CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 110 – ADINDA REQUEST
Agung aghast.
“Subhanallah. Astaghfirullahal.”
She held her cup tightly. His head was getting bent.
“Are you OK?” He tried hard not to touch the girl's hand.
Adinda nodded quickly while wiping her cheeks with the backs of her hands.
“Who harassed you?”
“Fourly.”
“Damn!”
Supreme speechless.
“What do they do?”
“They were holding my body,” Adinda whispered but Agung could hear what she whispered, “And someone tried to kiss me.”
“Ma’af I asked you.”
Adinda nodded.
“Your body, did anyone get hurt?” Grandi looked at Adinda with worry.
Adinda shakes.
Then they were silent for quite a while, Adinda was busy with her own thoughts while Agung typed a chat in WAG Kuping Merah.
Agung knew, he should not ask again about the abuse Adinda experienced. Because Adinda must be uncomfortable talking about it.
“Dimited cake,” Agung thrust both plates towards Adinda, “Select which one? Apple pie or cheese donut?”
Adinda was silent and stared at the two plates in turn.
“Bingung? We shared a cake with each other. Half each. So we can taste two kinds of cakes at once.”
Adinda looked at Agung in wonder. Then his lips smiled.
Honestly, Agung was amazed by Adinda's smile. After seeing her tremble, after seeing her frightened, after seeing her cry, Adinda looked amazing with her smile.
But when Agung tried to slice the apple pie, his hand was painful. He was cringing in pain.
“Om, why?”
Grand did not answer. He took off his leather jacket. Then check his right forearm. There are blackish-red rinses in the shape of diagonal lines on her bright skin. Looks swollen on the striped part.
“Yes Allah.. Om..”
Adinda rushed to the booking desk, asking for a piece of ice cubes and a small plastic bag. Then sit beside the Great.
Grabbing Agung's injured forearm, examine it and then attach an ice-cube-filled plastic to the bruised forearm.
“This is to relieve pain and also to reduce swelling,” Adinda said while continuing to hold Agung's forearm.
The Great Skull is goosebumps, either due to the touch of ice cubes or due to the touch of Adinda's hand. Suddenly the neck of Agung felt choked.
“Ehm!” Agung cleared his throat to eliminate the hoarseness that suddenly appeared, “You do not hold my hand.”
“Why? Om worried I treat Om carelessly? Don't worry, Om. I took PMR excrement since SMP.”
“Not that. I believe in your P3K capabilities.”
“Keep why?”
“Because you are not my mahram.”
“Lah, our relationship is now between medical personnel and patients. I treat the injured hand Om, that's why I hold the hand Om.”
“Ya already, I hold it myself only.”
“Town deh.”
“You sit again at your place yes.”
Adinda throttled while changing seats. Now he sat in front of the Great.
Agung smiled while shoving both cake plates.
“Please cut the cake.”
Adinda nodded. He sliced deftly. Then move half the cake on a different plate. He thrust one plate at Agung.
“Please, Om.”
“Thank you.”
Just as Agung was about to take out a piece of cheese donut with his hand, Adinda slapped the back of his hand.
“Jorok. Wash your hands first!”
Agung gawking.
“Former reliability mukulin, wash your hands first. Do not hold food. Dirty.”
[Setdah! Gini is a girl. Lucky saucy!] Great according. He walked towards the washbasin.
On returning to his desk, he showed his hands to Adinda.
“It's clean and dry ya.”
Adinda laughed out loud with great demeanor.
Just this time Agung saw Adinda laughing. While laughing, there were two small sticks under the tail of his eyes. Cute, adorable and beautiful.
Secretly Agung took his picture by pretending to type a chat.
“How much are you?”
“New 17 years ago, Om.”
“You class 3 now?”
“Class 12, Om.”
“Iya. I mean also like that. My era, there is no class 12, there is class 3 SMA.”
Adinda nodded.
“Om how old is it?”
“32 years.”
“Udah old yes.”
DEG!
Agung who was drinking hot chocolate suddenly choked.
“Slow-slow, Om.”
“According to you, I'm old?”
“If by age anyway yes, Om.”
[Setdah! This is a kid who honestly wears it anyway?!] Agung grunting.
“Outlook me?”
“Looking good, Om. Handsomes. Charming,” Adinda tilted her face while observing Agung's face.
“Then I already knew. Because I looked good since I was still in my mother's stomach.”
Adinda looked flabbergasted. Then chuckle softly.
“Which I mean, my appearance does it look old like Om Om?”
“Ngak Om. Om cool kok.”
“Keep why did you call me Om?”
