Love of the Journalist
81. A Clap Of Thunder's
...81. A Clap Of Thunder...
Kirei
He stepped foot to the departure gate. After submitting the boarding pass.
Waving hands at Danang who drove him to the airport.
Last night he had a disagreement with the man about the decision he was going to make. Even though he himself doubted.
“I told you not to worry, (i told you not to worry)”
“I don't want to imprison you just to take care of me.”
“Now live what is in front of you. About Mama's wishes we can think of later.”
This morning it was the same, the man said. “I’m right behind you (i'm behind you).”
The plane carrying him has flown. Although the weather is less friendly. Dark clumps hanging in the sky. Clap of thunder. This partial?
From behind the open window he could see lightning striking. The thunder boomed after him. There was lightning at another corner. So next.
A moment later the voice of the pilot was heard.
“Dear passengers, seat belt sign has lit up. The weather is currently reported to be poor. Please return to your seat and wear a seat belt.”
He sighed. In my heart, keep praying. And the words of the other passengers who began to be noisy and disturbed. But they are definitely in the same feeling. Perpetuation and surrender.
He felt a wobble. The sound of crumbling. The plane was experiencing turbulence. Because it's through thick clouds. The stressful event lasted a long time. And made the whole passenger tense.
The plane returned to the air stable. After passing through the dark clouds. Until the iron bird landed perfectly in Jakarta.
“Kirei!” Someone called him.
He also looked back. Then clucked later.
“Eh, elo?”
“Bomber really!” Ketus Gita's.
“Hurry. Asked by Mas Anton directly to Bogor.” He nodded while continuing to step. Scrunching suitcase.
Followed by Gita beside her, “Our Bareng. Where you are there is also me!”
Gita scraps her pink suitcase. Same with the sneakers she wears.
He chuckles. Gita did not join the roadshow to Sumatra some time ago. Because it is believed to be the makeup artist of a ministerial official who is ngunduh ghost.
“Gue 2 days in Semarang. Denger news from Mas Anton, you also returned. Husband has an accident. How come?”
He looked to the right and left. Look for online taxis that have been booked. After the arrival door.
“Tuh .. tuh. That's not your order? Try tanya.” Gita's proposal that saw a man lift a white paper read, ‘KIREI’
They rushed in the car. When the taxi is booked accordingly.
“It's better, kok.” Legally.
“Gue thought, the cop was hardiness. Turns out the police are human too.” Gita sneers then, “but I salute. Your husband is great, so cool! Kayak Babang Tom Cruise is a member of the IMF. Wuiiihhh ..” His tongue was amazed.
He smiled faintly. His hand rubbed the phone screen. Then read some of Anton's messages.
Anton: Where did you get to?
Kirei: Just exited the airport.
Mas Anton: Try at 1 pm to Bogor. Location I share later.
Kirei: Hopefully, Mas. Smoothly to the destination.
“Kok lo know?” He asked after replying to Anton's last message. He put the phone in a bag.
“Mas Anton's. Who else?! Producer who is so considerate with the boys.” Gita chuckles.
He also smiled. Anton is the best he thought. A caring, appreciative, loyal and responsible boss.
When he was confused. Willing to go home how to fly to Jogja immediately. Heard Danang in an accident. Anton remained patient. Monitor the condition of the aircraft. Until finally he and the rest of the crew can leave for Jakarta.
Then accompany him to the departure terminal to Jogja. Different from the terminal. Not just the important things. Except for things like his birthday yesterday.
The treatment was the same for all his crew.
The car he was riding kept on going. Passing the freeway. But arrived at Semanggi Roundabout heavy rain flushed. The speed of the automatic car is slowed.
“Duh ...” Gita's getting nervous.
“Lo, why?”
“This is what I'm afraid of. I was on a plane.”
He frowned. What relation?
“Word month. Should've gone in the drought. But like the rainy season. It's been flipping through soap operas. What is one sign?” Gita keeps blabbing. Then shudder.
“Macet, Mbak.” Sergea pak driver.
It does. In front of the car, it moves slowly. Then ....
“Well,” timpal Gita, “feeling-ku not good.”
Traffic was totally stuck.
"There was an accident like that, Ma'am." Said the driver.
