Renjana Dusk Kala
Chapters 104. You Are My Life, Complete Me
You Are My Life, Complete Me
taken from the lyrics of the song "Perfect" sung by Andra and The Backbone-
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With You Back
Flower
Pocktail
First Day
"Please sign here" said an officer who welcomed her arrival at the reception desk.
He immediately checked the guest book that was wide open as much as two pages, each with the words Police and TNI. Then choose to focus on the writing of Polri, whose name list is arranged in alphabetical order. Without any significant difficulty, he finally managed to find Tama's name there.
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47. KBH. Yuda Wiratama, S.I.K, M.Si.
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After affixing the signature, the other officers deftly handed over a piece of pamphlet along with a matching colored paperbag.
"The ID card can be used immediately, Mom," explained the officer. "After this, please go to the next table. Kombes Wiratama Yuda is in group five."
He smiled nodding. "Thank you."
While queuing in front of table number 5, he looked at the basic colored pamphlet combination of bone white and pink with accents of beautiful flower pictures at each corner of it reads, ' he said,
...The activities...
...Wife Participant Educated...
...The School of Staff and Higher Leadership...
...To xx Year xxxx...
...In Frame...
...Education Closure...
While in front of him, three women were shaking hands and hugging each other. Like a newly reunited old friend. He even smiled at himself watching it.
"Group 5?" Greet the woman standing behind table number five, as soon as the three passed. "Please sign here."
He moved forward and grabbed the ball that was stored on the table.
"Finally," said the woman behind the table, smiling. After noticing in the box where he put his signature. "You can also meet Mrs Wiratama."
"Alhamdulillah." He smiled back as he extended a hand to shake hands. "News, Mother ...." While glancing at the name emblem and trying hard to dig up memories. "Hanafis?"
The woman in front of him laughed. They also hugged each other.
"Call me a Pocut, Grandchild Tea, "he whispered. "As usual."
The tea of the grandson of Saodah, as he knew it. Is the wife of KBP Hanafi Moeis, school senate staff and high leadership who was appointed as the head of mothers in group 5. They have known each other since the first month of their husbands' education. But never once before. Just bersangsana through group chat feature.
"It's an official suit," said the grandson's tea. "If in a group chat is different again."
After receiving the second paper bag of Grandchild tea, he immediately joined the wives of the group of 5. They had a chance to chat with each other for a while before they both went to the hall. The place where active debriefing from the head of the bhayangkari combined educational and training institutions will be held.
"Every one of us should be ready to support the husband's duties as a high officer with integrity" the mother-in-chief of the joint bhayangkari said on the pulpit. "It is not even burdening the husband with hedonism and exaggeration." ©
"We support the husband to be a guardian of society that emphasizes honesty, simplicity, example, and sincerity."
And the annual debriefing event ended by playing angklung together.
"Assalamu'alaikum, greetings to all attendees, the wives of high school students," said a beautiful Sundanese woman who stood on stage.
"Include, I am Haida from Saung Angklung Udjo, would like to invite everyone here to play angklung together" continued the beautiful woman while lifting an angklung. "Have you got everything, Mothers?"
Then Haida began to explain how to hold the right angklung, the right angklung vibrating position, about the sound of short sounds, long sounds, angklung numbers held by each, respectively, and how they should sound it according to the instructions given.
"There's enough practice, Mothers," Haida began to give her cues. "Let's sing a song."
Haida raised her right hand up with her fingers showing the numbers 5, 3, 4, short sounds, long sounds, and so on. Without feeling, the angklung they play has sung the tone of a very slick regional song. Echoing filled the air throughout the hall room.
Mesat ngapung lofty far in awang
(Flying high, far away in the clouds)
Meberkeun jangjangna wake up taya karingrang
(Over its wings, upright without hesitation)
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(Manuk Dadali, Cipt : Sambas Mangundikarta)
After a briefing event, the twelve who have changed uniforms in free clothes, embark on an adventure to explore the beauty of Paris Van Java. As previously planned via chat in group chat since a week ago. Who else if not the owner of the city of Bandung, Saodah Cucu tea.
"We celebrated at the place where cozy used to be yes, ladies," as a cup of tea while inviting them to ride a car like a travel vehicle. It has ample space with four rows of passenger seats at the back. More than enough to hold them all.
