Love of the Journalist
83. Best Ever Had
...83. Best Ever Had's...
Kirei
He arrived in Jakarta as Sandyakala painted his light. The excitement and density of vehicles and people on the streets became a complement to accompany his slow-moving car.
“Introduction, yes, Git.” The car stopped right in front of the lobby. He who was sitting on the second bench got out of the car and waved his hand.
“See you .. tomorrow!” Reply Gita.
“Mas, thanks ...” The impact was on Anton who was sitting behind the wheel after opening the wide window glass. He was standing on the right side of the car.
“Sama-sama, Rei. Happy resting.”
Anton's car slowly left his apartment building. Join a vehicle on a highway that looks densely creeping.
After cleaning himself still wearing a kimono towel and drying his wet hair with a small towel. Walk to the balcony. Opening wide glass doors. The expanse of the towering tall building decorated with flickering flickering lights instantly ambushed his eyes.
He sighed.
“Ganjar,” murmured.
Yesterday afternoon he met Ganjar in Bogor. Unexpectedly.
“Kirei,”
He looked up when his name was called.
Suddenly he stood up when the man near him was his friend Ganjar.
“How are you?” Ganjar extended his hand.
“Good, I'm good.”
“Bby ... sit down,” Ganjar pointed to the empty seat next to it. Coincidentally, the cafe table in which he occupied consisted of 4 chairs.
“Bby .. can. Please.” He sat back down.
“I didn't expect to see you here. Coincidentally I also met another client in Bogor.”
“A long time .. We did not meet. Since we graduated kayaknya,”
“What I heard from Jidan you became a journalist in the television media,”
“Congrats! I know you could do it. (Congratulations! I know you can get it)”
He still listened to Ganjar speak. Then review thin smile, “Still, Gan.”
“I also just found out you brought a program on TV. Anyway, I saw your show during in Indonesia.”
He smiled awkwardly, “Oya?”
“Ya, just a month since I've been here.”
He saw Gita staring at Ganjar, “Sorry ... knowsin. This is my friend Gita.”
They shake hands with each other.
“So the story finished filming?” I asked him to talk again. At first glance, he looked at Gita and turned to her.
He nodded.
“I'm disturbing, aren't I?”
He nodded and smiled faintly.
“Kata Jidan some time ago you snorted. Roadshow over there?”
“Iya, meet Jidan with Fika.”
Ganjar sighed. “Kangen also same kids.” Mumbled.
“Bby ... request your mobile number?” pinta Ganjar took her phone out of the bag.
Momentary pause.
Then he nodded, and said his cell phone number. Followed Ganjar who type save in the memory of his phone.
He threw a glance at the crew who had finished packing the equipment, “Sorry, Gan. I think the crew is done,”
“I'm happy with them.” He glanced at Gita, who had been a listener.
“Ooh .. okay! Not what. Anyway it's gonna be night. When can—”
He and Gita got up from the chair.
“Ya ... sometime we connect again.” He's mutating.
The sound of his phone ringing loudly made him go back into the room.
Mas Danang calling ....
“Mas ...” Sit on the edge of the bed.
“How is your day going so far? (how was your day?)”
“Good. Mas Danang what else?”
Mas Danang turned the call into a video call.
He could see the man sitting in his chair.
“Still in the office.” Danang Sahut.
“Not home?”
“There's still a little more work,”
Pause for a moment. He looked at the man closely.
“New shower?”
He nodded. Then put his body in the bed. With feet hanging down.
“Mas ...”
“Hemm ...” Danang who had seen his computer screen switched to see it. Their eyes were ringing each other through the screen.
“Rei,” call Danang. Because he was silent.
“Are you okay?”
He was still staring at the screen in front of him. Not blinking for a second.
“My dear ...”
He nodded.
“When is the schedule to see a doctor?”
“Two weeks away.” Legally.
“Miss you ...”
Sound from across the chuckle, “Really?” Danang raised one eyebrow.
“Wicked iih .. dikangenin don't believe!” Spray, “ngeselin ...” Imbabuh.
The man chuckled back.
“Rest ... have a sweet dream!”
**
Kirei
This morning he was working as usual. Before heading to the office, a message came in his phone.
The Day: Morning! Hopefully this day will make you feel better (Morning! Hopefully this morning makes you feel better).
Mas Danang: Love you ....
Her lips are perfectly inflated.
Kirei: All the best to my husband. Love you too.
Arriving at the office, he headed straight for his room. Reading scripts. Reviewing guest star biography. And see the results of the recording that is ready to show. Then exercise, exercise and exercise.
“Where?” Anton asked as they were in the production room.
“Good, Mas. Satisfied.” It shakes the thumb.
“Berkat lo too. Because you are in control.”
He published a smile. “Our great team, Mas.”
“Oya, what about my offer yesterday?” Ask Anton. At dinner in Bogor, Anton offers a new contract of cooperation. Of course with a new program as well.
He flinched.
“You’re the best host we’re ever had, Rei (you're the best host we've ever had, Rei).”
He's still quiet. Even though the corners of his lips were pulled upwards.
**
Fidgety
His meeting with Kirei opened the opportunity for him to re-establish the rope of their closeness that had broken. I don't know why he was a loser. Dare to express the heart. But just leave without a trace. Shit!
His inclusion in the list of workers accepted by the largest automotive companies in Japan became one of the reasons behind it. In fact, he is in naivety. Knowing someone confessed to his girlfriend. And he just believed? Dang!
