Sharing the Dusk
New Normal
Ignore the airline logo that parable doang even though the results of self-shotðŸ¤.
After an hour on the air I finally arrived at the arrival door of Soekarno-Hatta international airport. I continued my journey using an online taxi to the South Jakarta area.
Arriving at the office, with a little step I went to the room that was quite spacious there was a figure of someone who had been waiting for me since.
"Sorry for the plane from Jogja delay" I said as I sat in the front seat of his desk.
"Grandfather, the client hasn't arrived yet, sorry ya disrupt your vacation should still be a few days away, but I force you to go home because the client does not want this tender in the hands of another Ama"
"Obviously do not want to be the same other client is super complicated" said I cynical, indeed one year ago we had worked on a project with him.
"He wants to be with you because he is satisfied with your work not because he is complicated" continued mas heri who in fact my boss in the office.
We also talked a little about the tender this time and I showed you some pictures that I made lightning last night.
"You are calm, the proposal is ready to stay just a presentation, your picture is also okay" said mas heri.
"Okay mas if I had breakfast first yes not to make breakfast" I said.
"Not far from breakfast"
"Ready" I said while saluting.
After breakfast I returned to prepare the presentation. Fix a little picture that I think is still lacking.
"Mak client has come" said sari.
"Ok me there" I said while tidying up the files for the meeting do not forget I brought my favorite laptop.
It took us almost four hours meeting with all the drama of the debate to reach the word consensus. Skipping lunch is common for me when handling work.
"Mas.... Vio go back" I said after the meeting.
"Not lunch yet?" ask Heri.
"Don't put them all in the house" I said.
"Yes, be careful who goes home with anyone"
"Retail the taxi online mas, so no need to bother" I replied as I left the work room mas Heri.
My goal is a little far away, the buffer city of Jakarta is Bogor why I choose to live in a buffer city because the atmosphere is more cool than having to live in an apartment or housing in Jakarta.
After arriving in front of my house, I looked at the house that had been my residence for almost two years.
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"Hallo, assalamualaikum" I said after grabbing a flat object next to my pillow.
"wallaikumsalam, you've come home from Jogja"
"Udah" I replied.
"I'm at your house now"
"Yes." I said as I slammed the flat object slightly.
Not long ago, there was a knock on my door. With a lazy step I opened the door.
"But open the door for a long time"
"Hemm" I said lazily.
"I want a story" he said, dragging me to sit in the living room.
"What's wrong?" ask me.
"Tia came to my Arfian home yesterday" said Dita.
Like a high-voltage electric shock my body stiffened.
"Arfian didn't come home for three days, he went where you went!" continued.
"I told you you're on vacation with Arya"
"Two days ago I saw Arfian at zero kilometers" I said, greeted by Dita's shock.
Dita is Arfian's cousin but somehow she's closer to me than she is to Tia.
"So seriously you saw Arfian bang?"
"It was unintentional, but I didn't want to leave immediately" I replied.
"My brother's madness is Vi"
"You don't tell anyone I'm staying here"
"Fine anyway"
Our conversation continued until the ringing of flat objects was surprised us.
"I have to go home tia's at home mom said"
"Yes already spit you home there, I want to rest tired abis marathon in Jogja"
"But the cuddle, right?" ask her while smiling.
"Bah I'm behind Vi take care of your health maybe for a while we don't meet first to be safe" said Dita, saying goodbye.
I drove Dita to the front of the house and slowly she left my house riding her motorcycle.
"b...Ar dissatisfied you complicate your own life, it's enough for me to get dragged into the vortex of your troubles" murmured me.
*****
week later....
Today as usual mbak ratmi my housekeeper came, because my busy work so my home business left to the ratmi ma'am who will come every two days to clean the house.
"Mbak later please finish my workspace yes, whether there is a box above the closet please mbak movein to the warehouse because it is very dusty" I said.
"Later if you can not go down to ask for help from the front guard" I continued.
"Yes to Vio" replied ratmi.
Back to the grueling daily routine what else is the distance of home with a fairly far office not to mention the traffic jams that hit several points along the way. I think I can choose to fly. Congestion has become a daily meal😒, to drive away tired I usually play music from the features in my car.
Maybe you wonder who I really am?. I am Viona Adisti, now I work for a housing developer in the south Jakarta area.
In addition to work, I also have a hobby of photography just a hobby not intended to pursue as a part-time profession, from the camera college is familiar to me, because the majors I took could not be far from the camera and laptop, the purple campus where we took while in college and the starting point of our meeting as friends.
After a long day of work, I finally returned to the most comfortable palace.
"Lho.... Mbak ratmi hasn't come home yet?" ask me.
"But not yet mbak mang deliberately waitin mbak Vio go home first"
"What's wrong, mbak?" I asked seriously while leading Ratmi to sit in the guest room.
"This is how I found the box fell to the back of the closet when moving cardboard above, briefly did not take it first" said ratmi while heading to the kitchen.
"It's mbak" while handing me a box in my hand.
"Oh this box thanks mbak, I don't even want nyimpen ginian" said I pura pura.
"Sama-sama mbk, I am afraid of important boxes, if I say I go home first yes mbak" said mbak ratmi.
"Yes, be careful" I said.
I looked at the box carefully and I opened, a smile on the corner of my lips staring at what was in the box.
These eyes do not want to switch from the sheet of images that are clearly displayed in front of my eyes, the smile and absurd behavior of my best friend reappeared in my dreams.
seriate....