If remembered, this will be his first recreation with colleagues. Without children, husbands, or relatives. It was like ... be a girl back. Gagging, joking, laughing, telling stories and sharing stories as if no burden. Without having to be pursued time so as not to be late to pick up the children coming home from school. No need to worry about whether lunch is available at home or not. And do not have to think about whether the money in the wallet is enough or not to finance this trip.
It's like .. to be someone else. It is no longer the cook who is shy, clumsy, mindless and always careful (tends to be stingy) in spending money. It feels good enough, but there is something still going on. Like ... feel quiet in the crowd. I don't know why, he doesn't understand either.
And to neutralize the anxiety so as not to constantly disturb, he chose to check the contents of two paperbags are distributed. While other friends are still fun telling stories while joking.
The first paperbag in addition to containing an ID card, there is also a guidebook and arrangement of events, an agenda book, a book of high school education activities, a stamp of sports uniforms, scarves, and beautiful souvenirs. While the second paper bag contains t-shirts, hats, jackets, bags of the type of waistbag, also unique souvenirs.
"People Jekardah very quiet turned out," as usual Cucu tea while glancing at him. "It's not much different in group chat. Cicing (silence) has no voice."
He just smiled. "It's been represented by another, Tea."
Not half an hour later, the car pulled over somewhere crowded visitors. Marked by the number of parked vehicles.
Dago Bakery Punclut, so the name on a brown board. It was as if welcoming their arrival with another atmosphere in the mountainous area. Like entering a European royal castle-style building in antiquity.
"If malem, beuh, really cool." Grandchild's tea gave a thumbs up. "No papa, we come in broad daylight. Tonight with each other's husbands to be more romantic."
photo source: instagram Dagobakerypunclut
They took pictures together at every interesting angle. Starting from the European-style castle, the bow of the ship, to the edge of the fence with a beautiful view that stretches behind it. Before starting to eat the brunch menu option.
From Dago Bakery Punclut, Cucu tea takes them to the middle of the city. Surround and enjoy the atmosphere of the main streets of Bandung from the top of Bandros (Bandung tour on bus).
image source: wisatabdg.com
"Once it's around, hot, we're teaching it to the seger-seger." Enthusiastically, then tea Cucu invites them to enjoy the freshness of milk, yogurt, and other milk-based dishes that are no less delicious in BMC (Bandoengsche Melk Center).
image source: Aji Fauzi (google)
When he was enjoying a glass of fresh strawberry-flavored kefir, his phone vibrated at the sign of a message coming in.
Papa Tama: 'Still the same way mothers, Ma?'
Papa Tama: 'Enjoy life.'
He smiled to himself, reading that very ordinary message. But somehow make the heart slowly warm. Without thinking, he began to write a reply.
Pocut: 'Loen misses (i miss).'
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Second Day
The second day begins with a photo together, followed by a briefing this time followed by their respective husbands.
"Oh, uh, your new bojo (this is your new wife), Tam?" A man walking past their seat. "Uayune ngunu (so pretty)."
He who did not understand the meaning of the words smiled. While Tama immediately laughed.
But that was just the beginning. Because some men who entered the hall room in the back row, had stopped beside them and greeted Tama until her husband was chuckled many times.
'Wiih, Tama's been accompanied by the mistress now."
"Finally, this one crocodile also sells."
"The tight keyboard, Tam. Don't let go of the first."
"Ready. Execute." Without the slightest sense of awkwardness, Tama answered all the jokes of her colleagues with slurs. As if it had become commonplace.
"Don't take heart," whispered Tama in her ear suddenly. "They're just kidding."
He smiled nodding. Never thought if during bearing the status of a widower, Tama who looks stiff and fierce, turned out to be a joke of his colleagues.
But of the many jellies that come approaching, there is one exception. He even introduced it directly.
"Bang Zain, role model foster brother." Tama greeted the man while bowing her head.
"Well, this coolest foster sister." The man patted Tama's shoulder. "Overt in sharp corners without brakes."
Then the men named Zain and Tama chuckled together without him understanding the meaning of the joke being thrown.
"Know, my wife." Zain grabbed the shoulder of a beautiful woman who had been standing next to him.
