Love of the Journalist
8. Poisoning the Brain
...8.8. Brain Poisoning...
Aldi
"I ...." Whiney Keisya was writhing spoiled around his neck.The woman was trying to awaken something in him.
This afternoon he is not usually lazy to come into contact with Keisya. Even lately he deliberately made out with her just when in front of the new child. Who else if not Kirei.
"Stop it, Key!" Exclaims.
But he just closed his body. Sweeping his lips even forced his way in to deepen his kiss. He who could not dodge any longer finally retaliated against the attack. Making his co-star sigh favorably as his hands began to slip into Keisya's shirt. Exploring every inch of his body.
"Damn it!" The meaning in the heart. His brain and heart refused. Trying to dismiss all Keisya's treatment smoothly.
"not now. There's a lot of work waiting for me." Trying to restrain himself. His hands were back in Keisya's shirt.
"Okay .. okay but promise tomorrow don't refuse."
Kiesya's threat is ignored. Soon she took off her hand that was still encircling her neck. Tidying up his slightly tangled shirt.
He threw his body in the chair. Suck up his face. Heart rages. An entertainment transfer girl who is more attractive than her own potential fiance.
The corner of his lips lifted, his eyes closed and he muttered, “Interesting,” he said unconsciously.
“Oh shit!” After a split second, he realized his mistake.
***
Kirei
Report of the drug case coverage is already on Aldi's desk. Now he is studying another case.
...‘Misuse of fisherman operational assistance funds in Jepara’ district...
“Rei.” Sapa Anisa who was already standing in front of her cubicle.
He looked up for a while and then looked back down to read what points would be covered there.
“Ngemall, yukk.” Take Anisa.
“When?” Ask without looking at the interlocutor.
“Later afternoon. I want to get my shoes on again. Friends, yes?” Her request.
“Seriously very much anyway!” Curious next.
“Gue to Jepara.”
“Liputan to there?”
“Yup,”
“Boiled, yummy dong! Can all the way to Karimun.”
He looked up again, “Gue work is not a walk.” Stem with straightforward.
“Well you take a walk? Kan I say all ... means work at once wash the eyes.” Anisa chuckles.
“Haiss, your brain goes mellow streets,” ketusnya as it passes leaving Anisa who is still standing in front of her cubicle.
“Where to, Lo?”
“Ngopi.”
Walk towards the pantry with a relaxed pace. Hoping in rush hour work a cup of coffee can drive away the drowsiness that ambushes him. As he was about to open the door handle, he faintly heard a voice from inside.
Undoes the intention to enter, because what is clearly heard is only the village*an and the voice of a woman.
He walked back a few steps. Go to the toilet not far from the pantry. Washing his face, hoping that what he had just heard was just delusional.
Dry the face with a tissue and re-polish with thin makeup to make it look fresher. Then get out of the toilet.
Instead he was stunned when he came out of the toilet to find a couple who had just come out of the pantry.
“Lo sure what you just saw?” Anisa asked as they were in one of the malls at a shoe store.
He nodded and replied, “Yakin.”
“Gue was actually a bit doubtful, but ..“ Anisa's forehead shriveled, "..., as far as observing the couple could believe the hell they could do that.” Reciprocity.
“That's why we don't have to talk about them. That's a personal matter. But at least I have a weapon of revenge should he happen arbitrarily.”
“Good. I like the way you ..” Anisa chuckled while pointing towards him.
“True, tomorrow you so leave for Jepara?” Anisa Imbuh.
“Have ... let me spout. Dizziness I chased deadline continues.” The drill.
“Actually good program lo anyway, if in my opinion. The program does not chase with time. You don't have to be up to date right then. Can all refresh .. hm, many anyway, yes .. kayaknya delicious.” Said Anisa.
“Enak from where to try?” Refuse quickly.
“Gue has to commit many criminals, meet the perpetrators of crime ...” He shuddered, “even I wanted to faint during a forensic doctor interview handling a mutilation case. It's just an interview doang, not kebayang if you have to see directly, fainting really me.”
Precisely Anisa chuckled, “Hahaha .. which scene wants to faint it corlip us, you know? Can be mutated again if he knows,” his joke while closing his mouth so that his laughter does not break.
“Huh!” It's exciting, “fucking lo!”
After getting matching shoes they finally came out of the booth.
“Where else are we going?” Ask.
“Up to you,” said Anisa while carrying a paper bag. “My goal has been reached,” paper bag lifting is high.
“Eat yuk! Laper me." Bring along.
They headed for the Japanese food court on the fourth floor. Anisa took a selfie with her several times.
“Narsis.” Her lips.
“Biarin, create rame status!” While Anisa who did not wait for long had many comments about the photo she had just uploaded.
[Again at Sushi Tei huh?]
[Well, don't you jump on ngemall?! Donk packs]
[Not fun just the two of you. Try me invited. Accompanied by sad emoticons glazed over]
[Emoticon crying ]
[HOME!! Tomorrow there is coverage to Jepara early in the morning]
“Nih,” Anisa stuck her phone on her. “Read!” Declared.
He who does not understand also complies.
“It ...."
“Our clip says you are a strange and annoying creature. And he really sucks.” Tandas Anisa is upset.
***
Danang
He put senpi type revolver colt detective caliber 38 just like that on the nightstand. Then took out his cell phone, wallet and cigarette packs from his pants pocket.
Take off the buckles and trousers just like that so that they are stooped on the floor. Rushing to the bathroom. Her body feels sticky. This day takes care of several cases starting from the case of MLM (Multi Level Marketing) bodong in Sragen which harmed dozens of victims in various regions of Central Java. The case of the theft of voucher games from one of the wahid operators in this country which is worth more than one and a half billion. Until the corruption case at a university in the city of Semarang.
Not to mention going to the field to monitor and ensure the members work according to procedures.
His head throbbed slightly as the mother called urging him to go home.
“Just a minute, Nang. Mama sure, surely Mama's choice is not wrong this time. He's kyiai's son of ponpes ..“
He sighed softly, “Ma! Danang is not a child anymore to be fooled.”
“Then when did you bring your future mother?”
The man speaks a thousand languages. Can't be sure when that time will come. It is clear that he is following God's destiny.
“This is one of our efforts. If you are not suitable, do not need to be guided. But Mama hopes this choice suits you. The person is beautiful, polite ..“
Mama stopped her conversation when from across there did not hear any response.
“Nang! You still hear Mama?”
“Nang!” Again, make sure the child hears the conversation.
“I'll think.” Stringency.
Then the phone connection was cut off.
He still flushed his body with warm water shower. Fifteen minutes had passed under him, making the body and mind slightly relaxed.
Out using only a towel wrapped around her waist. Explain without words that his body is athletic, sturdy and well maintained thanks to diligent exercise.
Just wearing a T-shirt and boxer pants he then lay his body on the bed. Time has shown eleven o'clock at night. His eyes forced him to shut.
A few minutes later the phone roared, making the eyes that had begun to heavy and sticky forced to reopen with difficulty.
“Ya ..” With her eyes closed.
But there was no answer from across.
His phone rings again.
“Oh, dammit! Disturb aja.” Mumbled annoyed. Inevitably he lifted back up and only realized if the other phone was ringing since earlier.
“Mas,” voice on the other end of the phone.
“Hem ...."
“Thursday for a meeting at Arba Techno at three.”
“Can be present, right?”
“I'm working on.”
“Mama ...“
Tut .. tut .
Call him off.
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