Honey Semanis Tubes
A MOMENT BESIDE YOU
The ringing of the working clock that had been sounding from behind the pillow woke Aksar. Time shows at 10:00 WIB. Swabbed nape that feels sore because all night eyes are reluctant to fall asleep.
The day he had been waiting for so long had finally come. Not in vain for the 185-centimeter-tall man was for years confined in a long wait. Just thinking of Kinanti's name as soon as his heart skipped a beat. He moved from the bed to the wall on the right side of the room.
A portrait measuring 2x3 meters sticks in a golden frame. Portrait of a smiling woman with dimples so that it adds to the degree of piety of her face. The charm belongs to the ever-present woman in her dream, Kinanti Ayu.
“Hai, Dear Kinan. Soon we will meet. As long as I miss you, my race will always be the same as it used to be. Beautiful leafan that is getting longer and longer, I still always keep for you one.” Lirih Aksar.
For a while, he was still staring at the picture. Until the sound of the cell phone breaks his daydream. One short message from Rosalina made her smile sweetly.
An hour later, Aksar came out of the bathroom in a white kimono while drying his hair with a towel to walk in closet. Aksar pacing around the room 3x5 meters. Not usually he linger long sorting clothes and clothing accessories.
Finally, the combination of a patchouli shirt with black chino pants adds a manly impression to him. Before leaving, he set himself in front of a mirror the size of himself.
The knock and creak of the door opened, a male servant in his late fifty years entered carrying a tray of coffee. Behind him, also enter Max—anjing Siberian husky— who jumped for joy to see Aksar.
Aksar immediately hugged Max. The wolf-dog led the master to the balcony of the room. A Max habit that Aksar always follows. Sometimes, Aksar felt funny with the action of Max, exposed to the wind from the artificial lake directly opposite his home, became his own comfort for the dog.
Max was still sticking out his tongue and wagging his tail. After finishing the coffee and enjoying the green scenery for a while, Aksar crouched down facing Max.
“Papi want to meet your mom first, yes. Okay, Boy?” Aksar stroked Max's back.
Just a small howl in Max's answer sign that the dog understood his words.
Aksar walked towards the garage taking out a metallic black SUV. Slowly, he drove his vehicle down the highway to the Grewmedia Publisher building. Along the way, he would end up singing a song I'd finally find you, Naff's.
Arriving there, the man deliberately sought a parking lot that was a little far away so as not to attract the attention of many people. His arrival today to Grewmedia was indeed faster than the promised time. Rosalina who read the message from him also felt a little surprised by the schedule change.
With a slow step, Aksar headed for the elevator on the ground floor of the building. He glanced at the clock on his left wrist. He came while everyone was on their lunch break.
The top number. Not long after the door opened, the seven women who were in the elevator momentarily gasped at the presence of herself in front of the door. In fact, while exiting the elevator, some of them still glanced at Aksar until the elevator door closed.
However, Aksar did not enjoy the lack of it. The sparkler of love in his eyes long ago only shone when he saw Kinanti.
The elevator tinkles to deliver it to the destination floor. For a moment he looked at the surrounding situation that looked lonely. Only a few people pass by with their respective busyness.
As directed by the sound of his heart, Aksar swung a step to the right side of the elevator. Right after five steps, he was stunned to see the figure he had long since missed. He looked at that beautiful face in silence. The reflection of sunlight from the window where he leaned, making the woman look more earthy.
Your sweet face .. similar to honey, Kinanti Ayu, Aksar said in his heart with a still intense gaze looking at the woman from the side of the door.
Unbeknownst to Kinanti, Aksar continued to enjoy his fantasy from the end of the pantry door. He stood next to each other and continued to look at Kinanti with a longing gaze. Deep longing for the figure of a woman who is confined in daydreams.
After a long time looking at Kinanti and content to photograph the woman secretly, Aksar knocked on the door to disperse the sweet woman's daydream. “Excuse me, I'm looking for a toilet but I can't see, where, huh?” ask Aksar to start the conversation.
Kinanti got up from the seat, then approached the man. When viewed from the clothes he was wearing, it seemed like the man was from the production division.
“Oh, over here, Mas. Please.” Kinanti pointed her index finger towards the toilet not far from her.
Aksar entered the toilet, while Kinanti again sat on the last seat. Ignoring the figure of Aksar though at a glance he judged that the man was quite interesting. The glasses lady finished the tea which was starting to cool.
His hand scrolled through the incoming WA message, hoping to tuck the message from Surya. However, as of this afternoon, his message was still unread.
Not long after, Aksar came out of the toilet. Kinanti turned, then smiled at a glance.
“Mas new employee?” ask Kinanti kindly. There was a bit of shock from the man's facial features, but he quickly adjusted them.
“Hmm .. yes, today is my first day working,” Aksar said lightly.
“Wow, congratulations. From which division? Didn't break lunch?” scowl Kinanti with a friendly smile.
“I'm not so hungry, so want to see the office first. “ Aksar replied with a smile. The black hair of the disconnect undercut model makes her smile look even more washed away.
“You want me to make coffee?” the Quintessence breaks the silence. The woman with a height of 165 centimeters went to the pantry kitchen.
“Bby, coffee without sugar, full hot water do not use cold water,” the answer is firm.
Kinanti's steps stopped for a moment, turned her head and gave a smile. He was a little surprised by the man's request. Throughout the tradition in his family, brewing coffee is enough half a glass of hot water, the rest is mixed with ordinary water.
Aksar's view sweeps the pantry room. Seeing some of the staff in shirts similar to the one he was wearing, then he felt amused. His eyes narrowed, holding a smile. Naturally Kinanti considered him a new employee.
