Love of the Journalist
92. (UN)WELL
...92. (UN)WELL...
Danang
He took the time to come to the hospital to visit the grandmother of a suspected motorcycle theft case, before going to the office.
“Patient named Sumi. In the diagnosis of gastric infection and symptoms of emphysema.” Said Rendra who opened the door of the grandmother's nursery.
“The child who becomes TKW in Saudi Arabia every month does not necessarily send money.”
“Nominal shipments also vary, from three hundred thousand to one million.”
“Granny this odd job. So the hip porters in Johar Market. Labor washing rub clothes and sometimes cleaning at the house of his neighbor.” Rendra Pungkas.
He stood face to face looking at the grandmother who was sleeping.
“Urus all Ren, until healed.”
“Good, Sir.”
They left Grandma Sumi's room. Accidentally runs into Doctor Yoiku. He paused for a moment, shook hands, “How are you, Doc?” Ask.
Doctor Yoiku smiling friendly, “Good news, Sir.” Welcomed hands. Then take turns with Rendra.
“Ada—”
“Check one of the patients,” cut Rendra no less friendly.
Doctor Yoiku mangosteen.
“Well if so, we first, Doc.” Pamphitt.
“Mari ... come, please.” Reply Yoiku smiled.
“Cih, senengnya meet camer!” It's when they're sitting in the car.
Rendra chuckled, turning the steering wheel to the left out of the hospital area.
“So how? Meeting in Polda later at 10?”
“No schedule changes, Mas.”
It clucked. The opportunity to go to Jakarta is gone. Then say, “Sore?” Hopefully.
“Same, Mas. Acceptance of the award predicate the development of the Corruption-Free Area (WBK) integrity zone at Hotel Asia by the Ministry of Finance RB directly. No changes.”
“Night, miss with Team Tiger Candi.” Bright Rendra before he asked his evening schedule.
**
Kirei
Mas Danang calling ....
“Morning!” Sapa Mas Danang when he was ready to go to the office.
“Morning, Mas .. I've done better.” He gave me news of his condition. After last night he was so baper and fused. Last night's video call with her husband didn't know what time it was. Until he fell asleep the man accompanied him through cyberspace.
“I support you all the way (i support you fully),”
“Still ... Danang as well. Be careful, do not forget to take care of health.”
The phone connection was cut off when he arrived at the apartment lobby. The online project was waiting for him.
Arriving at the office, he rushed towards his room. But then he stopped, his footsteps went to the toilet. Because he has memorized any place people gather to discuss unprofitable things in the morning.
“News is not true?” he hears people talking in the toilet.
“Bener-not really. I don't think it's possible. But the photos scattered in the group chat like real. Poor ya, wife Mas Anton.”
“Can't be ah!” Another refutation.
“Host was married too. Where possible,” other timpal.
“Ya may be. Now the times are crazy. Which cannot be possible. Which is not available to be made.”
He just pushed the entrance. And everyone who was in the toilet immediately pursed his lips. Kicep.
He opened the sink. Wet hands, pour soap in the palm then rub each other's palms with fingers that are intertwined. Rubbing the back of the hand, thumb, with the other fingers. As if with slow motion. Deliberately lengthened by about 30 seconds or about to sing the happy birthday song twice.
Completely according to the procedure of washing hands. Oh my gosh! Why is he now a woman? The pecker is in the heart.
Everyone who was in the toilet began to move slowly leaving the toilet one by one in the compartment. He smiled a triumphant smile.
Today he did his last shooting. Before the contract is really over. He went straight to the studio to do a briefing that would be done in 10 minutes.
“Rei,” greet the new Gita coming. Approaching him.
“Have you met?”
He shook.
“I have a clue,” Gita said while whispering in her ear.
It cringes. Then, “Thanks, Git.”
Gita thumbs her thumb, goes away and leaves.
Briefing runs about 45 minutes. The entire production crew disbanded. So did he.
“Nih,” Nana assigns a guest star biography to him who is sitting in the audience bench.
“New cookies now?” He frowned.
Nana flicked her shoulders while passing indifferently.
Luckily he had already found out the figure of the guest star who would fill his show. So, it would not be trapped by a situation that was impartial to it.
When the commercial break was five minutes he went back. Gita thrust something at him. He smiled, then returned to the stage.
The filming went well.
All crew standing applause. When the end of the show closed with the word ‘buk’ by the director. Perfect.
Even with himself. Relieved. Contract for 3 months he went well and accordingly. Except the roadshow to Palembang. Because the karhutla fire disaster was an out-of-control event. Not mistake.
He approached Anton who was talking to the director.
“Sorry, Mass. I can talk to you for a minute.” He interrupted those who were talking.
Anton turned to her, “Bentar, Rei.” The reply.
“Okay. It's aja! This abis we go directly to the production room.” He said to the director.
“I just want to give this,” he put a brown envelope on Anton. After the producer finished talking to the director.
“Sorry Mas, just now thanks the answer,”
“Thank you,” without waiting for a reply from Anton. He moved away from the man.
Towards the locker room, “Lo want to tag along?” he said when he arrived there to see Gita waiting for him.
Gita got up, “Gue can not miss hot news,” said Gita pulled a change of clothes to him.
After changing their clothes they headed for the room beside the production.
Knock on the door twice, turn the door leaf lever and push it.
“Sorry, disrupt lo.” He said, as soon as they went inside.
“Gue just wanted to give this,” he thrust an envelope into the table of the woman sitting in her chair. The woman looked up at him. Staring with a dislike view.
“Thank you.” He smiled thinly, “have told the figure of the woman in front of me what this is actually like.”
