Love of the Journalist
3. Continue or ... Quits
...3. Continue or ... Quit...
Kirei
Several days have passed since the coverage to the scene of the crime. He began to be busy to prepare a report on the continuation of the case he was covering.
Yesterday I submitted two further cases of Anton mas that have been slightly repaired to the mas Aldi desk as the program coordinator. I don't know what the response is, he hopes to pass the review and can go up again to the executive producer's table. Or straight to the editor-in-chief.
But, the wishful thinking disappeared already when Aldiansyah the coordinator threw a map of the report of coverage to his cubicle table.
Braakk.
He looked up in shock. It looks like Aldi's face flat can not be interpreted the purpose of his actions earlier.
But the obvious hunch says ‘something is not okay’.
“To my room,” Aldi command.
Rushing he got up from the chair, tidied up a slightly tangled shirt and grabbed the map that Aldi had thrown.
Knocked on the door twice, then he entered without waiting for a voice answer from within.
“Sore, Mas.” Keep standing in front of Aldi's desk.
“How many years have you worked as a journalist?” Aldi asked flatly as he played a pen that rotated around with his thumb and index finger.
“One year, Mas.”
“You know, with one year should be trivial things like that will not happen,” he said while glancing at the map snelhecter he brought.
“Open your reporting!” Let's Aldi.
Quickly, he opened the file from the map.
...‘Report coverage of sexual abuse cases against street children in the city of Solo’...
First sheet fix, second okay, third pass, fourth advanced, fifth...? Many colorful stabilos are scattered there. So are the sixth, seven and eight leaves. Not only did the rainbow of stabilos adorn, but the scribbles were all close to covering the original writing.
Oh my god! The pecker is in the heart.
Reflexes he rubbed his face water. Several times trying to cut the saliva that feels difficult because suddenly the throat is dry.
“What did you find there? (What you found there)”
Choked. It was as if he had been bombarded with a thousand questions, but none of them could answer them.
“Receh!” Ejekn Aldi's.
DEG
Whatdoes thatmean? He still stands nailing.
“I don't want to know. Tomorrow the report is already on my desk by 10am at the latest. If you can't afford two options.” Aldi paused his speech.
“Continue or .. quit."
Suddenly his face warmed. Even the heat seemed to accumulate in both of his eyeballs.
It's never, oh no .. no, correction. Never been treated like this during work in the entertainment division. But it hasn't been even a month he's been given a choice.
What dream last night. You weird shit shit! Say it in the heart.
After leaving the coordinator's room, he walked to his desk with a wave. His high-flying spirit since being mandated in the news program, Mr. Rahmat's support as an executive producer suddenly crashed into the most basic steep valley.
The clear liquid escaped from the corner of his eye, but he quickly sealed so that his co-workers did not know his current chaotic condition. Deteriorated.
Time has shown at five o'clock in the afternoon. The news division room was deserted, only 2 people including him remained.
“Rei, you overtime?” Asked Oka a division co-worker who approached her and stood right in front of her cubicle. If the standing position of the cubicle chamber is only modest. So that Oka can see directly what he is doing.
“Yes, nih.”
“You want me to go, no?”
“Eh, no need, Ka. Just a moment again!”
“Have, if so. I go first, yeah. Don't be so late. There is info from BMKG afternoon until tonight Semarang and surrounding heavy rain. Sea tide. Biases, endless rob floods,” bright Oka at length. Understand Oka news division, TVS program Seputar Jateng. The latest info always goes in his pocket.
“OK. Thanks for the info.”
“You’re welcome,” reply while waving away.
Oka left the room. Stay on his own.
Checking files that need to be repaired. Then his gaze turned to the computer screen in front of him. Match the data that has been summarized. So on until he thought his job was done.
Hand aches. He squirms, how many hours in front of the computer screen feels stiff back. Eyes tired. Plunged his back on the back of the chair.
