contact him even over and over if not.
Uh.
He shook quickly.
The minister sat back in his place. The event will continue to surround the facilities owned by Griyo and visit the farmers around.
He slightly moved away from the group that began to move.
He called Dasa. The first call was not raised. He tried to contact me a second time.
“Halo, Mas.”
“Where?”
“And accident. Now in hospital ...”
He instantly took a thousand steps leaving Griyo. After previously sending a message to Kasih.
**
Kirei
He fell asleep after moving from the couch to the bed. The cartoon show 2 children headed plontos magic from the opposite country that many confiscate Indonesian children until changed with the soap opera event.
“Jam three,” his murmur saw from the screen of the phone he turned on.
He rose from his sleep. Wiggling briefly. Then look at the window glass.
“Still the same,” he lamented.
Body slumped. His head was placed on the headboard
It opens a green chat app. Chat message for Danang still tick two grays. The sign has not been opened at all. What else is reading it! Huh.
He breathed a heavy breath.
Almost a day did not get news from her husband it seems there is less. Plus the activity is just waiting for the certainty of the smog to pass. Makes him bored.
She tried to call her husband's number. Tone is continuous but not lifted.
He blew out his protruding pony hair covering both of his eyes. Then exhale Roughly.
But not how long the phone was ringing.
Rendra callings ....
Quickly yes reply, “Ya, Ren.”
“Mbak ...”
Rendra recounted the disaster that befell the man. And concluded,
“Mas Danang has been treated by a doctor. His condition is pa-pa. Mbak Kirei don't worry.”
Again, he exhaled heavily along with his closed eyes. It felt like if he could also come there at this moment. But he can't do anything. Can only pray. Hope the strength of God's hand plays for him.
Although Rendra said ‘it's okay’ but he won't believe it before seeing his own condition.
“Mas ... I, I want to go home.” He said when the phone connection to the producer was connected.
Sound decakkan from the end is clearly heard, “Rei, airport's latest info is still closed. We are not bis—”
“Mas Danang accident. I can't be gini, Mas.” Cut it. His tone was full of worry.
“OK .. okay. Calm yourself. If there is a flight as soon as I call.”
“Quiet, Okay!” Pinta Anton's.
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