BLOODY REUNION
CHAPTER 4 GOOD BYE PRINCESS...
The elevator clinks and the door opens. The criminal journalist, Firman Abdulgani, turned to Dicky Herlambang. “Down, Mas Dicky?”
“True first, Mas. I still want to chat with Princess for a while.”.
“Not enough reunion?” Word flirted before waving his hand and getting into the elevator whose door was immediately closed. ”See you again..”
As Dicky turned around, the Princess smelled Kenzo fresh from him. The dapper clothes and hairstyles that Dicky showed have changed a lot since they split up as late as High School. Dicky was a mess and dressed all I wanted. Understand, ABG. But now he seems much more mature in manners and appearance.
”Why didn't you say that you were invited to broadcast to my place?”
”Surprise!” sahut Dicky's. ”You don't know my name at all?”
“Gue really did not expect because there is a title Doctor it.”
“That's the result of five years of college in Aussie..”.
“Basic sok!” Princesses laugh. “But when reading a crazy article from someone named Dicky Herlambang about the Girza case, I immediately knew that it was you.”
“Masa? Well, I'm flattered because I didn't expect to be so famous.”
“Norak,” said the Princess punched Dicky's chest gently, though slowly it turned out it pushed Dicky backwards.
“Crazy, you're still fierce. Not yet a bosen to be a guy?”
“Let alone, the important thing is many who love me...”
“Indeed, if you read the mellow and tearful message. Today, many people are heartbroken, including me. Why do you use to resign everything?”
”Reclaration.”
Dicky raised an eyebrow,”You're avenging me the story? Yes, I was wrong not to know you guys fit me fiancee. Later I fix the reunion yes.”.
”Appointment yes..” Princess with a waist.
“Suwer, yes. By the way have received the attachment I sent to email?”
”Already. Where the hell is Villa Magenta?”
”Just come to Ancol next week, I want a surprise for you.”
”The changes make me curious? Uda, pull it out. The elevator has arrived..”.
”OK. Context yes...”.
Dicky Herlambang smiled sweetly and gave a thumbs up. The princess waved until the elevator door closed. The clear elevator door reflected the shadow of a girl in a Liverpool jersey, a pair of short jeans, with hair that was disheveled because she had not yet taken a shower. Meeting Dicky made him happy but after that sadness re-established the heart. The sadness that has colored his day lately.
The girl returned to the broadcast room. Setyo, the second shift announcer, will only start his broadcast at ten o'clock so that as usual he has only come in half an hour. Machine player runs song ’Betch Breathas’ from Dewa automatically. The one-hour pause that occurred at the change of shift hours was the most pleasant time for the Princess because the slot was filled with music without annoying advertising interludes or unfussy announcer babble.
The room measuring six by six meters was cold as usual. Princess remembers on the first day of the broadcast, she had to wear two layers of clothing plus a jacket to withstand the cold temperatures inside here. This room is what he came in the morning, even he had to sleep here when he came home from dugem. A lot of things went on and on until the span of five years felt really fast.
He used to imagine the profession of broadcaster to make himself locked behind a table full of electronic equipment, console mixer, tape player, and a row of CD shelves or computer files. It must be very confusing between talking, choosing and tuning songs, also placing ads. After experiencing it himself, only he knew that most of the work was handled by a computer with a sophisticated system program until he just filled in the row of songs that have been composed Ichsan, Program Manager of Breakfast with Play. So it doesn't matter to her to go pacing to the toilet, or the kitchen, or to eat breakfast between song breaks or commercials.
Five years of his life as a broadcaster. What's everything for?
While still full of idealism, the profession of the broadcaster is done to please others, making loyal listeners laugh in the face of traffic on the way to work in the morning, and there is nothing more noble than making others happy. Unfortunately, that happiness is falling. There is no more happiness. There is no more passion. Lately all this is just a bland routine.
He may still be able to throw humor, provoke laughter, be sympathetic and do other things, but that is just professionalism as a broadcaster, professionalism in the form of a mask... a mask that is heartbreaking because he can no longer laugh at hearing his own humor or enjoy the music he has chosen for the listener.
After five years in this field, he realized he was drowning in saturation. There are times when his thoughts, creations, including himself need to be refreshed again. Therefore, the Princess wants to do new things, working on various things that she has been craving but has never materialized because her time is hampered by broadcast time and preparing material. And now is the right time!
