Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 19. Yen Tak Sawang Sorote Mripatmu

Yen Tak Sawang Sorote Mripatmu

(If I see the look in your eyes)

- taken from the lyrics of the song titled "Konco Mesra" by R. Husin Albana, and popularized by the singer Nella Kharisma-

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Jakarta

Tama

He did instruct specifically, for a friendly event to be held in Mitoha Kitchen. In addition to the place that is quite close from the office. Not to spend time on the trip, because it was hit by long traffic jams.

Also so that he can contribute to advancing Mitoha Kitchen. Because of the success of holding a friendly event later, it can be a free advertisement for partners.

But he forgot to inform the boys, if his favorite music is rock. Not the other one.

Modern pop or modern band, still okelah. He can still enjoy.

But it turns out, the guest star who was brought was actually a dangdut singer. It hits indeed. It has a characteristic attractive appearance - a subtle mention of 'inviting men'- eyes and a seductive voice. The Duo of Honey Bees.

"Welcome and welcome to join our new Commander ... Mr. Winata Yuda ..." welcome the honeybee duo as soon as he enters the convention hall.

"Yuda Wiratama!" shouted one of his men from the right side of the stage. Trying to correct the misrepresentation of his name.

See? Given the name of the owner of the event alone is less precise. Though this is the main capital, the first gate of respect and interest.

"Oh ... sori ..." One of the most attractive honeybee duo, now giggling on stage. Seraya glanced at him.

"I was wrong, Commander. I'm sorry, sir. Don't shoot me, sir. Aww.mc ...."

He just laughed off. While greeting some Sector Police officials, under his new area of duty.

"Okay ... I repeat once again ...." The duo of honeybees returned to chattering on stage.

"Welcome and welcome to join you ...."

At first glance when he looked towards the stage, the honeybee duo was watching the mouth movements of a subordinate.

"Combes .. police ... Vira ... Pue ... Judae ...."

He returned laughing. Because the artist really does not have the knowledge of the client that must be visited this time. They don't even know the terrain.

"Okey, Mr. Kombes Wiratama Yuda .. special we present a special song for you ...."

"Pull, Maaang ...."

Then play an intro music dangdut remix that is hits. Because it is often heard playing in places of entertainment that will be raided by him. Followed by an energetic song full of temptation, chanted by Duo honeybee.

He sat at the main table. Flanked by a number of police sector leaders in the region. Also two kabag. Talking to each other while listening to the entertainment displayed.

The appearance of the honeybee duo had stopped for a moment. When he gave a welcome. Followed by two words from the police sector leadership representative. And the official introduction, between himself and the ranks of the authorities in his new area of duty.

After that, the real friendly event begins. The whole audience is merged into one. Talk and laugh with each other. Talk about something important enough. Or just throwing jokes.

Meanwhile, on stage, the appearance presented by the honeybee duo is increasingly alluring. Some people even began to be tempted, to join sway by going on stage.

"Pak Commander ... do not want to join us both here, sir ..." exclaimed one of the Duo personnel honeybees, whose clothes are not able to accommodate anything.

"Yes, Sir .... Come on, dong, sir .... Accompany us on stage ..." - timpal.

He just laughed.

"If the Commandment is handsome like this anyway .. we want yes Beb, long here ..." seloroh personnel Duo honeybee, whose hair is blonde like a bell.

"I'm sorry, sir .. don't take it personally, sir. I only convey my heart based on the eye view .. hahaha ... asyeeeeeek ..." continued the dumbbell while giggling to himself.

"Yes dong, Say ..." replied his colleague quickly. "Especially behind just now .. there are whispers ... if the Commander again nyari companion life ...."

Explosions of laughter immediately enveloped the entire convention hall room.

"I can register yes, sir ..." whine the attractive appearance with spoiled. "If you may know .. what the conditions are, sir?"

"Your SKCK is there, sir!" suhut the hair of the feathers as if not to lose. "SIM is also complete... there are approximately other conditions, sir?"

He laughed repeatedly. As everyone sitting around the table was clearly laughing at him wholeheartedly.

He was in a completely unqualified position. Become months because of the status he now holds.

Widowers.

