Love of the Journalist
105. It's Not Easy To Be Me (3)
...105. It’s Not Easy To Be Me (3)...
Kirei
All plans went well. He has delegated all the work to Oka for one week. For for one week also the time given by Mr. Grace for him.
“Be careful, Rei.” Order Oka, “all the best to you.” Its effects.
“All the best to you too.” Reply, “awas do not be cheated my apprentice!” He warned Oka with a threatening tone.
Oka clucking. Then chuckle after.
“May your mission succeed!” Oka.
The hampers' shipment was clearly spreading all over the TVS building. How could? He put his shoulder out. Various news headlines mengnotikan proper entertainment broadcast.
'Korlip news can be a gift from GL entrepreneurs'.
'Real estate entrepreneurs give gratuities to korlip news as an exchange of program rolls.'
'Korlip news got terror from a businessman.'
And many more gossip headlines beat the endless lambe-lambean accounts.
He can't prevent it. They cannot shut their mouths one by one. All he could do was cover his ears with both hands. It’s so simple.
“Aamiin ..” The answer is in the heart. Waving his hands to Oka.
He exited the hall directly to the lobby. There Danang was waiting for him. And unfortunately, Danang could not participate. There are many jobs that he cannot leave behind. But the man promised to follow later.
Arriving in Gorontalo, he was greeted by baapu and grandmother with joy. Not to forget also Asti, Bi Una and the security guard are happy for his arrival. They were like oases at a time like this for him.
“Sorry, Rei came here. Meet Baapu with Neene.” His cleats reasoned as they sat in the living room.
He had contacted Baapu by phone the day before. And this afternoon he was at Baapu's. It feels like a dream.
However, “Baapu can read your worries, Rei.” Shoot baapu on target.
He grimaces. Kilah what else will be presented in his mind.
“Now we eat first,” Neene interrupts.
“Binte biluhuta .. come.” Asti appears with a tray containing 3 bowls of binte biluhuta.
Heem ... smells fragrant and appetizing. He immediately snatched the binte biluhuta that had just been presented on the table by Asti.
“As, let's eat.” He asked Asti who was leaving.
“Tio ma yilonga, (he has eaten)” sergeant neene.
“Tadi in the kitchen with Una and others.”
“Odu’olo (thank you) .. I've eaten, Ma'am. It was deliberately made to welcome the arrival of Mbak Rei.” Sahut Asti then left the family room. Disappeared in the kitchen.
Baapu enjoyed the food. While occasionally looking at his conversation with neene.
“Sorry, baapu time hurts. Rei knows late.” He frowned. “Partially, why should everything be kept secret? Indeed, Rei who is it until you can not know the condition of Baapu.”
Baapu chuckles. Put an empty bowl.
“Baapu scared, you flew straight here.”
Neene now chuckles.
He hissed, “Roman-roman conspiracy hidden. Among 2 humans.”
The twilight couple laughed.
Fast rolling time.
After dinner, Baapu took her to his study.
“Sit, Rei.” Baapu pinta. Who saw him still standing upright in the middle of a fairly large room. Contains bookshelves neatly lined up to almost touch the ceiling. Then a glass cabinet containing various miniature ships. Hundreds maybe? The real percis ship. Made of steel plate. That small? He was amazed.
Then the next glass cabinet contains photos of baapu with ..maybe colleagues, friends or colleagues. I don't know, the obvious smile is engraved on every photo. The top section contains family photos. Tidied up in sequence. Even though the picture of him was there. Standing halfway between baapu and neene. Chest rippling.
In the corner of the closet there are large jars towering. It was almost near the height of the closet. And the color and style is antique. May include ancient jars or ancient relics.
He once entered this room twice. But just calling baapu and delivering drinks. Not long. So did not have time to pay attention to details like this time.
He stepped closer to Baapu who had been sitting on the leather sofa. Shiny dark brown, classic European style.
Slowly he sank his body there. Next to baapu.
