Renjana Dusk Kala
Renjana Dusk (END)
The State Palace, Jakarta
A girl ran for breath while occasionally wiping the sweat that flooded until the shirt worn felt sticky. The diversion of the flow of traffic around the State Palace made it necessary to walk around far enough to get in front of the gate.
“This is the invitation, Mr.” He rushed to hand over the magic sheet that had just been sent by the boss to the officer who was standing guard at the gate.
“I'm family, Sir. Family,” answered nervously with one-on-one breaths. Feeling so stupid and lousy can be late at an event as important as this. The survival of his job is severely threatened if he does not make it into the courtyard of the State Palace. “Tadi must be muter-muter due to current switching, so teramb__”
“Log in! Login!” Officers finally invited in with a number of messages because the inauguration ceremony was underway.
He thanked her a lot and rushed into the Palace grounds. Several other officers confronted him and asked. Until an officer kindly shows the way to the tent of the invited guests who want to go.
“I'm in the hospital, Ra. The membranes broke,” exclaimed his boss last night in a panicked voice. “Unpredictable. Tomorrow you go to the State Palace, replace me.”
Last night, he was in Tambun at a friend's house. Before tomorrow morning they plan to explore the waterfall Parigi. But a call from the esteemed Annais Laksmitowahni broke the whole plan that had been drawn up long ago. Overnight, he had to replace the boss attending the inauguration ceremony at the State Palace.
Annais, his most powerful boss, fierce, and annoying, at the beginning of his emergence is better known as the author of romantic and historical novels. But since the last few years more spawned biographies of famous figures from the world of politics, business, to entertainment. And the boss's latest project is to write a biography of a top police officer.
“That I ...”
“THAT I ...”
He rushed to slip between the last row of tents marked with the Parents of the Cadets of the police Academy, as the president was guiding the pronunciation of the oath.
“Will meet the obligations of the officer ..”
“AKAN MEET ...” The outspoken voice of hundreds of TNI Polri cadets and cadets in pronouncing the officer's oath before the parents and high officials of TNI Polri created its own euphoria that issued a sense of pride for the audience.
“By the best of the nation of Indonesia and the State of Regulation of the Republic of Indonesia ..”
He was still busy preparing the camera when in the middle of the field was being given an award for the best graduates from the three TNI and Police matra. He is only really ready to act to capture the best moment after the song For you Country reverberate.
To you, our country promised
To you our land is devoted
To you our country is devoted
To you the land of our bodies
(For You Country, Cipt : Kusbini)
“Girls and invited guests we respect, are expected to parents to be able to accompany their sons and daughters.”
He sharpened the vision watching around. The people inside the tent had rushed out looking for their respective sons and daughters. He then followed and tried to approach the ranks of police officers who had just been sworn in. He was still stunned because he had not found the figure he was looking for. But the crowd of several news reporters who were highlighting the steps of someone caught his attention.
Not wrong again, young is the figure sought.
He was quick to aim at the camera to capture the heartwarming moment between a man in full police uniform who stepped long to reach the son who was first to behave firmly in respect before finally squandering in the arms.
He was stunned and stopped photographing the novelty above the threshold shown by the couple's father. But he hurriedly returned to action to capture the heartwarming moment of tears.
Journalists should not be whiny let alone emotional during their duty.
Behind the gallant man of two gold stars on the shoulder, following an ayu woman in maroon brackets who was immediately pierced by the young officer.
He tried to deftly capture the moment when the young man bent down and kneeled to kiss the feet, but the woman in brackets prevented him from immediately lifting his two arms to get up and they embraced.
The atmosphere that has grown more and more when a girl who holds a young boy is also in the happiness of the family. Followed by the towering young man in a black suit who suddenly appeared with a husband and wife who attracted the most attention.
He gulped nervously during the final seconds aiming at the lens to capture the happy moment of the family. And grew increasingly nervous when the towering young man in a black suit suddenly turned his head towards him until they had a few seconds of glancing at him.
He, who had somehow been stunned for less than an hour, was now as if he was glued to the spot as the towering young man in a black suit began to step towards him.
The nervous half-dead continued to pretend to aim the lens in all directions without any meaningful focus. While kamit chanting mantra, do not approach .. do not approach ….
He almost escaped so unable to face the towering young man when a crisp greeting flew into the air as a savior.
“Congratulations, Umair!” A man no less dashing who is also in full service uniform with one star on the shoulder with a beautiful woman who is proud to join in the fun. “Happy to be the best graduate!”
“Thank you, Om Sada.” The young officer behaved upright saluting, then welcomed a helping hand while hugging.
“Next year Yasa nyulai!” connect the one star. "Congratulations!"
"Ready, General!" replied the young officer full of steadiness. "May Yasa succeed!"
“Congratulations yes, Umair,” said the lovely lady in a bun.
“Thank you, Aunt Dara.”
“You ...”
So excited to capture every precious moment of the two-star family, he did not realize if the towering young man in a black suit had been standing next to him.
“You ...” The young man continued to look at him questioningly.
But a brilliant idea suddenly flashed into a savior. Holding his back he walked towards the people who were swarming the young officer leaving the towering young man who was lost in astonishment.
“Good morning, Mr. Irjen Pol Wiratama.” He nodded with politeness. “I'm a reporter who replaced Annais' mother to cover today's event.”
The two-star man returned his greetings, including the brackets-clad ayu woman, the girl holding the boy, the most eye-catching couple, the one-star man and his wife. Except for the towering young man who came back to him while asking.
“You?”
“Include, my name is Kejora ..”