He and the woman shook hands and mentioned each other's names and threw a smile. As soon as the couple passed, Tama immediately whispered in her ear. "The wife bang Zain native to Aceh."
His eyes immediately sparkled. It was like being overseas who managed to find a roommate in a foreign place. "Yes, Mas?"
Tama nodded. "Later, try talking in the back."
When the core event began, without ever noticing, Tama quietly grabbed her hand and placed it on top of her lap while linking fingers.
"The husband of the wife must have a commitment to support each other, help each other, strengthen each other in every situation" said the mother general. ®
And he only realized when Tama increasingly tightened the grip between them. He looked at her right when Tama was looking at him.
"Congratulations to all students who will graduate. May his knowledge be useful in their respective places of service. And may you be a wise and trustworthy leader." ∆
Their eyes were still clinging to each other without saying a word. But as the sound of applause echoed through the air throughout the hall, he and Tama both showed a smile.
A smile full of love.
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Third Day
The theme of the third day is togetherness. All students of the high school leadership and their respective wives follow a healthy path together. They traveled almost 5 km, crossing paths, gardens, and fields. Towards a natural spring that is famous for its beauty, the center of local community life.
"Cape, right?" Tama grinned at him as he walked through the steep uphill road.
He nodded when he was almost out of breath. Walking long distances was not foreign to him. But for some reason, this time the condition of the body is not supportive. He felt quite overwhelmed and exhausted.
"Seru, right?" Tama seemed to have an incredible breath reserve. Her husband did not look dull at all, and could even smile broadly. "When we take the kids to the tea walk."
He didn't answer. Prefer to stop walking to take a deep breath.
When he was still troubled at breathing, a wide palm with a black sports watch coiled around his wrist, stretched out right in front of him.
"Hold my hand (hold my hand)." Without waiting, Tama had already grabbed and clasped her hands. "Hold me tight (hold tight)."
And the rest of the journey to the spring, they passed without ever letting go of each other's grasp. Very simple little things tend to be ordinary but have extraordinary power.
Happiness nyang seubetoi (true happiness).
The final event today was closed by playing golf together. He who can not, never, never even understand the meaning of the game of golf, just sit quietly waiting for Tama to finish the game. From a distance, he could see the flexibility of Tama when swinging the stick. Apparently, golf is not a foreign thing to her husband.
But there was a pleasant coincidence, when he began to feel bored and was daydreaming children while looking at a large banner on the stage that read,
...Graduation Gathering...
...Higher Leadership School Dikreg xx...
...Parahyangan Golf's...
Someone came over. "Awak Aceh cit (from Aceh too)?"
He smiled nodding. Feel happy the arrival of friends chatting in the same mother tongue. It is Cut Nanda, wife of bang Zainal Arifin who is currently serving in Banda Aceh. And speaking in a language that is always missed, and also evokes every memory in the past.
"Na thom wo gampong (still often return home)?" Cut Nanda looked at him curiously.
He shook. Honestly, I really wanted to, but there was no place to go. Except for the tomb of father and bang Risyad. Because bang Umair and other close relatives of their families are no longer known whereabouts.
"Peu hana miss keu nanggro tanyo (do not miss the village)?" Cut Nanda asked again.
He, again, could not answer. Just looking up at the stage. Where some people look busy preparing a number of musical instruments.
Cut Nanda still invited him to chat. But he could no longer concentrate. His head was already filled with a shadow of a piece of the story in the past. And the most sticking out to the surface are the memories of when he came home from school carried by the Risyad bang. Feel back the moments of leaning your head against the solid back of the brother. Heedless of the sound of gunfire sounding earthy from a distance.
Clear circles even begin to pool in the eye pelupuk. He was completely unable to control himself from the invasion of sad memories. Luckily Tama had already finished the game and took a seat next to him. So that he can wipe the corner of the eye silently.
"Well, a reunion, huh?" Seloroh Tama while welcoming the mineral water bottle he designed. "Thank you, baby."
He was stunned to hear the way Tama called him. When he turned his head, the man with sweat melted along the sideburn line was blinking one eye. Ish.
"Well, this is the difference between newlyweds and newlyweds, '" continued Zain who also sat beside Cut Nanda.
Make Tama stop sipping mineral water just to laugh. "The gate still looks like a newlywed."
