Love of the Journalist
84. You Only Live Once
...84. You Only Live Once...
- Jakarta
Kirei
It’s showtime.
“Slate in!” Astrada. “SOUND!” Its effects.
“Roll!!” Shouted sound recordist.
“Camera!?” Pekik Director.
“Roll!” following the sound of the clapper board.
“Action!”
He did some take scenes. Duration 60 minutes with 5 segments and 5 commercial breaks.
“CUT!” Tukas the Director, then said. “Wrap.” Applause from the entire crew.
He can breathe freely. After doing the scene. And the director said ‘pack’. It means it doesn't need to be cracked. And that means today is over.
He thanked the guest star. Take him off the stage.
Then say goodbye to the crew, “Mas ... first, yes!” His shout at once waved at the crew who were cleaning up some equipment.
“OK, Rei. Thanks!” Answer them almost simultaneously. Some just throw their thumbs up.
He's headed for the dressing room. Removing makeup, changing clothes. Little hasty. He exited the studio just as the sun was tilting west. But immediately frowned when he saw the streets filled with vehicles.
“Jakarta,” murmured, "the city that never dies." The impact in the heart.
He waited for a moment for the online motorcycle he booked a moment ago in front of the lobby. Tumbens a little longer than usual. Possibly because of disbanding office hours. Rush hour's.
Tin.
A motor stopped, approaching him. “Mbak Kirei, yes?” Ask brother ojek.
He nodded, then received a helmet and put it on.
The motor drove through the dense density of vehicles creeping even faltering. He could still hear some riders swearing. Hitting the horn firmly. Then culminate in driving each other's vehicles by brushing.
He sighed.
Arrive at the destination. He immediately headed to the location called by Anisa.
It is one of the largest malls in West Jakarta.
Anisa was already sitting sweetly at one of the food stalls.
“Sori ... sori ...” It was when Anisa surly greeted him.
There is no word from Anisa. “Gue treatture. During in Jakarta,”. As a guilt-redeemer.
Finally Anisa opened her mouth, “Yeee .. I've already got rations to eat times!” Anisa Salak.
“Others can,” bargain.
Anisa's facial sharpener instantly changed, “Serius?”
“Two rius.” The reply.
“But when?” Cebik Anisa, “today is free. Tomorrow on the schedule.” Anisa is training journalists in Jakarta for 2 days.
“Actur.”
“Bisaan, lo!” Excited Anisa by pursing her lips, “so busy huh, lo today? I waited 20 minutes. Dry eye. Butt tepos. Rigid backs. Flatulence mostly drink.” Anisa nagging. In front of him 2 cups of drinks have been toilet.
“Full in studio.” The answer. The program is coming to an end. Just a few episodes.
“So?”
He relaxed his shoulders.
“Next or ...”
“Lo Kayak Mas Aldi. Thanks for further options or stop,” kekehnya.
“Means ...lo further here what's back to TVS?”
He's speechless.
“Korlip is empty. Sir Grace while the handle.” Tukas Anisa, “kayaknya Pak Rahmat waiting for you back.” Reciprocity.
He's still quiet.
The waiter gave them a menu book. Then write the mentioned order.
“Mbak Kirei, yes?” Say hello to the two mothers who approached him.
He published a smile, “Ya, Bu.”
“Can you ask for a photo?” One of the mothers in white. While the other mother pulled out the phone and set on cam.
“Bby,” answers. He stands in the middle. Flanked by 2 mothers. Anisa is a photographer.
“Still, yes Ma'am Rei. We love so much!” As a mother in white, “iya right, did not expect to meet here,” added the mother in pink.
The mothers have already left. After previously doing a selfie back.
He and Anisa sat down. Coinciding with the Servant presenting their order.
“Fans, you are more and more after in capital.” Tukas Anisa's.
He sighed, “Beda. I'm not an artist!” feed him with chopsticks. Put it in his mouth.
“Public figure,” timpal Anisa sneering, “eleven twelve, Neng!”
Momentary pause.
“Aldi brags again also out of the parlor.”
“But ...”
He ambushes, “But why?”
“He wants to go to US. Already submitted a summer journalism internship. Stay waiting approx.”
He smiled thinly.
After the meal they continue to the accessories seller. Then to the clothing store and ended up in the hypermarket on the 3rd floor.
“How are you with Aldi?” He asked as he pushed the trolley and stopped on the soap shelf.
Anisa remained silent. Stop the steps.
“No harm the hell you said first.” Her speech. Insert one bottle of daisy-flavored liquid bath soap into the trolley.
“Iisshh .. no ah!”
“Lho why?” Ask wonder. His hands clenched a bottle of vanilla milk flavored shampoo and put it in the basket.
He pushed the cart back. Towards the shelves of various snacks. Take some crispy and sweet snacks.
Then go to the fruit and vegetable shelves.
Anisa still didn't answer her question. Walk next to him.
“Gak pa-pa times, if the girl first. It's not embarrassing. I told you, right, it must be plong. Solved result ...”
He put some fuji apples in the plastic. “Not to think about. You only live once .. do what your heart tells you (you only live once .. do as your heart says).” Stringency.
