Love of the Journalist
71. Dopamine
...71. Dopamine...
Kirei
The plane he was riding on had been flying at an altitude of 33 thousand feet. Higher than the summit of Mount Everest which is only 29,029 feet. It takes about 1 hour to reach the destination, Jakarta.
The day before, he met the TVS kids. Aldi, Anisa, Oka and Mas Budi. They spend up to three hours in karaoke.
“You'll have an office with Anton.” Aldi. “There are at least no old friends there, so you are not alone.”. Then Aldi picked up one of the soft canned drinks lined up on their front desk. Open it and then clean it a few times.
Anisa and Oka are still humming even though they sound discordant. Sing in their style while dancing. Making her laugh in the air.
Hareudang hareudang
Fanas fanas
Shealways shalalu fanas and hareudang
“Don't worry, Rei. Wherever we are the ties of journalists it is compact.” Budi added, “I'm proud to know you.” The man smiled at her.
“Mas Budi can aja,” his mouth blushed. “Malah Rei who is very lucky to have your kayaking friends.”
Hareudang hareudang
Fanas fanas
Shealways shalalu fanas and hareudang
kalia Siska - Hareudang
“What do you sing anyway?” aldi Ketus. They were greeted with their laughter.
It didn't feel like the plane had landed perfectly. He has arrived at Soekarno-Hatta airport. The taxi that took her arrived at the apartment. It is located in Slipi Palmerah.
“I've reached Mas,” he said on the phone line. He told Danang that he was in the apartment.
“Try to see,” the man has turned a phone call into a video call.
She could see her husband in the car. Wearing a brown uniform. At first the man insisted on driving him to Jakarta. But finally only until Ahmad Yani airport. Because he suddenly got the call of the Police.
“Good,” commented the man after he shone the camera around the studio-type room he was in.
“You take a break, only tomorrow, will you start work?”
“As per contract anyway, yes.”
“Take good care of your self (keep yourself well).”
“All the best to you (best prayers for you),”
“I miss you (i miss you) ..”
He smiled looking at the man's face. And they had to end the video call because Danang's car had been parked in the Mapolda area.
“Mas Danang be careful yes, take care of health. Miss you too.” His last sentence before actually connecting the video call was cut off.
He sighed. Keep the phone on a glass table that is directly side by side with a glass window. Waving light brown curtains. It looked. The atmosphere of Jakarta's sky is so bright from the 26th floor room he inhabits.
Then arrange his belongings that he stored in the side of the bed closet, which towered up to the ceiling of the room. Percis was the apartment he rented before he married Danang. Only the furniture and facilities are more complete. Minimalist kitchen is joined by a kitchen set, two-door refrigerator and dispenser that blend in it. There is also a microwave there.
His phone rang loudly. The name of Gemala is shown.
Little doubt. Is it true Gemala called him. Since Gayatri's engagement, she has never been in contact with him.
The first call has stopped. A few seconds later, the second call came back.
“Yes, Mala ...” Legally.
“Mbak Rei,”
He furrowed his brows, Gemala's voice sounded strange. Hurriedly and ....
“Mala ask for help, convey to Mas Danang. Mala cancel to Palembang. Going to Jambi. Last called Mas Danang but not lifted.”
“Maybe some days Mala can not be contacted because ...”
Tut ....
Phone connection disconnected. He looked at his cell phone screen. Waiting, hoping Gemala calls him back. Five minutes have passed, no sign. He tried to call Mala, but nil. Out of range.
**
Kirei
This morning he left for Emtek's office in Senayan City area by ordering ojeg online. He chose the fleet because he thought it was faster. Although the risk he had to breathe and surrounded by pollution from the smoke of vehicles that move slowly due to stuck in traffic.
But the speed of the ojeg he was riding continued to move freely. Breaking through several four-wheeled vehicles that were running slowed down even faltered.
Last night, he called Danang back via a video call. Just make sure the man has eaten what he hasn't. But it's spreading everywhere. Even the existence of Gemala turned out to be related to his research.
“Truly Mala is okay, Mas? Over there alone?” He assures his doubts. Because Mala is a girl who always fulfilled her wishes. Spoiled. And he never lived hard. How the girl had to live in the forest and move around. He himself could not even imagine.
“I've asked a friend for help there. To help him.” Danang.
He was a little relieved to hear that.
“Sleep ... it's night,”
“Not yet sleepy,” sergeant. Though his eyes were heavy, but he wanted to linger staring at the man who was sitting behind his desk.
“Truly have a meal?” ask her back no matter how many times.
“Already, same Rendra.”
He stared at the man who was also staring at him.
“Kangen,”
He shuffled from the headboard of the bed. Become asleep. Keep the phone leaning against the pillow to stay upright standing on it. Then lay on her side facing the cell phone that showed her husband there.
“Temeni Rei, sleep yes, Mas ..” Her request.
“Sleep, I'll accompany from here.”
“What kind of job, that makes my husband at this hour still in the office?” Crazy, it feels like if he becomes a man it will not be able to. Working hours that do not know time. It's 11 pm still in the office.
Danang chuckled at hearing it.
“Mas Danang do not often stay up,”
“Should take care of health. Rei does not want Mas Danang sick when we are away.”
“Who will take care?”
“Who's looking, try?!”
Momentary silence.
He stared at that shady face with a look of longing, “Pengen hug, kiss ...”
The man immediately laughed at hearing it.
He who may be inflicted with severe drowsiness unconsciously utters it. Because several times he blabbed interspersed with yawning. Unaware he just fell asleep. With a screen that still displays the figure of Danang there.