His eyes unintentionally stared at the wall clock on the wall. Geez it's 10 p.m. Hurry up he saves as the newly repaired file. It is stored in a flash. Intend to print in the apartment alone tomorrow morning before leaving for work.
The done!
He turned off the computer. Grabbing the backpack lying under the table. Turn off the lighting switch and close the door.
“Lho, Madam Rei hasn't come home yet?” Ask the security guard when they meet in the lobby.
“Custom, Sir. Sneakily." The answer.
“You naek what, Ma'am? Clock this time no transport,” ask again.
“Well, that's it, sir. Maybe the way forward first nyari becak.”
“Ati-ati Mbak Rei's. Outside the rain from this afternoon now even flood.”
“Thank you Sir,” the answer is relaxed. Hearing the word rain and flood for him was used to it. What else is a rob flood that struck unknown to the rainy season.
Sure enough, when he came out of the lobby, he was greeted with a rain of wind that was not too heavy but if he did not wear an umbrella, his body would be soaked.
He picked up an office umbrella that used to be stored in a corner near the entrance. Thankfully, there were two umbrellas in there.
Heavy rain that fell from the afternoon until now plus info from BMKG high tide resulted in standing water everywhere. This Pandanaran road alone the water can soak his feet up to sebetis. It could be a water level of 20-30 centi meters.
The streets seem empty. He kept walking through the flood. His pants were wet to the thighs. Caused by water ripples while walking. Then his clothes were also partially wet from the wind rain. The umbrella seemed to protect only his head and backpack.
He prefers to save his precious backpack. His back was soaked. Luckily his jacket slightly reduced the coldness that hit.
***
Danang
Tired of being so close to the entire ranks of section heads and sub section heads in the ranks of Ditreskrimsus is over.
Time has shown at 10 p.m. He decided to drive a ford office patwal car, because the information obtained by Semarang city and surrounding districts was also flooded.
The sedan type car is clearly unable to hit and can be fatal if you have to force it.
It turned out that during the trip to his apartment many residents were trapped. Some people he offered to hitchhike in the same direction.
Tin ... tin .
“How dare he walk alone rainy nights like this,” murmured when in front he saw someone walking through the flood.
He claxed many times, but the person was insensitive. He stopped his car right on the right side of the man.
“Where to?” He asked by tilting his head when the passenger side glass opened automatically
“Eh, Mr. Wadir,” reply the girl was half surprised not expecting
He also scrunched his eyebrows. Trying to remember.
“Sa-ya want to go home, Sir.”
“Which direction?”
“MT Haryono.”
“Bareng me only. I also want to go there,” take him.
He caught a glimpse of Kirei after sitting on the passenger bench beside him.
“Where do you live?”
The girl mentioned one of the apartments located on MT Haryono street. The journey takes about 15 minutes.
There's not much they're talking about. Just exchange mobile numbers. The rest is the silence between the two.
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Kirei
Arriving at the apartment he immediately entered, as soon as the patrol car disappeared from view. A smile from his lips.
That's one of the reasons for choosing an apartment for him to live in. Not because they don't want to socialize. But just to maintain privacy. His work as a journalist sometimes demands him indiscriminately about time. Like tonight he arrived at the apartment almost midnight.
Previously while living in the boarding house he became the lips of the neighbors of the room. Late home. Sometimes not going home for covering events outside the area. And sometimes the morning before dawn breaks he has to go fetch sustenance.
All he did for one word, ‘professionalism’ work.
But there are those who don't care why. Defaming and scorning him. He became more depressed until he decided to stay in the apartment.
Although the apartment he lived in was a studio type with an area of 21 square meters. He should be grateful to have a brother who loves him very much. Brother as well as a substitute father for him.
“Quiet aja, Rei. The brother who paid for the apartment. Salary you save just to eat the same as your needs.” Ken said as he told me about his planned move.
As he recounted his troubles, he was the first to help and stand up to protect him. Find an apartment even directly full paid for one year.
“I’m so lucky to have a brother like him (i'm lucky to have a sister like her)," he murmured.
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