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Which is Not as Usually

Renzana Alcatraz

Time seems to be slow. A lot of things had to be prepared to complete the project I was working on with Hanung. Start preparing licensing until the place that will later become the office when we work. In the near future, we also have to conduct job interviews with some applicants who have accumulated application letters since our independent wishes were triggered. Indeed, more of us are applying for workers, but not a few also apply for some fields that we open opportunities. Including the marketing team and reporters who still have a limited workforce.

"Raz, I'm hungry. DO yuk food," Hanung's invitation shifted my focus to the stack of cover letters I sorted. Of the many cover letters, nothing has caught my attention.

"Follow it down. What the hell would you like to order?"

"Know this, rice is like that. Since lunch I have not eaten again. You know, my rations should be four times a day."

I glanced at the clock that was coiled around my wrist. At 07:00 p.m. Hanung was screaming hungry. Since morning, we were too busy taking care of these and only took a short break for prayers and lunch. The rest of us are busy preparing everything that really needs careful planning. Hanung, who used to eat at 03:00 pm, missed his daily schedule and is now complaining of hunger.

"Whatever. I'll finish this first. No one's interested in their CV yet."

"Reporter? I gave advice to Kanya's recruits. Have you said no, lo?"

I patted the eel as Hanung mentioned the woman's name. It had been three days since my return from Tuban, and had not been able to tell her anything except the day I arrived in Jakarta and said if I survived to my destination. Furthermore, I was busy preparing the new office with all other matters in order to be able to operate immediately. The day is getting closer to the limits of our new media launch and everything has to mature. Hanung is so with me, not a typical person who can accept things done half-and-half.

"Why lo?"

"Gue has not told Kanya at all, since returning to Jakarta."

"Cumbent. Usually never absent minded Kanya, either" Hanung commented while checking the 6-inch screen in his hand. "Eat rice padang aja yuk," he bargained then.

"Can deh. I called Kanya first."

I moved towards the balcony on the second floor when I said that to Hanung. Our office will indeed be a two-story building that is quite strategic and has a room that is not generally as an office. It even tends to be like a regular residence. It's just that we make it as comfortable as possible to be at home while working.

On the first floor it was sealed into four pieces. Reception desks, marketing rooms and advertising services, as well as dedicated newsrooms for reporters. At the very back there is a pantry that also serves as a dining room for employees.

While on the second floor serves as a general manager room, editor-in-chief, managing editor, meeting room, also a room large enough to rest. And, there is a balcony that is transformed into a garden complete with long benches of tables and smoking areas. Regarding all the affairs that Hanung took over and proved, the office with a size that is not large, but quite this, feels comfortable.

"Hello" the greeting on the end of the phone made the nerves in my cheek loosen. It seems like I haven't heard the voice of that woman in a long time. Isn't three days really a long time for people who fall in love?

"Hi, how are you, Nya? Sori, I didn't have time to tell you because I have to take care of this."

"Oh ... ." Kanya's reply was short and lackluster.

"I'm really sorry, His. You mad?"

I patted the jidat. I'm really sorry to ask Kanya that. A stupid question that only provoked the woman's anger. It was as if the things I did did did not show any sense of understanding at all.

"Hey, sorry. I'm really sorry, Kanya."

"How busy is it to Mas Araz not see HP at all? Mas Hanung still had time to give news, even though he said that he had resigned from the office." Anger exploded. I took a long breath.

Yeah, how busy am I to make my woman wait and be filled with anger like this? He even shed his tears for me.

"Sorry, Kanya. I'm sorry yes. I'm mistaken. Next I won't believe anymore," I said truly sorry.

"Mas Araz knows it, I'm afraid that Mas Araz will suddenly disappear like this and it turns out... Bad things happen to Mas Araz." Kanya's voice shook as she said that sentence.

"I'm sorry, honey. Sorry to worry you. I promise I won't believe it again."

"I'm worried, Mas Araz why-why." Kanya's voice is still shaking.

Mind glaring. For these three days I was busy anything to the point of ignoring Kanya? The day after returning home from that small town in the western tip of East Java, I began preparing invitations for the launch of the media company I built with Hanung from morning until late at night.

Tomorrow, there are some files that must be submitted to the press board for our media to be verified. And today, again busy with a myriad of activities to forget to check the device. Even I only touch that thing when there's an important phone related to work. It is only fitting that Kanya feels neglected to make the woman angry and worried at once.

I was secretly relieved, though guilt was inevitable. At least I'm relieved that Kanya has concerns over my circumstances. It made me even more certain that I could completely snatch Kanya's heart from the Son.

I let out a breath. Remembering that name always makes my heart ache. I want to be angry, but I don't know who to be. I can't possibly block someone's feelings, right? Sometimes I also feel unfair to the lovers who have to separate and can not unite for various reasons. Especially if I get involved. However, I also cannot deny if I want to continue with the woman I love.

"Mas Araz, all right?" Kanya's voice from the other end of the phone cut through my daydream.

I smile. "Yes, I'm fine, His. Earlier this week we officially launched the Kata Room and there are still many things that need to be prepared. We still need your help, actually. The application for the reporter has not been suitable for my qualifications with Hanung."

There was no response from Kanya. The woman was silent. Pretty long. He finally answered with doubt. "Later I'll think again, Mom. Actually at work now I still can not be maximal. Especially without Mas Hanung, I'm afraid it will burden your team."

"Yes it's okay. We will wait for you if you change your mind. Oh yes, how is Aunt Sukma? Is there progress?"

Kanya told her mother's condition. However, in my brain it was filled with another story when he mentioned the name of the Son. His older brother was finally caught if he hid bruises on his face due to a hitter incident some time ago. Om Eka was furious and asked Kanya to pay more attention to the Son so that the same thing does not happen again.

Again, the anger took hold of my heart. That jealousy quickly controlled my emotions. Unknowingly, I took a deep breath and asked Kanya to stop her story. Just when Hanung called me. Saying if our orders for rice paddies have come.

"Hemm, his sori, I think we should please phone him first. I'll call you again. I eat first. Hungrier. Do not forget to eat either. See you, it's."

I disconnected the phone before Kanya could reply to me. I took a long breath. There was a sudden feeling of giggles enveloping my heart. Tasteless. I don't know what I should call it.