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Pocktail
There is nothing more pleasing to a woman than to gather with her beloved family in the abundance of gifts. Especially today, became a historic moment when all family members witnessed the inauguration of Umair became a young officer in the State Palace. A degree as the best graduate of the Police becomes a complement to this infinite gift.
There in a fairly comfortable living room, the husband with a bright face was chatting with their son who had just returned from another continent. Reka, keep the promise by returning to Jakarta two days ago. Amid busy completing medical school in Stockholm, their beloved son was willing to spend time visiting the country just to watch the inauguration ceremony Umair.
Then Anjani and Agam who are always among their families in a state of joy and sorrow. Mama who never let go spread a smile of happiness. Family number one supporter. Sasa and his young son were playing.
Oh, yeah, except Risyad. The eldest son with a heavy heart can not share happiness this time because of the density of study schedules in America. But he believes Risyad's heart is always focused on the family. Evident from the video call that Tama is making.
There was the crisp laughter of his eldest son through a cell phone. “Ntar, summer I backpackingan around yurop. Lu wait at the collation!”
“Mother, this can already be delivered to the neighbor?” yuni's speech distracted her from the cheer in the living room.
He then checked the contents of the rattan basket that Yuni showed. Then grab a piece of paper attached to the left edge of the rattan bag. The thick smelling paper made by Sasa wrote in full the happiness of their gushing family.
...Tasyakur bi ni’mah...
...Upper...
...Teuku Umair Isaac's...
...being a young officer...
...And...
...Khitanan ananda Rakeyan Raharjuna Yuda...
...May Allah always bestow His mercy and grace upon us all....
...We are happy, we,...
...Irjen Pol Wiratama Yuda and Pocut Halimatussadiah...
“Already, Tea, can already be delivered.” He nodded. “Still a lot.”
He was still watching Yuni and Agus who were confirming the recipient's names one by one when Sasa screeches sounded in the middle room.
“Papa! Mas Reka, here!”
“Party at home why use tablecloth in the head so, Sa ... Sa?” The design that had grown into a handsome young man of towering stature was toying with Sasa's veil. “Try where Mas Reka saw Sasa's hair is still red and tangled?”
“It's called hijab, know!” Sasa nagged trying to dodge. “In Stockholm there is nothing like this, huh?”
“Iya, know.” Reka chuckles. “But if Sasa who make so looks like a tablecloth. No match, can't wait to open, Sa.”
“Gorden more precise, Mas.” Umay also replied. “Sasa kan senengnya wear veil flowers kayak mothers. Hehehe ..”.
“Papa! Here it is, they both ledekin Sasa go on!”
While the called-in looks busy chatting with Sada and Agam. Not paying attention to Sasa's annoyance which became the material of her two brothers.
“Mama ...” He still shook his head in amusement watching Sasa chasing after Reka and Umair and the three brothers laughed together as the boy's voice called out to him.
“Reyan, what do you want dear?” He grabbed the boy less than five years old. His youngest son is with Tama. The son they no longer expect his presence because of increasing age and a history of pregnancy that is not easy. God's plan is always the best, right? At an increasingly high-risk age, he actually got the gift of countless, healthy and strong fetuses in the womb.
Rakeyan Raharjuna's birth came just days after his father was named Inspector General of Police.
“Reyan, same Papa here, son.” A bass voice that once made him pound in the pantry of Persada Appetite office many years ago suddenly sounded closer. “Main equals Papa here.”
“Sama Mas Reka aja here.” The design suddenly glared ahead of Tama holding Reyan who immediately laughed laughs at being swung by his brother like an airplane.
“Mama played with Papa here.” Tama smiled seductively as she reached out and tried to reach him.
“This papa, embarrassed already granny same grandparents, still ....” He did not continue the sentence because the husband's sturdy arm had first encircled his shoulder.
“Lho, this beautiful beauty is called grandma from where?” seloroh Tama guided him to the central room. Where the whole family is gathered. Including the mamak who smiled happily, Reka and Reyan who broke down, Sasa and Umair who threw jokes at each other, Sada, Dara, Anjani, Agam. It seemed, dew started attacking both of his eyes.
"Grandmothers and grandparents also deserve to be happy," continued Tama while peeping the top of her head covered with a veil at a glance. "Just a happy young age. Rules where is that? Dare to be the same Commander mother!”
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Good night, dear readers
How are you today? Hopefully in good health and well.
For those who are sick, may be blessed with healing. For those who are sad, may happiness be inserted in the heart. For those who are hoping, may their hope be fulfilled. Whatever may the good always accompany dear readers all.
Thank God ‘ala kulli haal, finally ….
Renjana Dusk Kala :
First release, Saturday, February 27, 2021
Until Tuesday, August 31, 2021
Then mangkrak 🥺🙏
Up back, Monday, May 30, 2022
It ends on Tuesday, June 7, 2022
A total of 15 months less for us to complete the adventure in the world of Pocutama with all its shortcomings.
Thank you very much to all dear readers who have followed the story of Pocutama from beginning to end, be patient during the time of mangkrak without clarity but remain prejudiced, and are willing to follow the story of Pocutama until it is finished.
There is no recompense for good other than goodness itself.
Apologize profusely for all the mistakes, shortcomings, 9 months of arrogance, and other mistakes. Please open the door apologies as much as possible, dear readers.
For many unanswered questions as well as the work of Sephinasera next after Renjana Dusk Kala is finished, will be informed via Instagram Sephinasera and Sahabat Sephinasera. Stay tune 😘😉
Thanks again very much.
Greetings dear, dear,
Sephinasera.
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