Adinda speechless. Then he shrugged both of his shoulders.
“Because when we first met, Om so fierce.”
“You are also fierce. But I don't call you auntie, do I?”
“And that time I wore the uniform SMA, Om. Time called aunt? That's right."
"Stop calling me Om.”
“Why?”
“Already pewe, Om.”
Great rolled his eyes. Speechless faced the girl before him.
“The plan is to continue where after graduation?”
“After Papa's absence, I don't know where to proceed.”
Snapping grand.
“Why?”
Adinda did not answer. He took a long breath.
Agung could see the murat of sadness in the brown eyes of the girl.
“We're talking about something else, Om.”
“Why?”
“Not 7 days gone Papa, but already this mess.” murmured Adinda with eyes looking sad.
“What's up?”
Adinda shakes.
“Tell me, who knows I can help you.”
“Om has helped me a lot. I don't want my debt to multiply on Om.”
Agung took a long breath looking at Adinda.
“All the things I have done to you are biiznnillah. With God's permission. I sincerely help you. I don't expect anything from you.”
Adinda stared silently at Agung.
“I borrow your phone.”
Sounds like an order. And Agung does not want to be debated.
She reached into her sweater pocket. Then he offered his gawai.
“Unlock.”
Adinda unlocks the display screen.
Agung made a misscall call to his number using Adinda's device. Then put the money back to the owner.
“Save my number yes.”
Adinda nodded.
“So he said you went to the bookstore. Is there something you bought?”
Adinda nodded.
“Exercise book about.”
“Where's the book?”
“Throw them out of nowhere.”
“Kiss right they!” Agung said angrily, “You want me to take you to the bookstore to buy again?”
Adinda shakes.
“Ngak, Om. Thank ye. I will learn the exercises on the internet only. I have to go home anyway. I've been gone too long.”
“I'll take you home huh?”
“Do not, Om. Plis don't come to my house right now. I don't want any more problems.”
Agung frowned staring inexplicably at Adinda.
“Tempo the day I dropped you off, did you get in trouble because of that?”
Adinda shakes.
“At that time, the atmosphere was busy so no one noticed who I was being ushered in. But this time is different.”
“What is it?”
“Om, I have a request on Om.”
Agung nodded.
“Tell me. If I can help, I will help you.”
“Related on the events earlier, please do not let Mom know.”
Agung looked at Old Adinda, trying to figure out what was going on through her eyes. But Adinda lowered her face, not daring to look at Agung.
Finally Agung nodded, “Insyaa Allah I will try your family does not know."
"I don't have any family anymore, Om. My only family is Papa. No cousins, uncles, aunts or uwak.”
“Your mother?”
“Which I just called Mother is a woman who happens to marry Papa because of pity but take advantage of Papa's pity. My mother died while giving birth to me.”
Agung raised both eyebrows. Look at the girl who turned out to be an orphan in front of him.
“Om don't stare at me like that. I don't need to be pitied, Om. God willing, I am strong.”
Agung nodded.
“God will not burden a servant with a burden that he cannot bear,” Adinda said with foggy eyes, “I am sure, the promise of God is sure. Maybe through this I can be a better figure, who can boast Papa and Mama despite having different nature with me.”
The Great Heart. It was like suddenly descending a steep descent at high speed.
There's a mature soul and a warrior soul in a 17-year-old girl.
“You will not fight alone. May Allah protect you and gather you with good people.”
“Aamiin Yes Robbal’aalamiin.”
“I ordered a taxi online for you. I will pay.”
Adinda nodded.
“Thank you so much Om for helping me again.”
“Sama-sama.”
Agung rise to the booking table. Ordered some donuts and croissants to take Adinda home and a glass of ice cola.
“Bring this yes.”
“Wah.. so much Om.”
The taxi that was ordered arrived. Agung took Adinda to the front door of her passengers.
“Contact me if there is anything. Also if they're still after you to be bullied, tell me.”
Adinda's eyes condense when she looks at Agung.
“Om, if Om is my real Om we are not mahram? So that I can hug Om.”
I was shocked by Adinda's question. Even the drivers looked at them.
“Could not.”
“Keep, how can I be Om's mahram?”
“So my wife. Want?”
“Eh?” Termangu.
“This is to pay for the taxi yes,” Agung tucked some red money into the pocket of Adinda's hoodie sweater.
“If you have arrived, contact me yes. Mr. Driver, please take this Miss Cheashy to her home safely yes.”
Agung closed the door and waved towards Adinda who was still dumbstruck. The car drove off the donut parking lot.
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Om Great ...!
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