"Do I have to go straight to your seat?" seloroh the feather duster, who was preparing to go down the stage.

He spontaneously waved a sign of surrender and refused, "The other one. Others are ...."

"There's still a lot of stock here ..." he tried to slurp on his men. Most of them put on a sparkling face, for the sake of seeing the appearance of inviting the honey bee duo.

Finally, the honeybee duo managed to drag two people at once onto the stage. Who knows, he himself forgot their names. They must be still bleeding young.

"Van!" he called out to Devano who was sitting behind him.

"Yes, Sir?" Devano came closer.

At first glance he caught the aura of pias on Devano's face. It seemed like the young man still felt bad for her. Lack of coordination in determining guest stars.

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"I'm sorry, sir," said Devano quickly, as at the first opportunity he frowned. See the invited guest star.

"The previous leader liked dangdut music the most," said Devano. "I think ... The same father."

He laughed.

"I will not repeat, sir," Devano promised solemnly. "We just found out what kind of music you like at the last minute. Already invited Duo honey bee. Can't be canceled."

He still laughed, "It's okay ...."

"On the following occasions .. I invite Gayatri or The Crash ..." Devano promised with confidence.

"Or artist whoever you want," continued Devano trying to assert.

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"I'm out for a minute" he whispered to Devano. "Please help the guests."

Devano nodded, "Ready, sir."

He dropped out of the convention hall, coinciding with a pop song that was a hit. But in the remix until the music sounds more challenging. With the audience who began to scatter up on stage.

"Sir?"

Some of the people he passed nodded their heads. He also nodded back. Walk quickly towards a space that was no stranger to him. The director's room.

Where Aunt Iren has welcomed his arrival.

"Well, Tama .. more immediately ..." as well as Aunt Iren patting her shoulder. "Ready with a new adventure?"

He just broke. Prefer to sit on the guest sofa.

"Busy, Om?" the answer to Om Raka. Who looks frowned behind the table.

"Busy keep him ...." Aunt Iren answered. "For the spirit of work. There's a new mood booster."

Om Raka immediately laughed at the words of Aunt Iren. While he grimaced not understanding.

"There's a new wave, Om?" ask him at a glance.

"Not a bustle anymore .. but the latest target!" lang Tante Iren while laughing.

"Wah ..." he shook his head. Then come slurping. "This progress .. has opened the heart."

"Who used to dong... mood boosternya ..." Tante Iren's laughter getting louder. "Any man's heart will open by itself."

Om Raka was back to laughing. This time while picking up the phone, "Cut! Please find PKS (cooperation agreement) with ...."

"Antar to my room ... now!"

He was stunned to hear Om Raka's words on the phone. But directly ignore it. Because what he thought was clearly impossible.

"Wah ... high quality of course," he chose to go back to joking. "Until I can get Shaina's dad interested."

"You know the same person, Tam," Aunt Iren looked at him trying to tell.

"Isn't he?" he began to cringe. "Who?"

"Tama poultice so much as Omnya, hahahaha ..." again Aunt Iren laughed.

He also laughed back.

Along with the sound of the door being knocked.

"Lake in!" sumer Om Raka.

"What are definitely not the three of them," Aunt Iren shook her head.

"Oh yeah? New comer dong?" his eyes were rounding as he grew curious. "It's not a student, is it?"

Aunt Iren's laughter is getting louder. Himself too.

"This is the file, sir."

But his ears actually caught a wave of soft sound that was quite familiar.

In that instant, his head turned to look towards the source of the sound. As if someone was calling.

And the reality that was plastered in plain sight.

"Lho, what's here?" he unconsciously even stood up. As soon as he caught a slender figure wearing a pastel-colored veil, he was walking slowly towards Om Raka's desk.

Just be right.

How did Pocut get here?

"Kok .. can you?" ask like bo doh people. With my head full of confusing questions.

"Bisata," om Raka relaxed. "Here, Cut."

He noticed Pocut who nodded with a nervous expression. Walked past him without looking at him.

"Eh, seriously this!" he immediately followed Pocut's steps. "Can't you ... Get here?"

"You ..." Now he's standing next to Pocut. Staring at that tense face with a frown.