But in his heart he promised to always keep that name. His return to Indonesia became the beginning of the turning point he re-seeded the feelings that had once appeared. It even continues to grow over time.
Kirei, a smart woman with all the charms she has. Being a special person in his life. He was once a person so precious to her. As a friend as well as a figure who has been imprinted in the recesses of the heart.
Best ever had.
His eyes continued to stare at the laptop screen in front of him. His heart and mind went nowhere.
He exhaled. Then send someone a message.
The corner of his lips lifted when the message was read immediately.
“Pak, awaited at Arborea Cafe in 20 minutes.” Secretary of vice president.
He also nodded. His office with the cafe is not far away. He only needs to walk for 10 minutes. Because in the afternoon it is certain that the streets are jammed to coincide with the disperse of office hours.
Arriving at the cafe he chose the most corner seat. Waiting for the client in 10 minutes as per appointment.
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Kirei
He tidied up the file and put it in his bag. Office hours are over. Some employees have also returned home. He ordered ojeg online. At the same time, a message came in.
He bit his lower lip. Long time he was confused. Not long after the second message came in.
+628139281xxxx : It’s okay, if you are busy. Can be arranged again. Have a nice day ....
“Mbak, it's up.” Tukas brother ojek. Who saw it had not come down from the motorcycle seat. But the goal has arrived.
“Mbak,” reset brother ojek.
“Eh .. Yes, Bang. Sorry.” It's coming down. Do not forget to give the green helmet to the ojek brother.
He stopped to step into the lobby of his apartment. Turned his steps across the road. Then enter into a building that says ‘Arborea Cafe’. A glass of coffee might make it fresh again.
As soon as he entered pushing the glass door that read ‘open’ the music immediately buzzed to meet his hearing senses.
So you said away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring
He chose a high chair with a mini bar table near the window. Then order a latte macchiato.
Nothing's quite the same
I just say your name now
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't want me back
You're just the best I ever had
While in the corner of the cafe Ganjar frowned when his neutrality caught the female figure he so expected. Lucky twice, the screech is in the heart.
So you are my role world
Now I'm just a phony
Remembering the girl
Leaves me down and lonely
Send it in a letter
Make yourself feel better
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't need me back
You're just the best I ever had
“Ya ..” Sahut Ganjar on the phone.
“Pak Ganjar, client party change an appointment 15 minutes ago.” VP secretary voice.
“Mr is still there?”
“Ya ..”.
“There will be a reschedule.”
“Oke.”
And his mind is blissed.
And it may take some time
To patch me up inside
But I can't take it
So I run away and hide
And I may find in time that
You were always right
You're always right
“Hei ...” Sapa Ganjar from behind. Because the girl was sitting behind him.
He shifted his position then turned his head right when Ganjar was standing next to him.
Smiling stiff. Feeling bad for not returning Ganjar's message. But the man was standing next to him. Caught, right?
So you said away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring
“By join?” Tukas Ganjar's.
He nodded.
“Same agreement client. But not so come.” I sat down in the chair next to him.
“Sorry, Gan .. message you,” there's no way he's giving up. Report the message has been read. It means he didn't pay it back. Read only's.
“No worries .. ignore.” Ganjar.
What was it you wanted
Could it be I'm haunted
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't want me back
You're just the best I ever had
the Vertical Horizon - Best I Ever Had -
Their conversation was not long. I'm looking at azan magrib. He paused first. Ganjar forced to drive himself to the apartment. Even though he tried to reject it.
During the conversation, he also listened more. In fact, they even made a video call with Jidan, Fika and Basar.
The rectangular screen featured 4 participants. He and Ganjar, Jidan, Fika and Basar.
“Eh, same as Kirei?” Jidan said when their video call was connected.
“Woii .. beduaan reunion is not hijacked!” Exciting Fika.
He just smiles.
“But accidentally ...” Ganjar.
“But up to 2 times,” chirps Jidan, “that's his name is sanctioned.”
Ganjar's face looks blushing on the screen.
“Woiiiiii .. crazy nih people! Early in the morning disrupt!” Bazaar Sembur. Seen on the screen Basar is still in a sleeping position on the mattress. Obviously the time difference is 12 hours, in America it is still 5 am.
But the next second, Basar frowned. “Wait! When are you guys? How can it be two? Vaaah ... That’s news to me (this is new news for me). Comed's son Komstra. Could be freefall can be value C.” The story then sneered.
“Authorly. Meet here,” kilahnya, “By the way how in Amrik? Delicious no?” He immediately switched the topic. Because Basar always has a surefire way to skin his target.
Basar was leaning on the headboard of the bed. “Same aja. It's just better here. Lo wants? There are jobs nih.”
“Gue want .. I want,” says Fika.
“Brisik. I'm also ngasdos there!” Ketus Basar's.
Joined in group video calling. Makes him unconscious to miss the change of time afternoon to night. Until the echo of the sound from the mosque made him say goodbye.
“Udahan yes, sometime in connect again.” Her speech.
“OK .. okay! We need a gathering agenda. Fik, lo take notes. Find the time these bosses are free.” Jidan.
“Ck, lo style, And!” Ganjar Decak.
“Bye-bye, love you all, guys!” Basar.
“Eh ... Sar, remember if invited you have to come! For no reasons!” Jidan.
Basar laughed as he pulled the blanket over his head.
“Serious, BASAR!” Stemming.
“Siiyaaap! I mean it.” Basar's voice poked out from behind a blanket lifting his index and middle fingers to form the letter V, but still with a rarity.
“Bye .. see you, guys ...” They shut that conversation.
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