Princess doesn't want to just make money. This he had considered carefully before telling Ichsan and Mbak Inge. To be honest, it was quite a tough decision for the Princess. YOUNG FM has become a part of his soul. Like a sentence in the song Dewa, ’My half-breath flew with you’, Princess half-breath was already flying when she gave a resignation letter to Mbak Inge, her manager, who read her letter in disbelief.
Just like YOUNG FM who is part of her, Princess Roffelino has become one of the icons of YOUNG FM in the morning shift. Both are fused in the same breath, and now both lose their partners.
The princess knew the consequences would be severe, moreover she had many listeners, some even became fans, who somehow felt so excited to hear her parrot-like chirping every morning. Indeed, not all listeners are fun, there are one or two people who send annoying messages, such as Rulianto or Teddy who almost every day send messages of ridicule or reproach. But he was already immune, the types of people like them did not need to be harried and they would stop by themselves for a while.
What the Princess fears is the reaction or comments from fans who do love her. Her fear only happened two hours ago when Aditya called. Her fan is a disabled five-year-old boy, who listened to her broadcasts from the first time the Princess introduced herself on the air, and since met in an off-air event, she said, he always sent poems that always decorate week after week. Hearing Aditya's voice, the Princess immediately stammered and cried as she pleased.
Thank goodness it has passed.and despite the heavy burden, his fans must keep going.even without him.as he is ready to step into the future, The princess had already made up her mind not to deceive her fans. All they need is their heart, not their professionalism or skills. When he was no longer able to give his heart, he began to deceive his fans. So this is the right decision.although the Princess is aware that it is very difficult for everyone...
“Last song was for you,” suddenly Ichsan's voice sounded.
The princess turned around and saw that her co-worker had been standing in the doorway of the broadcast room. A fat body with a bushy beard grew to cover his lips and chin. Her creamy hair, nicknamed Ichsan Dagiengz, is rarely combed or washed until it looks so sticky. Even so he is famous for stylish accessories such as necklaces, bracelets, earrings, even phoenix tattoos on his arm.
”The person is already put to death?”
”Already, a few minutes ago..”
”Unexpected death penalty date together with the last day you broadcast.”
”Yes, good does mean people will still remember when I came out,” said Princess. ”The problem is that I am not spoiled.”
“Elu ngangenin..and tomorrow there will be no joking laughter you coloring my day in Breakfast with Play,”.
“Gombal, ah.”
“Gue thought you were back..”.
"No, I was just Dicky and Firman.”.
“Gue is back, no. Want to be together?”
“Elu first, deh. I still want to stay here first.”.
“Pronounce the last greetings with this room?” ichsan Goda. Seeing the Princess silent, Ichsan added. “No wonder how I will be tomorrow without you. Half dead I lost you.so did the fans and.ehm...Aditya.”.
The princess was silent, her facial water turned sad, the girl shrugged, ”But Madam Inge already got my replacement.”.
“He said so, anyway. He quickly responded and made an action to replace you with Faya.”
“Faya?” said the Princess raising an eyebrow. “He's new?”
“Gue has protested as well but Mbak Inge says his character is almost the same as yours.
Princess selfishness is disturbed when equated with people who just joined five months ago in YOUNG FM. Five months to be equated with five years? But it's up to Inge's decision alone, “Oh, is that it? Nice, deh. Then, you won't be lonely.”
“Yang really. Have you heard of Faya broadcast?” Ichsan. “He suck.”
“Jam fly only less. I was green five years ago too. Give him a chance. I'm sure you can shape him like you did me. If Mbak Inge thinks Faya has the potential.certainly he could be a good broadcaster.”.
“Gue hope he's a good student.”
“Should if the teacher is as ferocious as you..”
“Damn,” Ichsan laughs. “Ah, but I'm not sure he can make me laugh like you.”
“As I said, give chance dong.”
“Gue knows. Cave is just an input for my morning companion.”
“Thank’s. You’re the best. But tomorrow you've changed wives, yes.”.
“Iya! Bete me if you want it again. I can't carelessly go to another heart. Imagine we've been together five years. The Roffelino princess I knew was a good student, and a solidary friend. I'm happy to work with you..”
Ichsan's trembling voice restrained the emotions, “Elu will be difficult to replace as the morning icon.”
“This is thanks to you,” said Putri Lirih.
“We all lost you...” the remark made the Princess more miserable, more and more sank on Ichsan's shoulder. “There's a chance you're back?”
The princess did not answer. The tomboy held his co-workers deeper, the occasion being the last of their meetings as broadcaster and producer of Breakfast with Play on YOUNG FM.
“Thank you make it all, San..”