Zain. "Fifteen years is fifteen days, obviously different. Not strong enough to mess with."
The two men returned. While he and Cut Nanda just throw each other a smile.
"Aceh is cut (Aceh in where)?" Zain turned to greet him.
The conversation flowed back to nothing. Zain, although not the original son of Aceh, was fluent in Acehnese. Eagerly, Zain recounted the current state of the portico of Mecca from a pleasant side. He laughs every time Zain throws a joke.
Only Tama didn't laugh. Her husband even asked in an accusatory tone even while joking. "It's not talking about people anymore, is it? Don't be the cave anymore."
"For sure!" Zain joked back by confirming Tama's accusation. "We skin it in front of our eyes."
Their table was filled with laughter. While from the stage began to sound the rhythm of energetic music. With a seductive wet hoarse voice that evoked the fur of Rome.
"Good afternoon in the evening ladies and gentlemen, my mother from the high school."
"We, the honeybee duo are ready to entertain the father of the mother all after tired of playing golf. Pull it, Maaang."
He and Tama reflexively looked at each other while making a smile. To find out who is standing on stage.
"Before singing the first song, may dong, I vent a little yes, sir, Mom." The honeybee duo's most inviting-looking personnel laughed themselves on stage.
"What are we invited to sing, Say?" Seloroh the other personnel while giggling spoiled. "What murhat, siiih? So senapsaran, dweh."
Meanwhile, the typical opening music of mixed-remix dangdut performances continues to be played by a companion band.
"So in the back, I had a chance to see our favorite candidate general, Say."
"Ah, seriously, Beb?" The blonde-haired personnel were obviously excessively surprised and far from being natural. "Sapose indang (who is he)?"
"Two rius." Invitational-looking personnel point their hands at their desks. "Welcome, we say special to Mr and Mrs Winata Yuda ...."
Applause and laughter instantly sounded low boisterous filling the entire room. Not to miss Tama and Zain who were laughing discordantly.
"The mother should be called yes, Beb?" But apparently, the honeybee duo did not pay any heed to the laughter of the audience who were increasingly jarring.
"Oh, don't ya, ma'am." The blonde has a face. "We were just kidding, Mom. Oh, sorry, Mom."
The laughter and seductive tirade of the audience increasingly became, low boisterous mutual understatedness.
"Misname, Mba!" Excite someone from the table at the back. "Not Winata!"
"Celebrities are different," another casual. "Dinotiknya same harteis."
"Having been flanked, Tam? Still a keinget! Ehaha!"
Tama grew more and more chuckling as she continued to shake her head.
And on stage, the honeybee duo again giggled while glancing spoiled. "Oh, what's the wrong name, General sir?"
"Saking charmed until the wrong name," added the colleague with a face full of regret. "Excuse our presumption, Mr ... Ms. .. enjoy the following song."
"Specialty for the father of the favorite general." The most inviting-looking personel still had a blink of an eye before starting to sing.
'The behavior of the cat
if you see the prey meowing
Main embat brush
the passing prey'
(Cat Garong, Cipt : Dede S)
Laughter and laughter are still being heard. Even until the honeybee duo showed an interesting attraction that could make all normal men hold their breath, people still mark Tama. But who became a laughingstock was actually looking at him fixedly.
Sunggoh, linto lon nyang mempeusona (really, charming husband).
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Fourth Day
The excitement and grandeur of the night of the introduction to the task has been felt since the entrance of the building where the event was held. Fresh flower arrangements, decorative lights, and interesting ornaments scattered around every corner also add to the atmosphere to be more vibrant.
But the most unexpected thing is the appearance of a man who greeted him also Tama. When they were among the audience.
"Congratulations on graduation, Father, Mother." The man in black who looked like a top artist smiled nodding while greeting Tama.
"Thank you." Tama turned her head towards him before asking in astonishment. "Do we know each other?"
The man in black still smiled. "It doesn't seem like it yet, Father. But I know who you are, because our daughters both went to school in the same place. I am Gazwan Gandalas."
And he was shocked and at the same time did not think, so realized that this man like an artist is not a foreign figure. Gazwan Gandalas has clearly established himself as one of the few men who have always been the talk of almost all mothers in school. Of course because of the good looks and attractive appearance that you have.
