Waiting Morning
Beena and Mary's Meeting
The atmosphere of the building of one of the famous television stations in Jakarta is busy with the activities of each program of each division. One of them is a program led by Billy about cultural coverage. Today they immediately carry out a briefing after the editing process.
“ Ok fix, after this I submit the results of our briefing to the producer section. Any quentions?
”Billy ends the briefing.
With a beard and a confused expression Reyna raised her hand.
“ Keep host for our program who bang?”
Beena and Bimo glanced at each other and smiled resplendently.
“ Basic tulalit” chirps Bimo.
“ What did you say?” Reyna glaring.
Billy clenched his teeth, “ Make already discussed, for the host was the affairs of the producer. I don't know which artist to use”.
“ Sorry bang, not konsen”
“ Lagian tulalit when konsenya” added Bimo.
“ From on you, Mr. Introvert” does not want to lose Reyna argued.
“ Already. Cafeteria has been flailing noh” Beena trying to break up the Bima and Reyna retaliatory action.
“ You are suitable, Miss Tulalit and Mr. Introvert” tempt Billy.
“ Brother...” exciting both.
The four of them tidied the table in the mini meeting room of scattered papers.
“ Hey, widow girl how did your leg hurt?” ask Billy.
“ Was dry bang, and no longer hurt. That means it's healed, right?”
Beena pursed her thin lips with a sweet smile.
“ Oh yes, earlier mbak Mia nyariin you”.
“ Mbak Mia?What's up bang?”
“ Where do I know!” Billy shrugged his shoulders.
“ Ok bang, later after lunch. I met Mia”.
“ Ok I first ya” said Billy.
While closing Beena's laptop thinking hard, there's a reason the news producer is looking for her.
Beena walked towards the cafeteria. The atmosphere of the cafeteria today is so crowded. After bringing the food she ordered, Beena had not gotten a seat.
His eyes swept out in all directions, suddenly there was a hand waving. A smile from the owner of the hand hinted if there was still a place he could use.
“ Wah happened to meet here” greet beautiful women with shagy hair style burgundy color.
“ Uh mbak Mia, just wanted to meet mbak after lunch” reply Beena.
“ Windfall is not going anywhere, no need to go far” said Mia while chewing her food.
Beena pulled out a chair, and placed a bowl of makasar coto on the same table as Mia's mbak.
“ Oh yes mbak what is it?”
“ Gini Na, can I ask you please?”
“ Ask for help? Mean mbak?” ask Beena while still eating the makasar coto she ordered.
“ I have a cousin, she again needs a Japanese translator. You can help, right?”
“ Ouch..gimana ya mbak, I should ask permission bang Billy first. There is another program that aired this week”
“ It's freelance really, maximum two days . Thank you for a day finished”
“ How yes mbak, not ga want but..”
“ Please, help ya!”
Mia closed her hands begging.
“ Suddenly also the problem, my cousin only knew that the Nipon could not speak Indonesian and the English was weak. Or gini, you met my cousin first. Continue to be able or not you decide Ok!” Clearly Mia while handing over a business card.
Beena received a silver business card, read it carefully.
" Ok mbak Mi, I try it. Hopefully Billy's bang give me permission"
Ma'am Mia gestured with her thumb as a sign of her consent. " I first ya Na, eat a lot because of work with Billy kudu strong" said Mia while smiling wryly.
" Prepared, I'll hold it" he replied.
Then the two split up.
***
After asking permission from his superiors, Billy as the owner of the production evangelize as long as it does not interfere with Beena's work. Anyway, Billy won't ban. Because Mia is the boss, besides Mia is the son of the tv station owner.
At 16:00 Beena headed to the address listed on a business card using his Jazz. His car is parked in a hotel basement, and Beena walks into the hotel lobby.
Purple plaid flannel shirts blend deep purple toadstool. With a journalist's cocard still clinging to his chest. Beena steps her foot towards the receptionist.
“ Afternoon mbak” greet Beena at a receptionist.
“ Afternoon..there we can help”
“ I can meet Miss Mary” Beena said while handing over a business card.
“ Any previous appointment?”
“ Already mbak, my translator japanese”
The receptionist then hit some numbers in the PABX. “ Please take the elevator mbak, already awaited secretary bu Mary on the 14th floor Room to two from the elevator” door.
