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48. a pair of diamond eyes

That dawn. The goddess is awake. He was used to waking up at dawn so that there was enough time to prepare before leaving for campus. After bathing, Dewi turned on the television present from Hazri while drying her still wet hair using a towel. The morning news of a television station broadcast the police ambush last night, following the news of the many deaths and injuries from both sides. Dewi listened for a while and then beredik see the impressions shown. He's looking for another channel. Apparently, almost all television stations at that time were reporting this event. Disliked, the girl turned off her TV and turned on a radio. A song by Shelia On 7...

Arriving at the campus that morning, his friends had been busy telling about the events reported by television this morning. College hours have not yet started. Although not like, had to dewi nimbrung there. He listened without much comment. A male friend said the group of thugs attacked by police last night included Hazri Tiger's men. I don't know where he's from. Some agree, others argue. Police have not disclosed any information about Hazri Tiger's involvement. So, it's still confusing the news.

Hearing the name Hazri mentioned, although with the addition of ‘Tiger’, Dewi came to mind with Hazrinya. Since returning home from Ambarrukmo Plaza at that time, he had not seen Hazri again. Missed too. Inching him, away from the crowd of his friends who are busy huddling. Then, contact Hazri while sitting in the corner seat of the classroom. Who knows if his girlfriend is awake.

“Halo...” greet Hazri from across there.

“Hai..,what's the hero? Kangen nih..,” reply Goddess.

“Against the road, out of medicine,” Hazri cuddle.

“Mas, pain?”

“No, just a little flu.”

“Ehm...., where is Mas's house anyway? I'll be there for a crybaby, Mas.” Dewi did not know Hazri's house because Hazri never told or invited Dewi to his house.

“Neventless. If it's dry, let me be nyamperin.”

“Totally nih?”

“Iya..”

“Promise huh?”

“Iya promise..”

“Ya. Mas rest first, do not forget to take the medicine.”

“Siap, mistress..”.

“Eh...one more, can't wander first.”

“Hehehe..iya.”.

“Daahh..”

Hazri was on the road. He had already left the dawn inn. About the time Fahmi's army started moving. Hazri realizes she must be more vigilant now. Soon she will become a celebrity. At the time of check in, he had used a fake ID card whose name and address had been changed. Hazri does have some fake identity cards. Something that is easy for him to get money. When he checked out, he just put the money and his room key on the reception desk, and continued to wander away. The receptionist is there, just sleeping.

Not far from the inn, Hazri saw a salon that was open early in the morning. Apparently, being able to order ngedandanin troupe introduction bride. From there he got three male wigs and some fake whiskers. Good stuff even though the price is raised by the owner of the salon. No problem, Hazri does need those things for disguise. Time on the phone Dewi earlier, he himself shaved the way. Spin around the city of Solo while brainwashing to make the next plan. Didn't know him that the morning before noon Jogja had begun to uproar because of the incident last night.

Meanwhile, in Mapolda DIY, Fahmi just came out of his boss's office. Done reporting last night. He went straight to work today, didn't go home. In the workspace Fahmi available a bathroom, so he did not have to bother. Replacement clothing is also always ready hanging on his service car, for the purposes of sudden tasks. Wife's been told about her lack of return tonight.

His superiors disagreed with Fahmi's plan to make DPO Hazri directly a national priority. He ordered that an intensive Hazri search be carried out immediately throughout the DIY Police jurisdiction, at least for the next three days. If it fails, then the DPO Hazri scale is raised. Although he disagreed with his superiors, Fahmi had to obey the command given.

Fahmi's office door is knocked. A public relations officer came in and told Fahmi that reporters were waiting in the press room. The police chief ordered Fahmi to immediately give his testimony. Fahmi agrees, they both go to the press room on the lower floor of the Mapolda building. Sure enough, the reporters had swarmed so much there.

“Good day, brothers. I am Fahmi Putra, Adjunct Commissioner of Police. Please if there is something you want to ask about the incident last night,” said Fahmi opened a question and answer forum with reporters.

Contact almost all journalists from various television media and newspapers pointed fingers while asking questions.

“Please calm everything.., one-on-one. Please, Ma'am, who is there,” Fahmi appoints a young journalist in a blue hood.

“Pak Fahmi, what exactly happened last night?” ask the reporter.

“Last night, we from Mapolda DIY held an ambush operation on a suspected heavy criminal case,” Fahmi replied.

“Who, sir, who did it..?” ask the reporters to ambush.

“He is known by the name Hazri Tiger, the gang leader of Kopen.”