“Please, Mas. Here, coffee!”
“Thank you.”
Aksar accepted with a faint smile. For a long time he wanted to taste the coffee from the woman. His eyes were not looking at Kinanti. They sat face to face, only a long table limited them.
Intimidated by Aksar's gaze, Kinanti shifted her seat slightly away. Undeniably, although he is friendly and sociable, keeping a distance from a man he does not know is a must.
Kinanti and Aksar still enjoyed their respective drinks. The atmosphere was quiet for a while. Aksar finally started with a pleasantry dialogue that was able to melt the atmosphere until a light conversation continued to roll between them.
Sometimes Kinanti smiled listening to the man's story. Its friendly and adaptable attitude makes it have many friends and is respected by every employee.
However, things turned uncomfortable as Kinanti let out a long sigh. Rosalina's WA message requiring her to attend the meeting with Right Man was quite distressing.
“No. Job issues only.” Kinanti's view is still fixed on the phone screen.
“You're an editor, huh?” ask Aksar as if he just found out. He glanced at the ID card that covered Kinanti's neck.
“Ya, editor distressed because targeted to get a contract work of a Right Man!” sahut Kinanti.
Aksar was agape at hearing it. He became more interested when his name was called Kinanti.
“Sorry, I don't want to interfere with your work. But, just a little curious, it seems you are burdened to get a signature hmm ... what was his name earlier, ‘men, men’.” Aksar provoked the woman's response. His right index finger moved around for Kinanti to speak.
“Right Man,” timpal Kinanti Correcting.
“Nah, yes. Right Man's! He's the author of the best seller, ‘kan?”
“Iya. Best seller whose work has been translated into several foreign languages, even the second book sold forty-five thousand copies in the first week of publication. Amazing, ‘kan?” kinanti.
Again, that explanation he said in just one breath.
He looked at the appearance of the man from the top to the tip of the foot.
Pretty handsome for the category of a staff, Inner Kinanti.
“Wow, you turned out to know quite a lot about his achievements.” Aksar rubbed a fine sideburn on his cheek.
“I think anyone knows about that. But, honestly I'm a little heavy if later required to hold the script he,” sigh Kinanti. He massaged his temple slowly.
“The reason why you don't want to hold the script? I don't think the editor can choose which script he likes or dislikes. Didn't you?” Aksar asked back.
His hands were round the edges of the coffee cup.
Kinanti just nodded slowly. “Iya, anyway. I only plan to take a leave of absence. And the time off will be delayed because of this project.”
Aksar just nodded at the woman's words. “OK. Second reason?” Fishing the man carefully. He did not want his efforts to be so far messy.
“Secondly, I'm not too interested in revising the script. I've read the last two Right Man novels. It's too long-winded in the three most crucial early chapters,” explains Kinanti steadily. The woman did not notice the change in the facial expression of Aksar who was slightly disturbed by his speech.
“So you mean, the Right Man has a problem in the first three chapters of all his novels?” ask Aksar more and more curious.
“Iya, that's so. I say this from the point of view of pambaca. If I were responsible with the script, I would have crossed out with a big red ink of the script,” said Kinanti slightly chuckled.
Kinanti, fortunately I love to die with you. Otherwise, the inner Aksar grumbled.
“So which writer is better than Right Man? Who knows Right Man could learn from that author.” Aksar is still curious about the honest answer of the idol.
“Faisal Akbar! Yes, for me Faisal Akbar is a writer with a writing style that has a characteristic, he rightly goes to the core of the story. He was able to throw the suspense of the story since the first sentence was written. Moreover, his experience is indeed a level further than Right Man.” Kinanti explained at length with the twinkle of the eye that was getting luminous.
“You've met Right Man?”
“Not yet, anyway. If you meet later, best seller writers mostly arrogant, arrogant, domineering, chat editor!” said Kinanti in a rather high voice.
Aksar's forehead grew increasingly frowned upon hearing what the woman had said. “Hitting flat perception without ever interacting, it feels more judgmental,” said the man quietly.
Kinanti. It slightly allowed the words of the man before him. Redirected from Aksar out the window.
Aksar was still watching. Smile restrained. He continued to look at Kinanti who was still pensively silent.
“Gosh! I think I'm talking personal things to other people. Sorry,” said Kinanti hit her forehead. He had unconsciously told a long story with a new employee. Really, he forgot to keep a good and elegant image as an editor.
“For what is the matter of something I consider special?” The Aksar tried to calm down.
“Special? Meaning?” Kinanti's forehead frowned at the words of the man who was still staring at her.
“Forget it, it's just an axiom without contents.”
Kinanti sighed hearing the unusual diction that repeatedly came out from the man's lips.
Who her? batin Kinanti began to suspect.
“By the way it's in what division? Isn't this past the break?” Kinanti decided the awkwardness that momentarily slipped in her heart. He glanced at the clock on his wrist.
“I'm Kinanti, editor's part. You?” Kinanti stood up sticking out her hands. Aksar stood near him. Kinanti looked up, the difference in their height both looked contrasting.
“Oh, hmm .. I'm from the story department.”
Kinanti chuckled at Aksar's reply. “Story department? There's a cake department, huh? You're kidding me, deh!” tukas Kinanti was still confused. He chuckles, dimples perfectly decorate his chubby cheeks.
“There,” said the man was short. He moved one step closer.
Kinanti felt intimidated so the reflex took a few steps back. However, quickly, he mastered the atmosphere, shrugging his shoulders and left hand to wait for an answer.
“Ada?” suhut Kinanti repeated a bit confusedly.
“Include, I am Aksar Nayaka. The Right Man you mentioned his name,” replied the tall man steadily.
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