“Mbak has arrived,” voice brother ojeg disperse his memory last night.
He's meeting the receptionist. His presence was awaited. The receptionist took him to the 8th floor. He was welcome to wait in one of the rooms.
A man pushed the glass door. He stood up and looked at the man.
“Mas Anton?” He was a little surprised to meet his former senior Anton on TVS.
Anton reached out his hand, “How are you, Rei?” The man threw a smile at her.
Anton chuckles, “Sure Aldi who is telling you,” guess.
“Free, not expecting so soon. Big emtek. I don't know Mas Anton in what division.”
“Let's sit down, first.” Sergey Anton. “Please chat, until forgot.”
He sat across from Anton. While the woman next to the man looks to notice him. Sit next to Anton.
“Oya, introduce this Production Assistant, Nana.”
The woman stood up and extended her hand. He immediately welcomed and shook Nana's hand, “Kirei.”
“So in a moment, we will meet to discuss the program that you will bring.” Anton.
“You have learned the program sent the production part, right?”
He nodded.
The meeting went on for almost 2 hours and a half. He just found out if Mas Anton became the producer of the program he will be carrying.
“Where, Rei is ready?” Ask Mas Anton after they finished the meeting. Some people have left the room.
“Siap, Mas.” The answer.
“I hope our program is successful. And I'm sure you can take this program to go public and get a place in the hearts of the audience.” Pungkas Anton's.
In the afternoon he immediately studied the first script that will air tomorrow morning. Although the program brought some off the water and some on the water. But reading the script was mandatory for him as a host.
Located on the 8th floor in a room not far from the meeting. He sat down while looking at some files in front of him.
**
Danang
Last night after a video call with Kirei until his wife fell asleep. He immediately rushed to the CTF. What is certain is that the girl's chatter increases her dopamine hormone. And certainly make him more excited.
“Helper, kiss ...”
He shook his head while smiling to remember it. Kirei never expressed his desire that intimate.
Arrive at the location he immediately went down. Some of the suspects were lined up against a wall with their hands raised up. Discotheque Highlight.
Operation Antique Temple for one month held has raided many victims and dealers. Both the users, the anchovy class dealers, even the drug kingpin who was arrested some time ago.
“Report Commander. The suspect was 10, positive. Seven men, three women.” Drug Reports.
“Bring them to headquarters. Continue deeper investigation.” Declared.
“Siap. Execute!”
He noticed that one by one the suspects were being led into a patrol car. Three women and seven men. But instantly his forehead wrinkled when he saw one familiar figure.
***
Aldi
The last three months he has more often fled to nightlife venues. I don't know what made him friends with the world.
Not just tasting alcoholic beverages. But he went further than that. He felt after consuming the item. Mind relax. Body lightweight. And the burden of the mind is lost.
Yeah, he's been entangled with an unclean and haram thing.
When faced with the fact that the girl he loves has become the wife of people makes his world crumble. Although he accepted and tried to chest. But he needs a friend to get the girl out of his heart and mind.
Is alcohol and illegal objects that became his close friends lately.
He knew what he was doing was wrong.
Until a moment ago, he was on the phone of someone who used to give the illegal goods to pick him up at a cafe near Highlight discotheque. It was a week ago that he ordered the item.
Both of them transacted in the car in the cafe parking area.
“Nih,” the guy thrusts something wrapped in scrap paper.
He exchanged it for some money.
“Happy fun .. but, remember my message.” The man said before he got out of his car. Yeah, he can't drag his name when he gets caught by the police.
With a quick and hurried movement, he quickly opened the paper package. Inside there is a small plastic package of clips containing white powder.
He opened the plastic with a trembling hand. And thankfully helped with minimal lighting from the outside. Because it is impossible to do this activity in a car with bright lighting. It can inspire suspicion from people.
Everything went well. The combustion process is perfect. Until finally he can suck the intoxicating smoke with relief and satisfaction. His body now felt a sense of passion and euphoria.
He immediately cleaned the suction tool. Keep it in black plastic. Put in a small bag and store under the car seat.
All safe.
The car drove and stopped right in front of the Highlight discotheque. He darted into the entertainment room that night. Feeling his light body. Feelings of happiness. He sat down with friends he had only known for a few months.
“New dateng, lo?!” Greet one of his friends. He only replied by nodding his head to the loud, deafening rhythm of music.
But just about to drink a glass of red, he was surprised by the arrival of some people dressed in plainclothes. He and the others were immediately led together in the corner of the room with both hands on the nape of the neck.
Music immediately stopped. There was a change of noise from officers and some protesting visitors.
He realized they were police.
His heartbeat instantly thumped violently. Rhythmic fast and erratic. Face pias. Obviously he was afraid. He's fretting. Riled up and cold sweat instantly ambushed.
His body was examined by one of the plainclothes officers. All parts are no exception. He even had to take off his sneakers and socks.
“Next ...” Said one of the police officers wearing a brown uniform.
Didn't find anything suspicious on his body. Then he was led to another room. There he was asked about personal matters such as name whether it fit his identification card. His wallet and cell phone were seized by officers.
His fear is increasingly calling for the rising hormone dopamine - the rise is immediately freefall. Crashed not even imprinted. It turned out that the curse could not help him from the fear that whack.
He was taken to the bathroom at the end of the room. After being given the officer a small bottle to hold his urine.
Resignedly. Wish the miracle would be on her side.
However, unjustified actions are still mistakes that must be accounted for. Whatever, he had to accept the risk.
He was led by officers into a patrol car.
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