Baapu looked to be sighing. His sigh was very clear.
“Why does Baapu not pass GL?” baapu said, leaning his head.
He gasped, apparently Baapu already knew this before he told a story.
“GL is a subsidiary of Torrid Group. And you need to know Torrid has 3 subsidiaries engaged in the construction and property industry named Garuda Land,”
“Then another subsidiary in the primary industry named Torrid Palm whose business is engaged in the field of oil palm plantations. Located in Sumatra Island.”
“Third and final attempt ...”
Pause a few moments. Baapu quietly pursed his lips.
He felt a deep silence. The mood changed suddenly. Forgo.
“Baapu,” call him softly staring at baapu for a moment. The Netra that had been filled with wrinkles on its petals was glazed.
But a moment later this twilight-aged man uttered, “... PT. SGC. Star Gold and Copper.” Baapu gulps his saliva, “Gold mining extractive industries in east Java Island.”
“Where ...your father became a victim there.” Baapu sighed slowly.
His tongue is so funny. Throat's choked. His chest swished violently filling the entire cavity. His eyes felt a stream of hotness sticking out.
“Torrid largest shareholder of SGC at that time.”
“Until now baapu can not prove it.” Baapu shook his head. “Licin like an eel. Cunning like a snake.”
“And now his son is willing to cooperate with KM.” Baapu smiled mockingly, then growled. “Do not hope!”
The next morning he and Baapu headed for the KM office. Tilamuta and Jebe were waiting for him.
Say hello and shake hands. Permit himself and Baapu to sit on the sofa of the Director's room.
Just now Jebe said, “Baapu,”
Sound of sound,
BRAKKK!!
Baapu kicked the table with one hand. Jaw tightens.
He looked in shock.
Even with Uncle Tilamuta and Jebe himself. They immediately lowered.
Baapu's breath hunts.
He who sat next to Baapu, reflexively rubbed the other baapu arm. Give and channel tranquility.
“What do you want to say?!”
“Huangango!! (many sayings)” Baapu growls. Clenching the other hand that was still propped up on the table. Looks trembling.
“You want to destroy KM, Jebe?!”
“HULODU!! (Stupid)” Maki baapu pissed. Baapu hissing, “Do it! But before you do that, get ready to lift your feet from here.”
He repeatedly swallowed his mouth. The atmosphere is so tense. Baapu is really windy.
“Don't challenge the boss of GL friends ngana school, then can not casually lead the company?”
"What if Baapu doesn't exist? What do you want to make this company?!"
“Ngana do not know Baapu struggle how to keep KM upright, stand and survive until finally can develop.”
“Ngana, Baapu school outside so that it can continue this company. But why is it like this?!”
"Huh!!"
Baapu looked down for a moment. Then straighten the chin back up.
“Need you guys to know? Demas died after covering the track record of SGC company Torrid!” Baapu's ramps are straightforward and firm.
Jebe and Tilamuta, who had been looking down, looked up. Staring at Baapu in disbelief.
“Dambea!!” Call baapu.
Uncle Dambea who was waiting outside the room came in with a map. Put it on the baapu.
“Learn!” Excitement baapu throw the map on the table, then get up from sitting. And pass from there.
Uncle Tilamuta and Jebe are still my mama in his seat.
He stood up and followed her.
“Baapu,” he said softly when silence was created for so long. They're still on their way home.
“Rei,” Baapu embraces it.
He really doesn't know what to do. Memories of his father are back. The clear water from earlier struggled to fill his eyelids. Occasionally skate without his power.
Stuffy.
The next day Danang announced that he would come tomorrow. This afternoon he, baapu and neene were relaxing on the back porch. While feeding baapu's beloved fish.
“That,” Baapu points to fish that swim slowly but surely. There was a red round mark on his head.
“Like the Japanese flag,” sahut.
Baapu nodded, “Tancho type,” baapu designated fish silent under artificial bridge. Huddle with the others.
