Love of the Journalist
1. Crowded ... Post Holiday Syndrome

...1.1. Crowded ... Post Holiday Syndrome's...

I don’t like Monday! Maybe that expression is true. The proof is almost every Monday he always misfortune.

The phone alarm that goes off every five minutes does not heed it from the soft mattress that always dances to pull it to sleep again. Counted 5 times the alarm went off again. Eventually, his consciousness returned home.

“Oh my god!” The screech when he saw the cell phone clock already showed at 7 am. His own fault after the dawn prayer he was sleeping again.

Saturday-sunday holidays make it post-holiday syndrome. Even though the holiday is only filled with leha, while studying the files given by Anton mas then.

He woke up at full speed to the bathroom. Just five minutes of showering, brushing your teeth. Then change the work clothes. Soothes moisturizer, sunblock, and powder sow to taste. Give a lipstick polish to look fresh. Not forgetting to shake his hair.

“Oh ... shit!” He looked at the bed like a broken ship. But he doesn't care, let it be cleaned up after work he thought.

Wearing favorite sneakers. Original not kawe-kawe-an. A todong result from her beloved sister.

“Finish, lets go!” He said as he grabbed his backpack and apartment key.

Occasionally running around small, when he saw his watch has shown at 7 past 30 minutes.

And when he arrived at the elevator door, he had to stroke his chest. The elevator is full and busy because it uses it a lot. What else is the condition this morning many people are on the move.

About ten minutes later he got the vertical moving iron box. Finally.

Luckily ojeg online was ready in the lobby waiting for him first.

But it seems that the bad luck is not over yet approaching him. The road is more crowded. All vehicles both public, private, motorbike and pedicab scramble and elbow each other. And the severity when arriving at the red light of the Young Monument junction. Longer duration of red light adds to the vehicle stacking up.

Patience. His mind while stroking his chest.

This half in the city of Semarang has stung. The fifth metropolitan capital in Indonesia is also famous for its legendary hot city.

“Udah nyampe, Ma'am!” The ojol handyman.

“Eh, i-iya, Mas.” His heart was dead a few moments ago his mind went nowhere.

Get off the motor and hand over the distinctive green helmet ojol.

From the office lobby, he ran towards the absent fingerprint machine.  In a hurry he inserted his right thumb on the scanner.

“Try once again." The sound of a fingerprint machine through the typical voice of a woman.

“Duh,” murmured Kirei. “Why the hell, when it's so important this machine is not friendly," his grunts while wiping his fingers slightly wet with sweat due to running around.

He tried to get his thumb finger into the scanner again. And sound ‘tit’.

“Thank you.” Say the attendance machine.

“Succeeded," she wrote with a fluffy smile.

His feet went to the elevator. Pushing the button 3. The conditions in the elevator are quiet, obviously the time has shown at 8 past 10 minutes. Everyone has done their own work. Reflek he patted his eel. Why is it that almost every Monday, it is always late. I don’t like monday. Huft.

“Definitely late again,” greet Devi fellow journalist of the entertainment division. As he sank his body in his work chair.

Kirei only grimaced, his partner's guess was indeed correct. Maybe even friends in the division already memorized this habit.

“He he he,” his laughter was crisp and forced.

“Ati-ati, you know. Later to the division news program coordinator division is famous fierce.” Devi.

“Hah!”

“Yang really?!” Ask by exclaiming.

“Try it later when it's there.”

Kirei scratched his suddenly itchy hair. Removed hair rope, he combed his limp hair wearing a helmet with his fingers.

Fortunately the helmet does not smell. His mind after smelling his fingers that were used to comb his shoulder hair still smelled fragrant.

“When do you, recover from post holiday syndrome?” Ask Devi.

“Automination!” Devi Imbuh.

Again he just replied with a grimace.

“Again trying,” reply.

“Haiiss ...” Devi's sizzle as it passed left her cubicle.

This morning he prepared all the reports and programs that had been done for the handover to the new staff who would replace him.

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The afternoon after lunch break. He's headed to the news program division. To meet Mas Anton who had been waiting for him.

“Sori, Mas is a little late," he said as he approached the cubicle of Anton.

“Gak, pa-pa.” Sergey Anton.

“Maklum,” he added again.