"Diaaa works ..." replied Om Raka quickly. "Why is that so surprising, Tam?"

"Surprisingly ..." as always Aunt Iren chuckled.

"Work?" he was still staring at Pocut with a confused face. "Here?"

"Since when?"

"Old old?"

"Newuu ...." Om Raka answered again. "My husband he. Cool it ... Pocut could be a sekpri?"

"Sekpri? Private secretary?" he was astonished by his suddenly unpleasant voice. It sounded strange in his own ears.

"Seriously (seriously)?" he was still staring at Pocut who was standing awkwardly.

It all feels so weird and unpleasant.

But the explosion of laughter Om Raka and Aunt Iren. Also a joke that was thrown by Om Raka. It just makes him more confused.

He was still watching Pocut, who looked very uncomfortable. Trying to put some files on Om Raka's desk. Then nodded towards him nervously.

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Pocut only briefly in the Director's room. To submit the file requested by Om Raka.

"Later please make this ..." Now Om Raka is giving instructions to Pocut. That's standing right on the side of the table. Look at the whole speech of Om Raka. Occasionally interspersed with nods and speech,

"Good, sir."

While he could only howl across the table. Without being able to do anything.

Oh, very well shit (very good, damn it)!

"Thank you very much, Cut," cried Om Raka managed to disperse his shocked brain.

Followed by a nod of Pocut's head towards him for the second time. Before finally leaving. And then it disappeared behind the glass door.

"He ... mood booster Om Raka?" ask without restraint.

Om Raka just smiled knot. While Aunt Iren gave a thumbs up.

"Where are your Om tastes now, Tam? It's better, right?" aunt Iren's slobbery made her hissing.

"Different variants ..." continued Aunt Iren again. "A different challenge."

He sat back down with his head throbbing. Then asked a little annoyed, "Om ... have you spoken to him?"

Beyond a doubt, Om Raka just laughed. With Aunt Iren.

"Not yet ...." Om Raka grinned. "Slow but sure (slow but sure). Make Pocut want to work here just have to turn over first."

"This time is full of struggles for him, Tam ...." Aunt Iren was still laughing. "Other than others ...."

He immediately left the Director's room. For some reason, his mood suddenly deteriorated. His spirit dropped drastically to the bottom of the abyss. And the mind that has been burning for some time, is now back.

But when he was walking towards the convention hall, accidentally his eyes caught a familiar figure was at the end of the hall. Then it disappeared behind a door.

With long and fast steps, he tried to catch up with the familiar figure.

"Sir! Mr Tama!" someone on the doorstep of the convention hall called out his name.

But he doesn't care. Just raise your right hand. He didn't even try to look. Because the middle is rushing to the end of the passage.

Pantry

Once the letter is written above the destination door.

With one swift movement, the glass door was pushed. His gaze immediately found the figure he was looking for. Busy brewing in front of the dispenser.

"Make coffee or tea?" sweep it without thinking.

Make the person you are talking to, immediately stop the activities that are being done. But not immediately looking at him. Pocut kept his back.

"You ... Don't you drink coffee?" ask again. When his eyes accidentally caught the sachet coffee pack on Pocut's left hand.

But the question only made Pocut surprised. Until unknowingly, almost dropped the glass that was being held.

"Ouch!" Pocut sounded complaining. Because the water in the cup spilled over the hand.

He moved forward, trying to get closer. Want to help Pocut who just doused in hot water.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Only two more steps, he could reach Pocut. Who is now grimacing, while blowing the back of the hand was doused in hot water.

"Sir Tama! There was a visit from Mr. Dandim (commander of kodim)!"

Devano's voice instantly dampened his steps.

"Wait in the convention hall right now."

And from the door of the room that opened wide, incandescent sound of energetic singing coming from the honeybee duo.

"Yen tak sawang sorote mripatmu

(If I see the look in your eyes)

Jane I understand ono ati sliramu

(Actually I know you have a taste in me)

Nanging onone mung sewates

(But there are only friends)

Podo ra wanine ngilakke tresno"

(Sama-sama does not dare to express his likes)

- Nella Kharisma, Friendly Conco

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