The Love of the Poet
Episode 3
Third Part
The Love of the Poet
The interview hasn't started yet, but I'm cold in the living room of that apartment. The cold AC may be in the range of 16 degrees Celsius. I did not bring a jacket. Unlike Ace, my photographer friend went everywhere never separated from his mountain jacket. He can't stand the cold of AC, including car AC. Whether the jacket was washed often or not, I don't know. Ace said he was very fond of
the jacket, the gift of an idol singer, whose voice he really likes, he said always. The cold air was increasingly hostile, making my teeth tremble and my shoulders twitch. Gawat, what if the interview later? Thought. I want to warm up by doing it a few times
jump, but shame. What would Beib aka Hamid Utomo say if he saw me jumping around like a rock singer?
Suddenly without me realizing I felt a gentle warmth, the smell of perfume that had
smelled, now waving with that soft touch on my nape. When I turned, Beib was wearing a hairy jacket to my shoulder. My face is flushed.
“What's wrong, this is my mother's jacket. This room is too cold. I've been
contacting the apartment technician section to shrink the volume of his AC, they
always say ‘iya’ but never come. Pardon. If it's a little warm
we can start the interview.” He said with a light but very strong vocal
male.
I still feel ashamed. The beautiful woman who had served tea and
snack, I saw at a glance looking at us. Her beautiful face looks like a doll
Barbie, it still fascinates me. I am concerned with the situation. Fear
later he was angry, who knew the woman was Beib's wife or her lover. Ah, I
immediately dismissed the various feelings that gnawed at my mind. “Good Mr. Beib..”
“Call Beib only!” Cut quick.
“Oh yes, Beib we started the interview,” I said in a nervous voice. Scroll Ace, Scroll Ace,
it seemed to be smiling alone while pointing the camera in the direction
Beib and photographed it many times.
I questioned about the condition of his company, the welfare of his employees,
to what innovations the company does in this regard
for the welfare of many societies, especially the usefulness of its products,
is it always for the lower or upper middle class. Product
produced by the Beib family company in the form of instant noodles, juice packaging, pastries
dried and canned meat and fish are very marketable.
Beib answered everything smoothly and clearly. Included
marketing and social work that companies do for the class community
medium to low.
“We also support orphanages and
nursing homes. Establish a foundation to help children who cannot
school and provide scholarships for children who excel up to them
graduated from college. The treasure of wealth is not brought to death, as long as it is still in
our world must do many virtues, not only to our fellow men,
but also in nature and its content. Life is just passing time, during that time
walk up to an unpredictable limit point, there we will
go happy when everything we do is very useful to people
many...” said Beib like a priest.
Ace and I were silent. A handsome young man in front of me
this, seemed to have herded my feelings into the boundless silent passageway. I'm like
finding the truth of life that sometimes makes me feel empty. My residence made it
ask, “Mbak Naina, is the interview over?”
I nodded quickly. “Already, Beib. We will
go to the office again. I need to write this interview right away and
made into a feature news full of the humanist side. Thank you Sir..”
quick and firm.
“Oh sorry, alright Beib. We beg you to pamit.”
“Wah don't hurry home, I invite you
for lunch. Let him arrive at the office you can directly work!”
His word.
Ace and I are feeling bad. I'm back
seeing a woman as beautiful as Barbie was preparing food on the dining table. Ace
you know, later after returning home, the two of us will definitely discuss it seriously,
who is that woman.
“Kak Marly thank you for the food. These guys
the journalist who interviewed me today. Meet, this is Marly's sister
right above me, he purposely came to my aid. The household assistant
used to come to cook, today came home to see his daughter who was
be ill. This is the life of a bachelor,” said Beib familiar.
After eating, we say goodbye. Beib, aka Hamid Utomo, drove us to the lobby
apartments. Ace and I were sorry for the people who met him
bow with respect. Including the apartment security guard.
“Don't forget, if my story has been loaded, please deliver
tabloids to the apartment, do not send by post or anything else. I want to
take you to lunch again. My brother is a cook,” Take him along
put something in Ace's pants pocket.
My feeling Beib must have given us money. That's not
allowed company. Then, without waiting any longer, I asked Ace
take the package and hand it to me. I immediately ran after
Beib was about to get into the elevator. “Wait!” I screamed a little louder.
“What's up?” beib asked while looking at me sharply.
“This is what Beib?”
“Oh, it's just a gift from me. Sorry don't get mad.”
“That's sorry, we're prohibited from receiving gifts like this. I am grateful to have lunch and coffee as well as a delicious snack. Mr. Beib uh Beib, please take back this gift. Again forgive us,”
this time I boldly pulled her hand and handed her the white envelope with
half forced. “I'm sorry, don't get angry,” I said immediately turn around before
he could say something.
“Luck money returned. If not, then he'll talk to the boss, and then we're done,
surely the money he gave quite a lot, can be a month our salary,” said Ace.
“Already, it is not our fortune and we are not entitled to
accept it. Later God will definitely give more,”.
Ace smiled meaningfully. “Cik, I see Mr. Rada
different today. In love with Mr Beib?” search Ace full of curiosity
know.
“Cause you're Ce, a new cook knows you're in love, that's right. After all, between him and me is like the earth and the sky. He's a rich man and what am I doing? It's tomboyish, poor anyway,” my mouth while grimacing.
For some reason, I suddenly thought of the stars. I'll see my phone, open up
inbox and search for the letters listed there. There's a disguised thump in
my chest, there is a longing to see the array after array of poems that the Star sent.
But this time there was none. Where are those poetic words? I asked in my heart,
only in the heart... (Connected)
