Love of the Journalist
98. Is This What It's Like?
...98. Is This What It's Like?...
Kirei
Tok .. tok.
He and Danang looked up for a moment when the window glass was knocked on by someone. Car window film with VLT (Visible Light Transmittance) is 5 percent. This means that the darkness of glass reaches 80 percent. The outsider who sees will get through the situation inside.
Danang presses the power window beside the steering wheel. So that the glass opens automatically in width.
“Night, Sir. Can I help you?” Ask the person to bow without feeling guilty. Because Danang's face is as red as a cooked tomato. Mixing upset, angry and embarrassed. While he was smiling, laughing in his heart. Girang nian, the punishment for him for being able to prank her husband stopped. Yup!!
Danang frowning, “What do you want?” Tight the man. Because the man's head almost went through the open window.
“Eh, Mbak ..” Greet the man while rubbing his nape.
“I saw, Mas Danang car parking not in place,” the person pointed to a traffic sign bearing the letter ‘S’ crossed out. Percis on the back of the car. “So I thought the commander's car, troubled.”
“Need my help, Mas?” Bargain the man.
His laughter almost exploded, seeing that person was like looking around ‘something’. Look back, dash, and smile at her as their eyes collide. Nil. Didn't find any irregularities.
While Danang, look annoyed not playing.
“Car Commander, no pa-pa.”
“Please again continue the journey,”
“Sorry for the inconvenience,” concluded Rendra passed by after previously giving a respectful attitude.
And his laughter really exploded. Until he held his stomach and closed his own mouth.
Danang hit the steering wheel. Piqued. The degrees are directly freefall. As a result of his actions that caught Rendra who was passing.
The man drove the car back down the highway. While he still left a stinking laugh.
“Still dare to laugh?” Danang said cynically.
“Later at home.”
“No intruder.”
And again, she laughed at her husband's attitude. Until his eyes water. While Danang clucked in response to his attitude. Is this what it feels like? She could laugh because of her husband's carelessness.
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Rendra
Choosing an innocent attitude and pretending not to know is the right choice. After finding his boss with his wife stopped carelessly. Regardless of the people passing by noticed those who stopped without seeing the signs. What exactly are they doing? He's slipping his shoulder. Bodo! It was her who bothered to think.
The famous junction area is jammed. Luckily he found the car. Try, if another officer. Ticketable! He grumbled in his heart. Ah, why is he upset?
The one who committed the mistake and the offense was his superior. Obviously the sign ‘S’ crossed out means it is forbidden to stop since the sign is installed up to 30 meters or until the next sign. Damn it! He patted his head.
He drove a 150 cc motor sport to his meeting place with .. instantly his smile expanded behind a full face helmet. The resentment towards his superior evaporated out of nowhere. His chest suddenly rippled. The jedug was like a booming bass drop on stage. Reflexes he holds his chest with his left hand. Oh my god. Is this what it feels like?
Arriving at a cafe-resto named Sae Care, he parked his motorcycle in place. Directed by a parking attendant in a crimson uniform.
He went straight to the main pendopo. Welcomed the strains of Bee Gees's old music titled ‘words’. Why this song welcomes him. Even he himself may not have been processed to be born into the world? Ah, it seems like he should recommend a suitable song for a place like this. Not a good place, but the song is not supportive. Customers may escape. The right song seems to be a romantic genre, love, youth and romance ....
Old fashioned. Inner answers. Who has a resto? I chose a backsound song!
Almost at the end, he saw a beautiful woman sitting together. Huh huh? Why two? Wasn't it that this afternoon there was no caption or footnote stating the first date of the three? He bit his lower lip and wet it.
The woman waved her hand. He replied with a smile.
“Sorry, late.” He said as he rubbed his neck. Feeling guilty. He sat next to the woman. The other woman sat opposite him.
“Custom, some are breaking traffic. But it was even angry at him,” he added.
The woman smiled, “No pa-pa. Telat betaran. I'm accompanied by Firda, my cousin. Recognize.”
They get acquainted, “Rendra.”
“Firda,”
“Kok not yet on food message?” He looked at the table with only drinks.
“Pawn you.”
DEG.
Suddenly his chest rippled again. If possible he wants the sentence repeated dozens or even hundreds of times. In order to get into the sense of hearing and heart of course. He will lock it with the most complicated password. Because with ‘nungguin you’ alone can make it fly to space.
But precisely, “The atmosphere of the restaurant is delicious yes .. cozy really ... fit.” What the hell? The sentence that slid to cover the groggy taste mixed dag dig dug in the chest.
“You like?”
