Marriage Proposal: Ben & Bima
4 - Bangkok's. Catastrophe 2
(Five)
When I was in second grade I had an accident. It wasn't a vehicle accident, but rather I fell into a well. The well was pretty deep, small, and I wasn't found in two days. Two days is a long time, because I have two nights in a very narrow well room. I was starving, dehydrated because the well was dry, and when I was found I only realized a few days later. So, if I was in a dark room, a panic attack suddenly came. Plus if I'm in a tight, dark place. I could be nauseous, short of breath, or maybe faint. That has haunted me until now. Sometimes they get carried away by dreams. As it happens now. I feel in the well back.
Then I opened my eyes. I saw a bright light and I just woke up.
A DUUK!
“Aww...” I held my head that hit the edge of the table. It turned out that when I woke up, I accidentally tilted my body and ended up hitting my head with a table. I still grimace. Try getting off a long chair that looks more like a dining sofa.
My body froze when I saw the figure in front of me standing up and looked at his tab seriously.
“In addition to fainting on the toilet, is banging your head another job?” ask her but with a flat tone. Not looking at me.
“Prof? Why here?” I saw the watch. Already stood up and grabbed the doorknob. I just realized, I'm still in the same restaurant and it seems like the atmosphere is silent. I didn't hear any sound.
“Your entourage is home.”
“Go home?! I'm left out?!”
I grabbed my phone and just remembered that my phone was dead when I turned on the flashlight from my phone while on the toilet. I looked at my rather large bag and searched around for a charger. Niente. I feel like crying. Even if my phone is on, I can open the map to go home. At least I can order a taxi online.
“What Prof wants to go home?” I finally asked.
“I'm waiting for you to ask like that.” he said.
Ha's? She's why the hell? To the point that I can't say anything. He walked in front of me, opened the door. To my knowledge, he was accompanied by a man who was waiting for him and this man could speak Indonesian. I don't know, he took an Indonesian to work with him and was taken to Bangkok. Along the way, I was silent. Seeing the brightly lit streets of Bangkok, more or less the same as the modern version of Jakarta about 3 years into the future.
Prof Ben sat in the front, while I sat in the back. When the car stopped at a dorm, I got off quickly and thanked Prof Ben very much. Unfortunately, he just left. That night, I was upset and my mood of annoyance lasted until the morning before the TV station.
(Ben)
Bangkok is sunny today. Unfortunately, when I walked into the transparent meeting room which consisted of a glass wall, I saw this woman propping up her chin and pouting.
“Good morning everyone.” my handkerchief. I never gave my smile to anyone. Even if it was just a thin smile at the time.
“Morning, Prof.” reply them all.
“Today is bright and should be influential with the atmosphere of the heart and this room. But I saw there was one person whose mood was bad.”
All candidates are looking.
“You ya-yai. I see your mood is bad. Fix it for today until late afternoon.” I pointed to the woman who fainted last night.
“Good thank you, yayai.” Cut it. No matter the name. I am a lazy person who remembers names with insignificant people in my life.
The woman was silent. He now put both his hands on the table. I explained some of the work that can be done according to the passion of each candidate. Of course with some previous tests. Only this Yayai is in the position of Research Creative Development staff. Where he had to do some research from determining many subjects, objects, storylines, and so on so that the program is interesting new processed by the producer. Actually, RCD staff is the most crucial division under News division in a TV station. Plus I'm very happy to monitor the RCD staff. I was good friends with several producers in each segment of the show.
I gave her a plastic map. There are several job desks that must be obeyed. Because Yayai is alone in this division. His other friend, always one division two by two. Then I threw another map. He opened it quickly. His face was filled with extreme seriousness and curiosity.
“I want a program about horror stories in Thailand, just how I want to see your performance so that this short program does not look scary.” I gave an explanation.
Yayai lowered her head.
“Can't ya, Prof just replaced the program? Why horror?”
I stood up to leave him.
“You want to accept that job or not? I'll give this to the other RCD staff.”
“Eh yes. Well Prof. Okay I look around first.”
Then I left him in the meeting room alone with his laptop.
(Five)
I walked over with Claudia. He took me to the dorm room.
“Mbak, you work heavy huh?” ask Claudia concerned. “It looks like you are bullied the same Prof deh.”
“Added, out of the many divisions that all candidates occupy and have mentors, why am I a mentor to him?” My feelings are starting to go down.
“Means I'm worried. Tomorrow it is better to bring supplies. Even getting up from the chair, Mbak can't do it?”
“I have to pee because the deadline given is the same him!” my annoyance.
Claudia opened the door of our dorm room. He waited for me to finish some work for almost 3 hours outside the limits of office hours. I have to inform Tasya of this incident. Not giving up, I just have to go home. Not that it can be inspiring but it can even be disastrous.
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