**
Danang
After taking his wife to the airport. He did not go to the office. But heading for one of the Polsek he was holding. Coordinate there for a while.
Then the car drove to its next destination. Mapolda.
Meeting with the whole Police. Director and Chief officer.
About three hours later the meeting was just over. He asked the driver to take him home.
Mom and Dad were waiting for him at the dinner table. After taking off the shoes and putting them on the shoe rack next to the door. He washes his hands. Then he grabbed the dining chair and sat there.
“Greetings from Mr. Agus,” he said after he handed the plate to the outstretched hand of mama.
“This you ...” Mom pointed at the fried chicken. “Or fish?” ask mama.
“Fish aja, Ma.” Legally.
Then she added rice and vegetables. Shake the plate that has been filled with it to him. Mama served papa.
“Greetings back,” Papa says. “Ma, I want botok.” Papa pinta.
Mama took a botok wrapped in banana leaves on a small plate. Then put it near papa.
“Where is Kirei? Arrived in Jakarta?” Ask mama. Filling his own plate.
“Already. Again to Bogor. There's a talkshow there.”
Papa and himself had finished eating first.
“Sore I'm going to Agus.” Sergey papa.
“Thus Pak Agus wants to meet Papa.”
“Oya, not busy him?” Tukas.
“Kalo he said that, meaning gak.”
Papa and Om Agus are friends. They also run a business together.
“Three more years he retired. Most recently moved.”
Papa leaned his back. Then put the piece of fruit in his mouth.
“How is Om Tarman?” Ask.
“Still in ICU.” Answer papa.
“Before you enter the ICU, he has a message for you with Kirei,”
His forehead shriveled. “Soal ..”
Papa sighed.
“Om Tarman wants to say directly to you.”
“Hopefully ... there is still time to meet you guys.”
“Pa,” next.
Thunder drops blaring without rain ushered. Since this morning, the sky has been adorning the sky. It rained and then stopped.
**
Kirei
Anton: Where is the position?
Type: Jagorawi.
“Now wire, Rei!” Gita Seru.
Since then Gita has been countless clicking the tongue.
Even he scoffed in shock as the rumbling and lightning sounds struck. Plus Gita who squealed.
“Git ...” His growl's stifled.
“Camebut,”
“Iya ... yes ... but .. but ...but ....” Gita stroked his chest.
It shook his head, “Astaghfirullah ..” Exhaling slowly, “call Allah, Git!” pissed-off.
“Eh .. yes ... yes. I was panicked. I think I want to go for a break. But tomorrow back again.” The gita grimaces and then bites her lower lip.
He rolled his eyes.
“Rei, how about?” Gita was uncomfortable with her seat. Repeatedly upright, then leaning. Tilt to the window. A second later threw his back into the backrest.
Lightning and thunder were still circulating in the sky. With such heavy rain.
“Propay, Git.” The drill.
**
Mama
“Kontract Kirei stay how much longer, Nang?” Ask
my mother was sitting in the middle room.
The rain has fallen so hard.
“Maybe two more weeks, Ma.”
“Kirei how? There's a contract plan. Or—”
“Let him finish his contract first, Ma.”
“After that we will talk again,” refute Danang.
“You better stay together, you can watch him. Likewise Kirei can accompany you.”
“Wes it's Danang's business, Ma.” Papa asserts, “mesti Danang wes mikiri about iku (definitely Danang has thought about it).” Tukas.
“Iya, Pa. I just want them to be together.”
“Mama quiet aja.” Danang Tandas.
“Pie your master's lecture? Smoothly?” Ask papa.
Danang smiled wryly. Indeed, in the 2nd semester many things that make the lecture faltered. He also admitted that.
“Honey, better forwarded.” Pungkas.
**
Kirei
After being stuck in traffic, rain and lightning thunder as well as the drama of Gita Sujiwa, he could breathe a sigh of relief. Arrive in Bogor city at 12.40 WIB. Then he sent word to Anton.
Kirei: We have arrived.
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Note :
A clap of thunder is a rumbling sound that usually appears shortly after lightning (bolt of lightning). Or just lightning without rumbling.
The photo was taken in the rain on the Jagorawi Toll Road.
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Sorry in advance up the script faltered for the future. Author again there are affairs in the real world 🙏, the world is halu marginalized temporarily.