He looked at the adorable beautiful woman next to him, “Banget.”
“Mistake.”
It's mangosteen.
“Recommended ...”
He made his best smile.
“I like it ...”
Yes .. yes .. the screech is in the heart.
“When you can come here again.”
His face was getting brighter. The matchless aura of happiness becomes the cause upon it. Then the next date is still here he thought.
“Pak Danang is indeed smart to target the market.”
“Hah?!” Tetiba he flabbergasted. What does this have to do with his boss?
“Sae Care has Mr. Danang. A few days ago Kirei recommended this place.”
“Good turns. The recommendation is not wrong. Cozy really .. view her the best .. This drink is also delicious, concoct chef. So want to keep coming here.”
He inched, leaning into the back of the chair. Suddenly the bones of his body were fragile and decayed. Shit!
Kirei
The first day he entered work. Greeted and warm greetings from TVS employees. Wearing a light brown skirt. Black short sleeve t-shirt and slightly tight full collared covering neck . And beloved white sneakers as his OOTD. Do not forget the brown sling bag made from real cowhide.
Even Danang didn't seem willing to take it off when the car stopped in the lobby.
“Don't forget to pack the blazer?” Because the shirt looks a little tight. The man wore a typical Labuhan Bajo weaving blazer that he bought when KF Star passed there.
“Can not, work tomorrow only start. Now accompany me to the office.”
“Sayang ... don't smile much to men.”
“Remember, keep your eyes on!”
And a line of words message that basically the man took it off heavily. But he only replied with a twitch and kissed a glimpse of Danang's cheek. Make the man instantly kicep.
“I love you,”
His feet continued to step towards the news division on the 3rd floor. Arriving there was still quiet. Not a single one of them was visible. Though ... he saw the clock on his left wrist. Hour 08.00 WIB exactly. Bizarrely.
He continued walking without any suspicious feeling. Maybe post-holiday syndrome has infected the staff of the news division. He sniggered in the heart. The disease that took him hostage in the early days worked here.
When opening the door of the corlip room. He's stunned. Room with a different design. Then ....
Welcomed with confetti popper, string spray and “Welcome back!!” Excite all who are in the room.
His eyes are heating up. Clear fluid has gathered on the eyelids. Just just slide.
One by one they greeted, congratulated, encouraged. And,
“For .. our new corlip.” Anisa offers a bouquet of red roses.
“For ... the return of lost pearls .. fightuhh!” Oka said, because her head was pulled by Anisa. “The return of the indepth reporter ..” Oka handed me a unique and attractive box that read ‘Guylian’ from Belgian chocolate.
“For ... Kirei Fitriya Tsabita's. Remember use T before S,” Budi spell, “T S A B I T A ... Tsabita.”
Everyone laughed when they heard it. And himself too. Remember the time of Mas Budi who always wrote the name Tsabita without T at the beginning of the letter. He was always grumbling, had been repeatedly reminded but the cameraman repeatedly also forgot. It turned out that it was still ringing in the memory of Mas Budi.
Budi handed me a notebook planner made of PU leather cover in maroon. “Hopefully useful,”.
He published a smile, “Thanks, Mas. Thanks all ...” He looked at each of his friends in the news. This time the tears were free. Once again .. so glad on news team.
The festive celebration of his return to TVS was totally unexpected. After everyone gets back behind their desks. He is called Mr. Grace.
Ting.
Elevator door opens. He continued to step into the executive producer's room on the 5th floor.
Knock on the door for a moment, before pushing it. Mr. Grace was seen sitting in his great chair. Welcomed herself to her feet with a raised smile.
“Welcome back ...” Said Mr. Grace spread his hands, “sit, Rei.” They shake hands.
He socked his body in the front seat of Mr. Grace's desk. “Thank you, Sir.” The reply.
“Bagimana?”
He smiles. “Thank you, Sir.” Saying back. Obviously, he didn't know what to say. A chance repeatedly given to him.
“TVS will always be wide open for you back.” The words of Mr. Grace are still stored in his memory a few months ago. When he resigned and was about to go to Gorontalo. Now the words come back for him. Again, feeling blessed.
The conversation with Mr. Grace lasted quite a long time. Right up to the office break. He resigned his resignation after Mr. Rahmat also wanted to go for a meeting outside.
However, as he reached for the door handle lever, Mr. Grace said, “Aldi the day after leaving for US.”
“Taking summer programs there.”
“And will probably continue working there.”
He turned his body back to face Mr. Grace who was also standing.
“Congratulations Mas Aldi, Pak.”
“Thank you, Rei.”
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