Gita was still faithfully standing beside him. It emanates an aura of intimidation.
“Lo no need to beg Mas Anton not to continue my contract,”
“No need to make cheap slander,”
“No need to threaten to stop being a production assistant,”
“Do .. whatever ... you want!! (Do as you please)”
“With sneaky and shortsighted ways!”
“Discasting! (disgusting)”
He quickly left the room Nana diekori Gita who faithfully accompanied him.
While Nana growled in annoyance, her hand clenched the paper tightly until it rubbed.
“Aarrrrgghhh ...!” Nana threw the paper roll in her hand towards the door that had been closed back. Following another paper that flew in all directions because it was the target of the rampage of the production assistant. His tears were full of hatred and anger.
Upon his return to the room, he threw his butt rough.
“Thanks, Git.” The drill.
“Gue is relieved.”
“Gue salute lo. Nana's kayak woman needs to be knocked out of the real world. I am disgusted too! Julid so!” Reply Gita furious.
He got up, took care of his things. “Sorry I want to meet Maega. Want to come?”
Gita looked at her, “Kepengen, but soon wanted makeup-in artist newcomer in studio 6.”
“Salam. See you ...” Imbuh Gita stood up.
***
Anton
The man had not been able to open the envelope from Kirei. I need to get to the production room.
“It looks like this should be in the drop,” he said seeing the results of the shoot just now.
“Over 5 minutes.” His eyes were without blinking staring at 3 screens at once. From camera side 1, 2 and 3.
“This one is aja,” he pointed camera 2.
“Oke.” Program director (PD).
He patted the PD on the shoulder, “Gue stay.” Then shout in the production room, “spirit! The last program, but not the end.”
Employees who were in the production room shouted back,” Go! Gos! Spirit!”
He left the production room with a brown envelope. Pushed the door of his room, and sat his body in his chair.
Sighs in relief. Finally after three months he was able to finish his job. Proving ability.
He just remembered the envelope Kirei gave him. With a crisp face. And soaring expectations he reached into the contents of the envelope. However, instantly the veil of his face turned stiff and tense. Looking at the photos and 2 pieces of letters that were in his grasp.
**
Kirei
He promised to meet with Maega at a cafe located in the Kerta Niaga Building, the Old City area.
Arriving there he chose a table with 4 seats. There are still a few visitors. So that he is free to determine the place.
The interior looks vintage and industrial. The building is the result of revitalization of Kerta Niaga Building, an old European-style building in the Old City area. Some old-fashioned electronic devices such as TV and old radio are increasingly becoming interesting decorations. With a traditional menu.
He chose the bare cream drink. Suddenly he commented on his own smile, funny and reminiscent of someone far away. Bareskim stands for rice kencur and avocado version of ice cream. Then order a snack of yellow seasoning cassava.
He waved when he saw Maega emerge from behind the glass door. Throw a smile and stand up to welcome him.
“How are you?” Ask after they hug each other.
“Okay, how are you Rei?” Ask Maega. They sit across.
“Good. Very good.” Legally.
“Sorry, bother you, Rei. You are busy.”
It sizzles, “Gak not that time. This same afternoon tomorrow is free. Ready to be guide.”
“Where? Denger-denger want to take a specialist in Jakarta?” Reciprocity.
“New to register.” Maega. “Pastya after the cooperation contract with KNS is completed.”
He chuckled, “KNS must have lost a great doctor like you.”
“Nothing.” Maega.
“Like low reverse sign,”
Maega clucked, “Whatever the shareholder's decision I follow.”
They laugh.
“Sori ... sori,” Ken instantly swipe the chair back and grease himself there. “can join for just a moment. Night in again.”
He attacked, “Nothing, Brother!”
Ken melengos, “Cuma tell!”
He chuckles, “Abis we want to walk around here. Are you looking for my place by Mae?”
“You did, but sorry ... if tonight I can't.”
He was a little disappointed, “Judah again sometime we schedule. Brother!” He yelled at Ken who was busy with his phone.
“Hah?!” Ken Sahut.
“Nyebelin! People want to talk because they haven't seen each other for a long time. Still busy with hape. Bummer bang.” Honeys back.
That afternoon they went for a walk around the Old City. Capture the moment there by taking a photo.
“How are you doing Mas Danang?” Ask Maega. As they sat on the bench of Fatahillah Park.
He paints a smile, “Mas Danang well.”
The next day when the sun was already tilted to the west, he welcomed the arrival of someone in the apartment lobby. Sprawling in the arms of the man as their distance stayed another one meter.
“Still, already arrived.” Her speech.
Later that night he met Anton and his wife at the Arborea Cafe. After a few times Anton invited him to meet. To solve a problem that the producer did not know.
“Rei, this problem must be clear,” Anton said by phone at night when he had just returned from seeing Maega.
“Our relationship is good. Don't be because unprofessional people make our relationships broken. I've reported Nana to HRD. And next week is out decision.”
“Please .. My wife feels guilty about you. She wants—”
“I've forgiven him, Mas.”
“I also understand in his position.”
“But he wants to meet you, want to apologize directly to you.”
“I ...”
“Nights at Arborea Cafe at 7.” Legally.
At 7pm he sat four of them in the cafe. Anton's wife's welcome was so friendly. It also clearly implied regret on his face.
“Sorry, Rei .. I was consumed by sedition. I'm emotionless self-control.” Anton's wife.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Further.
He nodded and smiled.
“And about the letter. Can you consider, Rei?” Pinta Anton's.
He looked at her, then at Anton. Then said, “Sorry, Mas.”
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