“Which expensive kalo?” ask him while paying attention one by one. There are about 10 of them there. With bright and agile striking color.
“Kumpay slayer type. That's ...." Baapu refers to fish that have long fins on the tail, back and chest. It's beautiful like a butterfly. Colored blend of white, black and golden.
“The most expensive touts?”
Baapu threw a handful of fish food.
Pyuurrrr ....
Directly struck. Followed by the sound of tipples and ripples of water due to the movement of fish fighting over food. Then it sounded,
Cuap .. cuap .
The mouth of the koi fish gasping at each other.
“Baapu never buy. So don't know which is the most expensive.” Then chuckle.
It's thawing.
Neene laughed crisply.
By noon, he and Laira go to the airport to pick up Danang. Even though the rain is pouring with it. But he was grateful that the plane could land without a hitch.
“Sorry ... long wait, yes?” Danang rubbed his head.
He paused for a moment. Cringing. Spontaneously holding his hand.
Laira was waiting in the car.
“Yesterday to Surabaya first, so ..”.
He turned to the man and put his feet up.
“The plane is different schedule, rewind it to.”
“Kok to Surabaya? Mas Danang there is a need there?”
They entered the car cabin. Laira drove the vehicle slowly. After a moment of greeting and shaking hands with Danang.
“How are you, Bro?” asked Danang who was sitting in front of Laira.
“Good. How are you yourself? I think it's busy, huh?” Reply Laira.
The rain came back so hard. After that, I stopped for a while.
“Biasalah .. duty of a country that has no death,” Danang chuckled.
“Cih, the country man is also human,” welcomed the naughtiness of Laira.
And they talked all the way. While he was ignored in the backseat.
Huft.
***
Danang
After eating dinner they sit in the family room.
Kirei had just sat down, having brought him black coffee. And honey tea for baapu and neene. Not to forget the karawo cake that is painted nicely and unique in a clear glass jar
He carved a smile looking at Kirei. Who sat beside him.
Baapu and Neene also sat side by side on the 3 seater sofa. It felt like this night he had to talk.
***
Kirei
“Baapu, neene ..” Danang said, then looked at him. The corner of the man's lips is pulled upwards.
Baapu and neene looked at them.
“I got the mandate,” Danang said.
“Two days ago ... Mr. Tarman Fauzi passed away,”
“Innalillahi wainnailaihi roji’ ..” Baapu, neene and himself spoke almost simultaneously. Then they looked at the man.
“Not healthy, Mas?” tanyanya.
“I'm so bad, Om Tarman wants to see us, but it turns out ...” True too said mother. Age no one knows.
And embrace his shoulder.
“The pain is long. Yesterday was anfal. Due to repeated heart attacks.” Danang Tandas.
“Makanya yesterday To Surabaya first. His body was taken from Singapore to Surabaya. And the sore was buried.” Light of the man.
He can imagine the sadness of Aunt Ida—wife Om Tarman. And also papa. Om Tarman is a brotherly friend to papa. Then Om Tarman's children and extended family must have been very lost.
His face changed. So did baapu and neene look lamentable concerns.
“Papa how, Mas?”
Danang rubbed his shoulder with his other arm still embracing him.
“Papa lose. But already schematized.”
“Definitely Mas Danang cape, take a break, Rei.” Neene interrupted.
Sure. The entire Bhayangkara corps is lost. Former man number 1 in the body of the police in his era. Famous straightforward. Assertively. Disciplined. And Clean. Who does not know General Tarman Fauzi?
Charismatic. First impressions of meeting him.
Then,
Assertively. Seen carrier. Similar to papa, and the man sitting next to him.
And,
Good. Indeed the person is flexible, so able to join anywhere. Including his presence during the wedding ceremony at the mother's house. Friendly and nurturing.
“Numbered, Ne. In a moment.” Danang smiled. “There are things I have to say here.”
The three of them turned their eyes to Danang. Who took things out of his pants pocket.
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