But apparently, this accidental meeting was just the beginning. Because behind Gazwan, there came back someone more surprising. And of course they are very familiar.
"Night, Mas Tama. Whatchur?" The beautiful woman with elegant appearance showed the most alluring smile.
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Samara
Their accidental meeting in the waterpark area was a very upsetting last time. Because since that afternoon, the relationship with Tama who had been biased was completely cut off.
He can no longer contact or find Tama's whereabouts. The lukewarm man was lost to the earth.
His call was never raised. The message was never answered. Reckless to visit the office was never able to penetrate the obstacles of the officers on the first floor.
"I'm sorry, Mba, Mr. Capolres is on the outside service."
"Sorry, I'm in a meeting."
"Bod is not in place."
"Mother cannot be disturbed."
That's the standard answer he always receives.
Contacting Devano, 11 12. Although he tried to seduce, the young man still flinching unwilling to open his mouth to inform the whereabouts of the commander.
This makes him almost crazy. How could there be a man who consciously rejects the charm of a Samara? Her beauty and poignancy were clearly unquestionable, far above average. The intelligence? He recently completed a double degree even at a private university. The accomplishment? No need to doubt. How many parents of the highest class want him to be their son-in-law.
But Tama? The one-child widower was completely other than the other. Not once did he show interest. This clearly hurt her pride as a woman who was used to being adored.
He really regretted, because his first meeting with Tama was not utilized to the fullest. Though in count, he could very well snare Tama in the first second, right then and there. But pride has derailed the whole dream. Thought Tama would be interested and chase like the others. In fact, far grilled from the fire. Instead of being interested, Tama actually blatantly dodged and drifted further away.
And his heart was increasingly unable to accept the reality when he heard Tama's wedding plans. With an unknown widow without accomplishments? That's right, definitely not a worthy rival let alone touch his level. Faraway.
From then on, he was determined to one day be able to conquer men with the same position as Tama. Candidate for high state officials. He knows he is very capable of this.
"Next month, third weekend is still free." One morning, Rachmi the manager told him. "There was an MC offer at a police official's event. Yes or no?"
Yes, of course. The event organized by the chocolate corps opened up a great opportunity to meet people of Tama's level. The wide road opened by itself. How good luck is overshadowing you, Samara.
"Eh, crazy. That's not Sasa's new papa?" But the shock of Gazwan, his MC partner tonight on the backstage, re-awakens an outdated memory.
"Sasa?" He frowned at the man who had a very similar appearance to Tama. Standing among the other high-ranking officers while conversing.
"My son's school management." It turned out Gazwan was also still paying attention to Tama's gerik.
"Where are your kids at school?" He kept watching the stout figure in the distance. Want to make sure if it's really Tama. "It can be the son of a high-ranking officer."
Gazwan laughing. "My ex-bini chose a nyekolahin kid in a regular suburban school. Know what the reason is. The important thing is not to get me."
"Samperin, yuk." Gazwan throws ideas. "When can I get to know a candidate general."
And here he was, smilingly looking at Tama who was surprised to see his presence.
But his arrogance to say hello to Tama must be paid handsomely. Because the man really does not consider at once ignore his existence. Even showing the intimacy that makes the heart of any woman must be boiling.
"After that, we saw a special performance from the senate chief" said the second uniformed man on stage. "Now it is the turn of the best graduate strong candidate, KBP. Wiratama Yuda."
Immediate applause echoed throughout. Followed by the lighting that highlighted Tama's steps to pick up the woman at the second row table.
'You're so perfect, in my eyes you're so beautiful
You made me, will s'then adore you'
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(Perfect, Andra and The Backbone)
"It's usual concern, dong," whispered Gazwan half-literate. "Mountain kayak wants to erupt."
"Don't be pretty if you can't hook a married Kombes," he muttered with his eyes locked on Tama's figure.
"Kanda, lo!" Gazwan laughed heartily.
He immediately looked. "Do my face look like I'm kidding?"
Gazwan was flabbergasted, then grinned. "If you dream not of heights, ah. Ntar nyesek."
He looked at Gazwan with glittering eyes. "Lo thinks Kombes is just him? There are dozens of Kombes in this room, even out there. And I just need one."
