CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 142 – GIFT BRAMASTA
LANDMARK APARTMENT
PENTHOUSES
Adisti has just finished making Bogor mixed products. Mix between raw fruit and vegetables. He put it in the fridge.
“Udah can be tried?” Bramasta gulped himself after seeing the color of his salty gravy.
“Wait 2 hours first, Bang to really sink in.” Adisti cleaned the kitchen.
“Daddy want to try pickled made by Disti.”
Adisti turned with frowning forehead, “Kok Daddy can know?”
“Kan Abang sent Daddy video.”
Adisti chuckles.
“Daddy would like to come here?”
“Turns anyway..”
“Terus?”
“Abang said aja later tomorrow brought to the office. You see, if Daddy's here, Mommy's gonna want to come along. I want Prince Zuko later. Worry Mommy so putty.”
Adisti chuckles. He took an airtight plastic box from the bottom cabinet. Take out the pickles that he just put in the refrigerator.
Carefully, arrange the slices of cabbage, bean sprouts, cucumber and then watered with sweet and sour-scented red sauce containing slices of fruits and tubers of yam and yam. Do not forget to put fried peanuts into plastic ziplock as a sprinkling.
“Why wait tomorrow? It's so sorry Daddy. Ask the anterine driver to the main house. Tell Daddy it's eaten 2 hours from now. Insert it into the cooler first to make it fresher.”
“Eh yes.. Brother forgot,” Bramasta chuckles, “So more affection to Buk Wife nih.”
“Pak Husband.” call Adisti when seeing her husband finished contacting the driver, “Anterin Disti trash yes. Wet garbage fruits. If left until tomorrow the room will smell and a lot of urengnya.”
“Shortly yes, wait for the driver to go up first.”
“Disti has ordered dinner for all of us, Bang. When did they come?”
“After sometime it may. They're all on the road.”
The doorbell sounded. Bramasta glanced at the front door camera screen. There's a driver behind the door.
Adisti thrust a small paper bag to Bramasta.
“It's all complete.”
Bramasta accepted it while smiling widely. Then steal a kiss on Adisti's lips. Adisti surprised.
“Isssh Brother.”
Bramasta just chuckled while carrying a small paper bag. Open the front door and talk to the driver.
Adisti put on his bergo instan while carrying plastic trash that has been neatly tied. Check if the plastic is leaking or not.
“Already?”
The driver was not seen at the door. Bramasta holds the front door for Adisti.
“Let’s go!”
They walked to the back of the elevator. Shaft service area. Shaft for garbage there are 2 small stainless doors on the wall. Wet garbage and dry garbage with different logo.
Adisti insert plastic garbage on stainless door with leaf logo. The small door was pushed in. Done it.
“If you throw garbage alone here, feel spooky deh Bang. Slender.. Only sometimes there are cleaning workers or other residents who waste.”
“Abang during his stay here has never crossed paths with other residents deh.”
“Dih. Brother times too cute do not pay attention to the surrounding.”
“Maybe.” Bramasta shifts her distance from Adisti as Adisti is about to hug her arm.
“No way. Hand Disti dirty waste out.”
“Isssh Brother!”
“Bawa handsanitizer dong when you want to trash.” Bramasta still evades.
“Abang ush. That's very!”
“Biarina. Don’t touch me before Disti hand wash with soap.”.
Bramasta ran away. Adisti gave chase deliberately while extending both of his hands in front.
“Disti. Actually, Abang is very amused by public garbage bins.” Bramasta ran away.
“Know that, Brother was the one who was supposed to throw garbage.” exclaimed Adisti chasing Bramasta.
“What are you doing?” Hans looked at Bramasta and Adisti running around.
“You're playing mummies? No one should open the door. Where his password number was changed anyway,” Indra stared annoyedly at the two of them.
“Woyyadong replaceable. It would be bad if I again join in the middle sofa continues, Lu nongol in front of us.” Bramasta smiled broadly at the haughty Indra.
Hans chuckles.
“Sih!” Indra scowled to remember the incident this morning, “Fear of the incident this morning repeated again huh?”
Bramasta. Adisti hid his face behind Bramasta's back.
“What was it this morning?” ask Hans.
“Awas loh if the stories.” whispered Bramasta on Indra while pressing the password button.
The door opened, Bramasta entered with a greeting. Adisti darted straight into the pantry to wash his hands.
“Ndra, why this morning?” whispered Hans, “Lu ripped them off?”
“Isssh kok Lu know Bang?” Indra looked in wonder at Hans.
Hans chuckles, “Gue is that.. It's really easy. Definitely not far from the embarrassing events related to gabrugguks, let alone they are being bucinnya.”
“Ndraaaa!” shouted Bramasta dongkol.
“Gue doesn't story. Hans knew it first. Can guess for yourself he.”
