CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 15 – PRESS CONFERENCE
Bramasta was enjoying his breakfast in the morning while observing photos of the temporary gate in Lembang sent by Indra's men when the chat notification came in.
Chat from Hans, press conference invitation has been circulated. Bramasta just type, “OK. TQ.” In return.
Pressing the call button for Indra. Audible dial tone.
“Assalamu’alaikum. What's my schedule this morning, Ndra?” pause.
“OK. Hans already contacted you?” pause.
“Change the meeting place outside so in our office only. Not late for the afternoon press conference. Half an hour before the event, you should be on standby at headquarters huh, Ndra. Delegate tasks when necessary.” Pause.
“OK see you at the office. Fii. Assalamu’alaikum.”
Bramasta's work went well today. The last 15:00 meeting today is over. The press conference was held at 16:00.
“Gue unplug first, Boss,” said Indra while tidying up the meeting file earlier. Bramasta. There are still some jobs to check.
“Assalamu’alaikum,” says Indra.
“Wa’alaikumussalam. Fii. Later I followed yes,” Bramasta's eyes are not diverted from the screen of his laptop.
The central building is more crowded than usual. But there is always a parking lot for Bramasta and its people. Bramasta parked his car next to Indra's car which had arrived first. He glanced at his watch. The press conference started 10 minutes ago. Bramasta immediately got out of his car to the elevator to go up to the lobby on the ground floor.
The press conference event did not last long to prevent too many and biased questions. Questions are also restricted. Bramasta rolled up the sleeves of his old ash shirt until it almost reached the elbow. His left hand was draped in a navy suit. He had his tie rolled neatly in his car. He was watching from far away. When he was done, he approached them. The reporters were excited by his arrival. Bramasta smiled, waving towards them.
Indra pairs a clip microphone on a Bramasta shirt.
“Assalamu’alaikum. Sorry I have a job I can't stay. But Group B secretary and Sanjaya Group secretary have represented me to explain all about the evacuation video. In the future I beg you not to horrendous again the video because honestly, I do not like the scene like this. I want to live a normal life like all of you without having to be cats because of the furore. I don't think what I'm doing is special because it's our duty to help people in need. Please understand it to all parties,” Bramasta smiled as he cupped his hands in the chest.
A reporter came forward and asked in a loud voice, “Master Bramasta, why don't you like this furore? Can't you use the excitement of the video to increase your popularity. Forward to become a politician, perhaps?”
Bramasta looked at Indra and then chuckled both while shaking his head, “Waduh, I have no interest at all to plunge into politics. I don't like the popularity. The hoopla yesterday had a bad impact on me and my secretary,” Bramasta pointed to a nail scar on his left jaw that is now just a curved red line, he said, “This was the result of excitement yesterday when we were about to visit a sick relative.”
The reporters muttered all seeing the nail marks on Bramasta's jaw. Some online media reporters immediately wrote “Bramasta's face was injured during a scene yesterday morning in the XXX hospital lobby, did you guys do it?" “Bramasta injured due to the invasion of fans who craze”, “Bramasta and his Secretary should be injured because of the sudden fan attack?” and various other writings that actually look ridiculous.
“It happened in the hospital lobby, ahead of the bezoek hour. My secretary was also injured,” Bramasta continued, ”Alhamdulillah the hospital was very responsive to the incident. We would like to thank XXX hospital, especially its security officers.”
Bramasta smiled, “I think enough of me, thank you very much.”
Indra and Hans walked parallel to Bramasta. The security forces are banishing journalists who are still passing microphones or recording devices to them. The three of them headed for the special elevator of the directors. Inside the elevator, they simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
“Finally round too.”
“May go smoothly as we planned and predicted.”
“Hopefully this furore is over soon.”
The elevator stops at the top floor. Three of them got out of the elevator. The top floor lobby has been arranged with food and beverage tables the same as in the lower lobby. The one in the lower lobby as a banquet for the reporters and the one above for the higher-ups and the press conference team. The three of them filled the white poselen cup with coffee.
“Looking great at TV, Son,”_You look great on TV, son_ Mr. Alwin Sanjaya patted his son's shoulder.
“Yes is.. who used to be his daddy.” Bramasta put the cup on the table and then crucified Daddy.
“A few days ahead the IT and multimedia team will monitor its progress. Hopefully we can rely on everything,” said Mr. Alwin replied with a nod from the three.
“Where are you going, Bram?” ask Daddy.
“Ke hospital.”
“Again?” daddy's eyebrows shot up in wonder.