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Pocktail
Fifth Day
Samara's unexpected presence was indeed quite surprising. But it doesn't affect anything. The way Tama treated her remained the same, nothing changed. Even more so.
Tama did not discuss Samara at all or raise her heart with an intoxicating loving sentence. But Tama's attitude is singing a song for her. Clasping her hand tightly while occasionally grabbing her shoulder throughout the event. He asked her to dance for the first time. Introduce it to everyone with pride. To be a living proof of the indisputable heart.
And the event they participated in on the fifth day was family gathering. Since morning, he and Tama waited for the arrival of the children at a hotel in Cikole. While some of Tama's other colleagues have gathered with their families since yesterday.
"Mama!" Sasa immediately jumped in his arms as soon as he got out of the car. "Sasa kangeeen."
Umay also hugged her even while grinning. While Icad and Reka quite shake hands. Before the three drown in a chat with Tama.
"How long has it been?" Sasa continued to wander wherever he went. Although Tama had been trying to tease.
"And every day Mama called Sasa." He pretended to squint. "Sasa also once a minute to send a message to Mama. Too often."
"Chi." Sasa laughed with his forehead. "Until you Sama Mas kesel to Sasa."
"Sasa!" Then Sasa practiced a nagging Icad style. "If you have borrowed hp backin, do not be printed carelessly."
"Sasa!" This time Sasa imitated Reka. "Which HP?" Then Sasa again giggled. "It turns out Sasa forgot naroh. Trus housewives on nyariin all, deh. Including grandma, Yuni tea, Mr. Agus. Hihih."
He shook his head. "If it is borrowed to a person, it must be returned immediately, Sa. Borrow grandma tomorrow, yeah."
"Tomorrow?" Sasa's eyes are rounded. "Tomorrow will Mama go home with Sasa?"
He smiled as he tidied up Sasa's messy hair. "Mama can't go home yet, Sa. There's three more days here. Until all papa's business is done."
Sasa grumbled and sulked. But in an instant back cheerful shortly after entering the outbound area. Play exciting games with peers, try flying fox rides, ride BMX bike tracks are quite challenging follow Umay, ride the ATV with Tama. And lastly, follow her three sisters playing paint ball. Although he has not won the game. Lost to the family of Colonel Pnb Diaz Gustaman, Danlanud (airfield commander) from Surabaya.
Today's fun is closed with dinner together. In the middle of the cold air typical of the mountains that are quite bone-piercing. Introducing each other's families. Gradually begin to warm the atmosphere of the night with a pleasant aroma of family.
"My son is four" Tama said in front of everyone. Clasping his hands tightly. With the children standing next to them.
"The biggest one is called Risyad." Tama pointed towards Icad. "Then Design. Both are SMPs."
"Umair and Rumaisha." Tama patted Umay's shoulder and rubbed Sasa's head. "Still SD."
"Jos gandos, Tam!" Asloh someone. Following another joke.
"On the way six, Ndan," Tama replied confidently and a smile blossomed.
"The fifth one hasn't, play brush six!" People started to comment.
Just keep smiling. "The fifth one was released yesterday. Failure (failed). Its okay, it's the best. Please pray to all my colleagues."
A voice oh long simultaneously rang out, just as Tama increasingly tighten the link between their fingers. I don't know how many grips. He himself forgot to count it. So often. Which he secretly interpreted as Tama's flagship language, that they would both be fine. Whatever, however, and like whatever winding road they will face ahead there.
On the eve of sleep, the sleepy Sasa whispered in his ear. "Today Sasa was very happy. Thanks, Mama."
"Thank you also to papa," she replied as she stroked Sasa's hair. "Because we brought all of us here."
Sasa's eyes had been closed, but still had time to murmur softly. "Thank you, Papa."
But the one who was thanked could not answer. Since a few minutes ago, I have been asleep. On top of the extra bed mattress that is slept in crowds with Reka, Icad and also Umay.
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Jakarta
First Night
"Where would my wife take the honeymoon, anyway?" Tama had already given him a deep gaze even before he finished breathing.
This was Tama's first night at home after her education, but her husband had really returned to his normal state. There is no time for rest, let alone adjustment. The stirring tempest that Tama had in a short time managed to drag him drifting into the most melenakan maelstrom.