“What case, sir?..the case, sir...,” they mention asking, it seems that it is difficult to manage again.

“Possibly involved in the murder in Blandongan, as well as being involved in the mass murder at the Orange Campus, and the case of a corpse in front of the Japanese Embassy some time ago.”.

“What's been caught, Sir?”

“Not yet. He managed to escape from our ambush.”

“Why did the police ambush at two locations at once, Sir?”

“What is the headquarters of the Kopen gang?”

“Iya, part. Hazri Tiger is often seen there.”

“How many police members are fielded, Sir?”

“Two platoons. One platoon to each target.”

“How many people is it Sir?”

“About sixty people.”

“Pak Fahmi, how can there be many victims from the police?”

Fahmi was silent for a moment before answering. “Yes, there are indeed many casualties from our side. Seventeen policemen were killed, seven wounded. From their side were recorded thirty-nine people killed and eleven seriously injured.”

“Why can so many victims, Sir?”

Fahmi was silent again. “They did the fight. They also had short and long guns. In fact, there is a machine gun.” Fahmy finally answered.

“What was not anticipated before, Sir?”

“Already,” replied Fami. “Will but that's the reality..,”

“We heard that there was another ambush at dawn. Is that true, Sir?”

“True.”

“Whose target, Sir?”

“Same targets are Hazri Tiger.”.

“Are you caught, Sir?”

“Not yet. He's not on location.”

Fahmi saw the watch, deliberately his hand was raised a little high so that journalists saw his acting. It means that they understand that he still has other work. “Brothers, while quite a long time ago. We will inform you later if there are new developments. Thank you.”

“A minute, sir, a minute, Sir..,” the reporters were bustling with Fahmi's departure. “Keep, how's this going, sir?” ask one of them.

Fahmi's hard move surrounded so many journalists. He had to answer that question. “We will continue to pursue the offender.”.

“Until when, sir, until when is it..?”.

“Until caught. Enough yeah, sorry. I have to get back to work..,” Fahmi forced out of the siege. Three police officers helped him break up the crowd.

“Pak Fahmi, Pak Fahmi. Mr. Fahmi.., one more.”.

The reporters are still trying to contain him. However, Fahmi did not budge, he continued to step through their barricade without commenting only a wry smile. You see, if it stops, the press mosquitoes will immediately ambush him again without mercy.

“Huuuu...!” shouted the reporters after seeing Fahmi getting away.

“Buskey. Worth it.., I hear you guys in the public relations section are often high blood.” he told the public relations officer who walked with him. “Kukira will be easy against them..”. The officer smiled slightly. Near the stairs they parted, returning to their respective workspaces.

“Hazri? Is that really you?” ask the young reporter in the blue hood. Actually he's not a journalist, just a college assignment to intern as a journalist.

Her clear eyes still could not believe what she had just heard. Eyes that sparkle like jewels are exactly the same when Hazri saw it first in front of the White Campus ATM....

Secuil Coffee

In the history of achieving independent Indonesia, Indonesian journalists are recorded as patriots of the nation along with pioneers of movements in various parts of the country that struggle to eliminate colonialism. In times of movement, journalists even bear two roles at once,  as a press activist who carries out the tasks of news and information to raise national awareness and as a political activist who engages directly in the activities of building popular resistance to colonialism, Both roles have a single goal, namely realizing the independence of the nation and the state of Indonesia. After the Proclamation of Indonesian Independence on August 17, 1945, Indonesian journalists still performed a dual role as press activists and political activists. In independent Indonesia, the position and role of journalists in particular, the press in general, has its own strategic meaning in the continued effort to realize the ideals of independence.

The history of the birth of newspapers and the press is related and inseparable from the history of the birth of the idealism of the nation's struggle for independence. In the era of physical revolution, it was more felt how important the role and existence of the press as a tool of struggle, so then gathered in Yogyakarta on June 8, 1946 newspaper figures, and the media, national press figures, to pledge the establishment of the Newspaper Publishers Union (SPS). The interest in establishing SPS at that time stems from the idea that the ranks of national press publishers need to be immediately organized and managed, in terms of idioms and commercial, in terms of, given that time the colonial press and foreign press are still alive and still trying to maintain their influence.

Actually SPS was born long before June 6, 1946, which is exactly four months before the birth of PWI in Surakarta on February 9, 1946. Because of that event people likened the birth of PWI and SPS as “kembar siam”. At the “Sono Suko” meeting hall in Surakarta on February 9-10, journalists from all over Indonesia gathered and met.