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Renzana Alcatraz

I was still focusing on the road when Kanya received the phone call beside me. Occasionally he nodded his head as if he was receiving an important mandate from the superior. If you look at the woman's conversation, it looks like she is talking to the source. Probably an environmental activist. Because from earlier Kanya mentioned about environmental damage to floods that often hit lately.

Almost 10 minutes later, Kanya disconnected the phone after confirming that they would meet tomorrow at 09:00 a.m. The woman turned to me who occasionally stole a glance at her. He smiles.

"Sori ya Mas, I'm calling him narcum. He is still in Jakarta, he said. The day after tomorrow had to go to Bandung to train for the utilization of plastic waste for a week," said the woman explained. He felt guilty for not ignoring me.

I smiled back and refocused on the road ahead of me. Jakarta is almost straight ahead at 11:00 p.m. Who would want to go out of the house when the rain and flooding are everywhere. I'm sure, if it wasn't for Hanung's prank, Kanya would have chosen to live in her comfortable apartment.

"Isn't your leave still long?"

"Yes the Mas, so yesterday I rejected the idea of Mas Hanung for such a long leave of absence. 'You are confused about what to do now. Instead of that, meet the source," said Kanya. Sometimes he looks at me. The smile did not disappear from his face.

"You trying to come with me? Tomorrow is just an editorial meeting for the theme of February anyway, but there are some places that have already entered the list."

"Can?" Kanya's question made me smile. Who could resist a traveling companion like Kanya? Being with him can always kill boredom.

"May, be a good assistant to me. Can help you with photo hunting too."

"Well, my pay is pretty expensive. How much is a day?"

My laughter broke upon hearing Kanya's words. The woman, at first, looks jaim and quiet. Once familiar, immediately the nature of the original who likes to talk as it appears. Even he tends to be chatty when he talks to Hanung. He did not hesitate at all with his superiors in the office.

"Why laugh at me?"

"Haha... I swear to God, you're funny."

"Oh, thank you, sir, for thinking I'm a cute girl. Means my pay is double dong, ' will the role be double. As well as being a restless entertainer," Kanya said, making my laughter even more broken. It turns out that the woman also has a pretty over narcissistic side.

"How much do you usually get paid to be that assistant?" let me enjoy the role Kanya played. The smile of the woman grew wider. He loosened his seatbelt and arranged his seat to face me.

"Depending, usually two to three million for a maximum rate of three hours. Calm down, my photos are not less professional. In fact, said Mas Hanung I have a talent to be a photojournalist, but not yet interested. Still good at putting words together. Eh but, if Mas Aldo wants me for a week, think again to make the tariff."

"It's good to call Araz, uh it's Aldo back again," I said suddenly upset when Kanya called me Aldo. Instead of being afraid, the woman laughed in response to my suddenly upset attitude. He even broke down and held his stomach.

"I want confirmation to Mas Araz, how the hell until called Aldo? I think she's got a lot of heartache?"

"Hasn't it been reported by Hanung?"

"Well, he said I was told to reconfirm and couldn't believe it if I had information?"

"Don't, it's too late. Your people already believe Hanung's story."

"Haha... That's why I asked Mas Araz now."

I took a long breath. How can I tell you the annoying experience that the nickname Aldo alias Alcatraz Dodol is still attached to me today? Just remembering it makes me ashamed to death.

"Not to."

"Well, so curious dong," said Kanya while putting on a face as if she was really curious. Though I'm sure very well, Hanung has told me everything impeccably.

"That's because Mas Araz is funny if again because it's called Aldo," said Kanya. The woman closed her mouth, holding back laughter. I was trying to suppress an increasingly irregular heartbeat when I saw his laughter so loose. "My correction is yes if something goes wrong. This is Mas Hanung's version of the story. If Mas Hanung story, Mas Araz was once given a letter to girls. The expression love is the story. Uh, same Mas Araz even given to the team some, because Mas Araz more famous. Because previously Mas Araz was also often a courier for girls who want to love Mas Araz's friend. What the hell's his name?"

Kanya seemed to be thinking of a name that was clearly heard from Hanung. His face was so serious that he put his fingers on his forehead. The woman closed her eyes as if seriously thinking.

I silently smiled at her behavior. After a few days of getting to know her more closely, many things from the woman were able to make me laugh. Although at the same time also sometimes makes me angry and irritated. What more when remembering if there is still someone else in his heart.

Hufftt just remembering it makes me feel upset.

"Who the hell is Mas, his name. I forgot." Kanya's voice broke the silence created between us. I just slicked my shoulders in response. "Isa... I actually forgot about me. Not good to know how it tastes. If you want to think but can't say it."

"Haha..."

My laughter broke as well. Seeing the distress when remembering the name of the play to be mentioned, makes Kanya's face so funny.

"Ish, kok was betrothed anyway. What the hell's his name? If gini ntar story is not so funny, Mas," Kanya protest only I respond with laughter. "Mas Araz. Tell dong."

"Why does it mean? 'You may call it Mr X or Y" I said among the laughter I could not stop. Kanya's face really looks funny now. The woman grumbled with annoyance because she did not remember it.

I know, the friend Kanya refers to is called Son. Because of personal sentiments with that name, I couldn't tell Kanya. I was also worried that his mood would get worse.

"Ish, consider her name Fahmi. Mas Hanung said, Mas Araz is often the courier of this Fahmi. So famous that the boys in the class of Mas Araz desperate will get a girl. Eh so Mas Araz got a letter, also given to this Fahmi. Unfortunately, the letter, which was considered a secret with the girl, was read aloud in front of the class. At once the girl was angry and nyamperin Mas Araz. Because of the sprain, the girl sprayed Mas Araz with water and Neriakin Alcatraz dodol. Over time so Aldol, Trus Aldo. That's Mas Hanung's story. Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, but you seem to be very fond of the disgrace of the person," I said withholding annoyance.

Although it has been a long time, if you remember my stupidity at that time, it really makes me ashamed. Now even Kanya repeated the story lightly. Really sucks, right?

"Yes, Mas Araz asked how Mas Hanung told the story..."

"Nya, do not need to be discussed again. Seriously, it's been a long time."

"Hehehe. Mas Araz is so cute that Sesel is called Aldo."

"What did you say I was?" Unknowingly I reflexively turned my head towards Kanya when calling me cute. Realizing that she had spoken wrongly, the woman covered her mouth with two hands. I saw her face red again. "Reporting his dong, I'm afraid of being wrong."

"No, no. Just think I was talking just now."

"Cie. who secretly ngakuin cute but do not want to say frankly," my god made Kanya's face more red. The girl sat back to me and hid her face on the back of the chair.

"Duh Mas, let's just say Mas Araz didn't hear me say."

"Hahaha. Rarely does anyone say I'm cute. Usually always said bujang weathered. So you have to remember dong."

"Mas Araz uh, I pulled my words," said Kanya still hiding her face.

My laughter is getting loose. Along the way I kept teasing her until she was completely red when I got out of the car. Even when he reached his apartment, Kanya immediately ran after saying her simple thanks.

"Thank you for laughing tonight. You are beautiful when you laugh" I muttered before leaving the woman's apartment. The smile did not disappear from my face.