***
- Everywhere
Danang
By night he had just come out of Arba Techno. He wants to go home because his body is tired. But against Arik, Dipa and Aksa. He was forced to follow them to a cafe not far from there.
“For Mas Danang,” Dipa offers an invitation. When they sit in the cafe. Wedding invitations.
“Next week.” Tukas Dipa's.
It's clucked, “Cracked telor.” Then put on a smile.
“Sa, when?” Dipa who sat in front of Aksa and herself also handed the invitation to Aksa.
“Still darksome!” Arik Timpal.
He chuckles.
“Don't say as soon as possible again .. I threw an ashtray.” Sergey Dipa.
“You are right! (you're right)” Exclaimed Arik.
Aksa's getting cornered. But lucky Arik got a phone call.
“Before you mate. Single party first!” Aksa sipped her coffee.
“Cih, single only elo same Willi.” After all Dipa, “the child is still doing aja deketin dentist.”
He replied, “There is a new rival.”
“Who is it?!” Arik who finished calling ambush.
He shook his hand. Then get up from the chair, “I first,” pamitnya on the others.
“I'm coming, Mas.” Aksa moved from her seat. “I don't bring a car.” Kilah later. While avoiding the slurs of Arik and Dipa.
Arik and Dipa chuckled.
Aksa drove his car to the official house.
“Mbak Kirei when to go home?” Ask Aksa when the car stops at a fork in the road. Coinciding with the red light on.
“Maybe next week.”
“Where? Mama still ...”
“Ck .. I'm males. Not an era anymore!” Sembur.
“No harm.” Legally.
Aksa grieving, “Lagian, inappropriate. Away ...” Tukas Aksa's. Although it was actually hard for him to accept the plan mama brought him closer to Zahra.
“Who does not deserve who?” Ask cringing.
Aksa pointed the steering wheel to the left, “You only live once ... Don't be sorry then.” Sneakily. He clinched it twice until the gate was opened. Then drive the car slowly into the yard of the house.
Yumah opened the door for him. Following Aksa followed behind.
“Prepare dinner, Yu.” Tell Yumah.
“Ya, Sir.” The housekeeper immediately rushed into the kitchen.
While Aksa threw her body on the sofa. Turn on television.
He headed to the room to take off his shirt buttons one by one. Since leaving for the office until tonight he has not contacted Kirei. Earlier this morning his wife said she would be filming all day. He understood that filming took time. So that he did not want Kirei to be disturbed.
After the shirt is finished, he is placed carelessly on the sofa. Get in the bathroom. Flushing his sticky body after a day of activities outside. To be fresher and relax the muscles . Only then will he contact Kirei.
But the moment he came out of the bathroom, the door of his room was knocked. He's mutating.
Head Aksa poking from behind it, “Mas sought after Mr. Banuaji.”
He nodded, “Sa, tell him to wait.”
Aksa has closed the door again. He quickly put on clothes even though his body was still not completely dry. He rushed to Banuaji.
“Night, Ndan!” Sapa Banuaji when he saw himself coming.
He sat on a single sofa.
“I deliver invitations. Wedding of our son,” added Banuaji while counting the invitation he took from the tote bag.
“When, Sir?” Ask to accept the invitation. Remove the contents from the red envelope.
“Next week.”
He frowned.
**
Kirei
He carries an eco bag containing groceries out of the hypermarket. “Lo, I anter first to hotel.” Her speech.
“Ck, no need. I can do it myself. I'm a little kid.” Reject Anisa. The direction of the hotel where he stayed with Kirei's apartment was different directions.
“What's value.” He saw the watch on his left arm, “it's 9 o'clock. All one car.”
“Town deh.”
They went down to the 1st floor in an elevator. But just want to go inside when the elevator door opened for them, he gasped because he saw the figure of Ganjar standing there.
With a faint smile he greeted, “Gan ..”
Ganjar that initially leaned against the wall stood upright. Say hello while reviewing a smile, “Hei .. see you again.”
They were joined in an iron box that had closed its door. Contains only 3 people.
Anisa who was standing next to him leaned her head closer to his ear, “Who?” ogre.
Lousy.
But soon realized he introduced Anisa to Ganjar.
“You go home directly?” Ask Ganjar.
He nodded.
Ting.
Elevator door opens. They came out of the iron room.
“Can you go home together? We happen to be in the same direction, right!”
He was still shaking with his left hand carrying a bag of groceries. Anisa kept walking after him.
“Rei, I took a taxi, yes?!” Whether it's a statement or a question. But clearly the idea did not match his expectations.
He flanked Anisa's arm, then whispered, “We go home together. Bargain! (no bargaining)” The pressure is strong on Anisa's arm.
Anisa grimacing. Then camouflage by reviewing the smile staring at Ganjar.
They have arrived at the main lobby, “Wait here, yes. I'll take the car first.” Ganjar's words soon passed leaving them, without hearing his answer.
He looked at Anisa who was also staring at him. Both are caught in a complicated situation. Confused conscience. Then before long the sound of his phone was ringing aloud and vibrating in his bag.
He reached into the phone.
Mas Danang calling ....
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Note :
Astrada : Assistant Director.
Slate in: The number of shots (scenes) written on the clapper board.
Clapper board: A wooden board to mark a particular scene during production.
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