“ Thank you mbak” Beena walked to the special elevator that the beautiful receptionist showed.
Ting...
“ Second room of elevator door, Yes.this is the room” murmured.
Beena approaches a table inhabited by a beautiful girl using a blazer and a miniskirt.
“ Good afternoon, excuse me..” Beena started the greeting
“ Good afternoon, the Japanese translator is yes?”
“ Yes mbak”
“ Let me take between” invite the secretary is beautiful, cute and friendly.
Tok.dok...
“ Excuse me ma'am, there are guests. Japanese translator”
The beautiful secretary called out while opening the door.
“ Yes Bell, ask to sit first. I finished the job for a moment. "
Said Mary who looked fun chatting on her phone.
“ Oh yes Bar, I close first yes. There guests. So pick up later, right?”
“ Sorry Mar, I have a lot of duties in the union. Sorry yes, I can't take you to the party you mean”
With a disappointed look Mary replied, “ ok but next time do not refuse my invitation huh?Bye”'s.
The connection was severed unilaterally without waiting for an answer from the other side.
Pretty girl, young, fashionable and seems to be about the same age as Beena. He walked to the guest chair in his room.
“ Bell, I'm asking you please get me a drink huh?” mary's Order.
“ Want to drink what Mbak Maryam?” tanya Marry mentioned the name listed on an id-card Maryam T.
“ What is bu?’ answer Beena
“ Don't call me ma'am, just call me Mary. Like our age is not much different” replied Marry familiarize the atmosphere.
“ Bell, bring lemon tea 2 yes?”
“ Good ma'am, I'm sorry “
“ I'm Mary Bramantyo, I got a recommendation from my cousin Mia.”
“ Yes bu”
“ Ouch...don't call me mother dong, do I look like mothers huh?” mary asked, checking her face against the glass wall of her room, making sure her face was 28 years old.
“ Call me Miss yes?” pinta Mary by showing her braided neat teeth.
“ Yes, miss Marry”
“ Directly yes, so gini. Our company will build a hotel in Bali. We have already acquired investors from Japan. Last month we had a meeting, and the agenda the day after tomorrow we met again to discuss further cooperation.
This time Mr. Hideyosi Ichiro has brought his legal power as well. During this time we communicated in English with his secretary. But last week I was told that Mr. Secretary. Ichiro is absent. We can't afford to drop a project that's of great value to our company. You can help, right?”
Mary explained at length, hoping Beena could help her company and of course Mary's career was in her decision.
“ When is the meeting Miss?” ask Beena.
“ Day, Sunday. Can dong, please!”
From the outside, Bella came in with 2 glasses of lemon tea.
“ Please in drink mbak” said bela while saying walk to the outdoors.
Beena took a sip of lemon tea, hoping her decision would be the best for everyone.
“ Ok miss, happened the day after I was free no activities in the office”
With a happy face Marry hugged Beena.
“ Thanks girl, you are my Athena goddess”.
“ Your welcome Miss”
“ Uh you've been working long time at Firsttv?”
“ 4 years Miss.”
Finally they chatted casually to get to know each other. Talk about their experiences at their jobs. Beena occasionally praised Mary for her brilliant career at the age of just one year with her.
After having a long conversation and telling the day after tomorrow's meeting with Mr. Ichiro Beena said not to forget to exchange phone numbers with Mary.
“ Then I say miss” said Beena.
Mary glares, “ don't call me miss, call Mary just”
With a heavy heart, Beena said.
Mary then drove Beena to the front door.
“ Oh yes, further business will be handled by Bella yes. Thanks you earlier” said Mary.
Mary shook with Beena and walked towards Bella.
“ Bell, you arrange Maryam accommodation and other administration ya”
“ Good bu”. Bella pulls out a brown envelope from inside her drawer.
“ Sorry mbak Maryam, can you ask for her account number? This is just transport money, for the fee translator we will send through the account after the activity is completed.”
Beena opened her phone to see the series of numbers of her account then she wrote on the note and handed it to Bella.
“ Thanks mbak Bella, I'm sorry” Beena received the envelope Bella gave me.
“ Both mbak, be careful on jalan”.
Beena then went down the elevator to the parking lot and immediately drove to her apartment.
***