"Not anywhere, Mom," the bells were so able to breathe normally. "We only have a week."
Tama has been officially transferred to Polda Metro. And they only have a week to get out of the house.
"We have to find a rented house, move house, and a week?" He shook his head. "Too narrow in time."
Tama still looks at him. "Staycation isn't it?"
He shook. "Solve the house first."
Tama proposed to find a house in the area around the village of Koneng. "Let the kids go to grandma's house all the time."
Although that means, Tama and Reka have to travel quite far to their respective offices and schools.
"No problem" Tama replied confidently as he raised concerns.
"Far close is the same. For me, the most important thing is to go home to meet you and the children" Tama continued, as she kissed her forehead deeply.
He also agreed. Because outside the distance is quite far, he feels comfortable around the village of Koneng. In addition to the familiar environment, he also felt unbearable if he had to let the mother occupy the house alone.
But finding a place to live that can meet the needs at once in accordance with the wishes is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Tama's target house along Basmol's main road was not contracted. While the row of houses for sale there is nothing that attracts the attention of Tama.
"It doesn't have to be a new building." Tama shook her head. "I just need a lot of land. Let's make it easier to handle."
And on the third day, Tama decided to take an offer from a colleague. Rental homes are quite qualified and can meet their needs about somewhere to live in the Tomang area.
"For a while," said Tama. "I still want us to have a house around Koneng village."
The process of packing, moving, tidying up the house takes almost three full days. And before the deadline to occupy the official house ended, they had officially moved to a rented house in Tomang.
It was like starting a new life in a new place. Quite foreign and a little thrilling. Maybe this is what is meant by accompanying the husband wherever he is on duty. At times must be ready to move residence without being able to choose as desired.
Two days in Tomang's house, Tama officially underwent a handover process at the Metro Police Station. The ceremony continued in Mapolres.
He accompanied Tama to welcome the arrival of the new Police Chief. Who are now walking on the red carpet through the ranks of members who lined up lengthwise in the tradition of the sword of discoloration.
"I say a lot of thanks to the officers and all members," said Tama after officially delivering the new Police Chief into the room. "On the support given during my time as the Police Chief."
"Continue serving by upholding integrity, loyalty, totality," Tama continued. "Hard work, smart work, sincere work."
"Stay focused on our vision, professional, modern, trustworthy." Tama gave a glance throughout the room. "Once again please pray, may I take responsibility in a new place."
As soon as the welcome break was over, Devano specifically came over. Shortly before they move on to the new Tama office. "Thank you so much for your guidance, sir."
"I will always remember your entire message and be ready to carry out every task as well as possible" Devano continued with his head bowed and a respectful growl, even though they were no longer at the official event.
"What are my messages?" Tama grinned. "Don't you memorize?"
He immediately warned Tama through the eyes so as not to play games with Devano.
"Ready, remember, sir."
"Try calling. One, don't do everything. I could be out of time."
She again warns Tama, but her husband clearly pretends not to see. Precisely mengu lum smile with a ignorant face.
"My favorite, sir. One example, much better than 1000 bullshit!" √
"Related." Tama nodded. But a moment later, the stifled smile on Tama's face turned into a burst of laughter.
And he could only shake his head to see how Tama was embracing Devano's shoulder while whispering. "The real work. Don't date teros. I should be proud of my parents."
"Ready, sir."
Furthermore, he could not guess when Tama suddenly removed the watch that was being used. Then leave it to Devano. "Now, for you."
He sighed in disbelief at Tama's spontaneous act. They should be able to give better gifts as well as impressive. Moreover, Devano has considerable services in the course of the story of the two of them. Not giving used watches.
"Thank you very much, sir." But the face of Devano's sumringah broke his mediocrity about the attitude as good as Tama's stomach.
"Wear the real one." I still say ketus. "Later the night awaited at home. Don't be late."
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Remarks :
© ∆ :quoted from news published in ntmcpolri.info November 2019 edition
Brunch: stands for breakfast (breakfast) and lunch (lunch)
® : quoted from news published on lemdiklat.polri.go.id November 2019 edition
√ :quoted from the speech of General (Purn) Idham Azis (Kapolri in 2019-2021) in the closing ceremony of Education Sespimti Polri December 2, 2019
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