The break is always boisterous. Full canteen. Full toilet. Mushala don't ask again to be sure to queue. Must be extra patient.

“Ke sofas, yuk!” Take Mas Anton.

“Where, have you studied the file I loved yesterday?” Anton asked as they sat down on the sofa.

He nodded.

“I can relax here if you are ready. Actually heavy too, ninggalin TVS, ten years I've been here like a second house, like sodara everything. But in the end well ... the offer of higher office can beat idealism,” he said.

“Iya, anyway. Later, Anton will be a TV producer there. Beeuuhhh ... hello to the nolak!” Legally.

“Heh, can you!” Selak Mas Anton's. “I'm still heavy for the family. Anything else in Jakarta has nobody,” he said.

“Lhoh, same wife children not invited?”

“They can't come yet. Maybe wait for a new school. What's damning again, must leave my mother who is sick. No real heart.”

He patted Mas Anton on the shoulder, “That's the struggle of life, Mas. We have to choose. And must be good at choosing."

“Tumben,” Kelakar Anton.

“Oh, yes. You already know ‘kan people division news program?” Ask Mas Anton.

“Part of the heck,” replied Kirei.

“Good. We're still one floor. See you often right in the office.”

“Ton!” Call a tall man who comes up to him and Mas Anton.

“Hei, Bro. Recognize, Kirei changed me tomorrow,” show Anton to him.

Spontaneously he stood up and extended his hand at the tall man.

“Kirei," he said.

“Aldi.”

“He's the coordinator of the program news,” explained Mas Anton.

“Welcome to join,” says Aldi.

Kirei smiled at her smile.

Aldi has abandoned them.

“Mas, said Mas Aldi ferociously, yes?” His whisper was near Mas Anton's ear while covering it with his palm.

Laughter Mas Anton suddenly exploded, “Ha ha ha” until a person named Aldi was just about to enter the room looking back precisely to the two of them.

“Aiih, right. He noleh, don't-jang ..“

“Ton, bring your event search file ready!” Exclaims. Then enter the program coordinator room that has its own room. Unlike the usual staff which only consisted of cubicle cubicles.

“I stay first, yes.” Anton said as he stood up.

Kirei nodded.

Anton stopped by his cubicle table with some snelhecter maps. Then disappeared in the program coordinator's room.

“Huh,” murmured while leaning his back on the sofa.

Ddrrrtt.

His phone vibrated in his pants pocket.

My brother calling...

“Assalamu'alaikum ... Yes, Brother.” As soon as the phone call came in.

“Wa'alaikumsalam, tomorrow's weekend can go home no?”

“Hemm, don't know yet. Why?”

“Mother misses you. After three weeks you did not go home.”

“Haiihh, just come home doang!” The weirdo.

“Trus, you mean tell her what?”

“Nanya, when is Sister married?”

“Married mah, easy. The difficult married.”

He increasingly grunted to hear it, “Awas ya if married first, Ku aduin same Bunda”

“Ha ha ha ..” A loud laughter sounded in his ears.

“More tomorrow's weekend home. Sister same Mother wait. There's no reason. Semarang-Solo is close."

“Iya, yes.”

The phone connection ended.

Last week's holiday when he used to glitter. Because the division is off track. All programs are live and have a lot of stock recording. Except the impromptu program. But this month nothing.

“Sori, long.” Said Anton.

“Gak pa-pa, Mas.”

Then they discussed the entire program that is being worked on by the news division. If this division can be likened to the frontmost milestone of the entire program from TVS. But other programs are also as supporters that can not be reduced.

TVS News itself consists of several programs. The routine program consists of Seputar Central Java which airs morning, afternoon and evening.  Search events include special programs that air once a week. And breaking news programs are impromptu programs if there is news information that is up to date according to the time of the incident.

“Already know the coordinator of the news program. So, tomorrow we go to the field. Meet the parties we will dig up the information.”

“OK, Mas.”

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Note :

Post-holiday syndrome: excessive depression due to vacation expectations are too high, feelings of guilt for having spent a lot of money and there is fear or stress of having to go back to work. For the case of Kirei is still relatively mild and he can still overcome it himself by finding something that makes him passionate in work, namely his passion as a journalist. (source idntimes.com)

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