“Bram kangen with the girl he saved, Om,” said Indra, “Aday I did not meet, could upset him.”
“Isssh, rese very well Ndra.”
Indra chuckled followed by Hans and Daddy.
“It seems like it is time for Mr. Bramasta to get married,” Hans to join.
“Mommy is excited about meeting Adisti and his family. Shindy. Waking up is still a story about Adisti. What is she special about ? Daddy is curious.”
Bramasta cheeks meet with redness.
“Apaan hell Daddy..”
Daddy tekekeh saw his son's reaction. He looked at Hans. Raise one eyebrow and then nod. Hans understands. He nodded imperceptibly. Body language between them. “Investigate about the girl and her family”, it's a message delivered.
“Ndra,” Daddy looked at Indra seriously, “So what is true the little G letter Adisti's handwriting is similar....”.
Not yet had time to continue Daddy has been directly cut by Bramasta, “Eit.eit, tar first. Ah, suck you, Ndra!” Bramasta punched Indra's upper arm.
Daddy and Hans widened their eyes and nodded.
“Oh, my_Yeah_..” said Daddy on the sidelines.
“Ndra, what story did you tell Mommy?”
“Gue wouldn't dare lie to Auntie, Boss. Lagian Aunt jago very ngorek description. Like a talented aunt to be an interrogator, Om,” said Indra to switch his seat across Bramasta.
“Makanya Om do not dare to mess around behind especially in front of Auntie,” said Daddy sambl bribe a piece of fruit pie.
“Suami scared wife?” asked Indra while raising her eyebrows.
“Not afraid of the wife, but do not want to disappoint the wife, do not want to hurt the wife. Marriage to know what Om is feeling. Yes, Hans?” Daddy devoured Ellair's soes with great satisfaction.
Hans who was asked replied with a grin on his face.
“Udah ah, Bram go first,” Bram approach Daddy while kissing his hand, salim.
“Gak dinner first here?” ask Daddy.
“Gak, later in the hospital.”
“Unfortunately the hospital now works like a restaurant too huh?” ledek Daddy, “Menu is there delicious?”
“Any menu will feel good, Om if enjoyed with gebetan.”
“Cih, now you do not want to be dinner with Daddy again.” Daddy mocked his son again, “Ajakin Daddy dong.”
“Miss,” Bramasta rose from his seat, “Bye everyone_That's all_. Assalamu’alaikum.”
Arrive at the hospital 30 minutes after the afternoon bezoek. The VIP parking lot has started to fall. Security officers recognized him. Greeting with friendly. When the elevator door opened, it looked like Agung was coming out of the elevator.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Mr. Bramasta,” greeting Agung.
“Wa’alaikumussalam. Where are you going, A?’ ask Bramasta.
“Ke pharmacy in lobby. Mother out of eucalyptus oil.”
“Yes, we all had dinner at a fast food restaurant in lobby.”
Agung nodded.
“So we watched his live press conference,” Agung opened the conversation.
“Ah, later just discuss it above,” said Bramasta, “How is Adisti developing?”
“Alhamdulillah Adisti recovers quickly. Tomorrow you are allowed to go home.”
“Aalhamdulillah's. Check up schedule?”
“3 more days check up and physio therapy.”
“Contact me or Indra ya A, to prepare the vehicle.”
“Do not bother, Sir. We can order taxi online for transportation.”
“No, please, please don't feel shy. And also please do not refuse.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Bram. If Hilman Anggoro's family doesn't insist on suing Adisti, we still have a car. Although not a luxury car and the latest year,” Agung subdued his gaze, “Adisti did not know that our silver APV car had been sold by Dad to replace the loss of the Hilman Anggoro family. Every time Adisti asks the absence of a car in the garage, it is always answered the car is in the workshop to be serviced.”
Bramasta nodded, “What is the loss?”
Agung sighed deeply, “150 million rupiah.”
“Price APV?”
“It certainly isn't enough, sir. Moreover, we sell in a fast BU state. Dad's savings, Mother's jewelry savings and my savings and motorbike are far from enough. We pawned our land in Garut,” Agung pressed his forehead suddenly felt pain, “After we paid it, Mrs Hilman stopped terrorizing Adisti through her phone.”
“Chatnya still saved?”
“Still Sir.”
“Can I borrow Adisti's phone?”
“No I brought Sir. Is at home,” Great staring wonder, “Sorry, make what, sir?”
“We take again family treasure A Agung.”
Agung stared into Bramasta's eyes.