Hans widened, “Free jack my dong became the head of Shadow Team.”
“Hyung Anton where?” adisti asked as she wiped her hands with the kitchen wipes.
“Still on the road. He is from the East Bandung site,” said Indra.
“Dis, have you ordered food?” ask Hans.
“Dong already. Aja awaited. You guys have tea first yes.”
“Issh nih guests visit really,” grumbled Bramasta.
“Brother Bro! Today the inn is sultry only.”
“Syrup passion fruit, want?” Adisti checked the inventory drawer.
“Mau bang.”
Hans and Indra compactly replied.
“Dis, make Brother..”.
Not yet Hans finished talking directly cut by Adisti, “Iya. 7 pieces of ice cubes. Disti was told by Mbak Hana.”
“When?” tanya Hans with a kepo face, “Kok Hana did not tell Abang ya?”
“Tadi noon. Bang Indra how much ice is it?”
“5 pieces only Dec. Thanks yes.”
Adisti. Staring astonished at her husband who was carrying a small paper bag from the direction of the foyer.
Four clear stemmed glasses of passion fruit syrup plus ice cubes are available on round wooden trays on the pantry table.
Hans and Indra had already taken their own glasses. Tasting the freshness of its contents. Indra's eyebrows raised next to.
“Bujubune.. we know you bucin couple. But not so soon..” Indra thrust his glass.
Bramasta and Adisti stared in wonder at Indra.
“Tuh, ice cube until printed heart shape so..”.
“Haisssh tacky Lu Ndra.” Hans chuckled while leaning his large body on the sofa.
“Disti has the shape of a ball. Wantsome? But not afdhol with the atmosphere. Suitable for football or basketball nobar.” Adisti smiled broadly at Indra.
Bramasta and Hans chuckled. Indra bobbing head.
Adisti wiping pantry table. Bramasta installs paper bag on Adisti, “This is for us.”
“Aaan anyway?”
“Open by yourself.”
Adisti took out a large square box with a black inscription of gold. It looks exclusive to the box.
Hans elbowed Indra then pointed towards the pantry with his chin. They both became spectators.
Adisti carefully opened the box.
“Waaaah! Real pretty. Really like!”
Bramasta smiled widely. He loved the expression on his wife's face. Also the behavior of his wife when given a sweet surprise.
“What is Dis? See the prize dong,” Indra extends his neck. Curious about the contents of the gift.
Adisti took out the thing in the box carefully. A pair of black and white mugs with a gold ring-shaped mug handle bearing a single diamond.
Adisti stroked the diamond plan on the handle of the mug. Recalling the tiara he wore while married, he stared anxiously at the thing before him.
“Why?” Bramasta feels Adisti's change.
“It.... genuine diamond?”
Bramasta.
“Ngaklah. Zircon.” most
“Alhamdulillah.”.
“What if it's a real diamond, Dis?” hans asked curiously. They both approached the pantry table out of curiosity.
“Disti will not dare to wear it. It will be a wasted item purchased. Mubazir.”
“But it's real gold loh..” said Bramasta while pointing at the packaging. It says 18K gold plated.
“Ah is only 18K, the thickness is in micron units anyway,” Indra is scissored while reading the packaging.
Adisti did not comment any more. He took out a large pot, filled it with water until it was almost full and carried it on the stove.
The mug that was being held by Indra and Hans took it and put in the pot. Stove on.
Bramasta. Hans and Indra gawked.
“Dis.. why?”
“Boiled a new mug,” Adisti replied while taking a glass containing his marquis syrup.
“Dis, you don't like the prize? Make Abang also want to,” Indra glance anxiously at the mug in the pot.
Adisti pout, “Buy yourself noh.. Lots of money too.”
Bramasta.
“Well it boiled its mug?” Indra curious.
“New good glassware equipment, always Disti boiled first to boil. After boiling, turn off the stove. Do not get out of the water. Let the water cool, can be washed and rinse as usual. Keep on using deh.”
‘Why?” hans asked, frowning.
“So that it is more durable, not easily broken or clogged by impact.”
“Times anyway?”
“Kan mug has been exposed to heat many times, Dis? When still in the form of newly formed clay and at the time of glazuur.” coating
“Heated once again in water, what's wrong? All this time it has been proven to be true. This way old fashioned way loh.” Adisti looked at the three men in front of him in turn.
Then Indra chuckled.
“Luck is only zircon stone, Bram.. I can't banyangin, see Disti boil real diamond with a diameter of zircon stone size in the mug, must be about 1 carrat huh?"
They laugh together. Hans typed something into his gawai.
“Diamond price 1 carrat, starting from 100 million – 350 million depending on the type, clarity and others,” Hans said while looking at his screen.
Adisti suddenly choked.
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The mugs are cool. So mupeng nih Author 🤓