CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 246 – VIDEO CALL ADISTI
Laughter rang out from the meeting room at Shadow Team headquarters in the AMANSecure Corp building, one of Sanjaya Group's subsidiaries.
Agung just told me about Adinda who called them like members of the Power Rangers.
“Gue has already declared itself a Green Ranger, Great” giggled amusedly.
“Gue Ranger Blue yes,” Indra brandishing his finger.
“Gue Ranger Silver,” says Bramasta.
“Can't. Where there is a Silver Ranger, the Great” shakes.
“Ranger Chocolate?” Bramasta bids again.
Agung shook his head again while clasping his hand.
“Not existing.”
“Yes already, Black Ranger,” Bramasta smiled widely as he grabbed the black marker before him.
“Gue Ranger Red,” Hans smiles satisfied. She got her favorite color.
“Ranger Oren no Bro?” Anton took off the headset he was wearing.
“Nope. There's Yellow, Ton.” Grandi smiled widely.
“It’S OK. Yellow is okay. Still brother with orange.” Anton chuckles again.
“Bang Leon what dong?” Indra looked at Agung.
“Because the person is also not here, then he can not choose the color. Ranger Cyan.”
“Include? Ranger Cyan?” Bramasta sounds very sad.
“There. The Power Rangers bule version. If the Japanese version, the remaining color is only pink. Want to give pink to Bang Leon?”
“Eric will be raging if you see his bokap using pink.” Bramasta.
“We are talking about what the hell again? Any color ributin real kayak want cosplay Power Rangers aja.." Indra chuckles.
“Why not?” Hans chuckles now, “Baby Andra next month a year. We wear Power Ranger costumes only how?”
Everyone suddenly laughed.
“Sih!”
The Sawai Bramasta rings. The screen says Buk Wife with emot love. Video call call call.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” greetings Bramasta.
No voice Adisti answered. The screen of the device displays a narrow terrace of the house inside the alley. The terrace is only 1 meter wide less. Inside his cramped living room, there were two men in uniform sitting on a simple carpet and a haggard-faced mother with her eyes covered in two children who were in their elementary school and Junior High School years.
Bramasta stared in wonder at his salary. He called his wife's name several times but there was no response. Grand looks worried.
Gawai Hans. Incoming call.
“Assalamu’alaikum. You're in charge of escorting Miss Adisti, right? What's the matter exactly?” hans' voice sounded demanding. Pause a little long.
“OK. Thanks yeah. Careful. Take good care of it. Immediately notify if there is anything.” Hans ended his call.
“Bram, connect to the monitor screen. Ton, directly record yes.”
“This I've recorded since the call came in, Hans,” Bramasta gave his salary to Anton. Hans gave his thumb.
Anton swiftly connected the connector with a data cable that connected the device with the projector screen. Audio and visuals from Adisti phones are well received.
The bloated uniformed man pulls out a yellow stofmap to the mother, the widow of an ojek driver.
“We express deep sorrow at the passing of Mr. Anas. As a form of grief, we give money to Mother, please be accepted and used as well as possible. In addition, we also provide basic food assistance that will be taken down from the car by my men. Sembako help for the next three months from us.”
The man in the other uniform held up the brown envelope in his hand with a smile.
The distended-bellied man glanced at his friend. He looked at Widow Pak Anas with a smile.
“But before that, please sign the agreement letter first not to make lawsuits to us.”
He's thrusting a yellow stofmap at Mr. Anas' widow. The mother received the stofmap with trembling hands. He opened it slowly.
“I have to sign this before receiving mourning money?” Anas' mother stared fixedly at the face of the uniformed man before her, “You need a receipt for the funeral?”
The bloated man nodded, his “SOP is like that, Mom.
Mother Anas snorted then smiled obliquely.
“You still need a receipt from a family that is grieving the loss? I though a small and stupid person, a new age knows have to give a signature as a receipt of grief.”
“This is our SOP Bu.” The bloated man repeated his sentence.
The other guy patted a Man's elbow. He told her to stop talking.
“Mother.. ma’af my colleague. The signature we ask from Mother is not for the receipt of condolence or basic assistance that we will provide.”
Mother Anas' eldest son took a yellow stofmap from her mother's hand. He took the paper in it and quickly read the key points in it.
“... asked the family of the late Anas Abadi not to speak in front of any press media regarding the death of the deceased,” the teenage boy looked at the two men in uniform before him.
“... ask the family of the late Anas Abadi not to sue our agency regarding the incident that caused the death of the deceased,” the boy squinted his eyes.
“Already Mom, no need to sign,” the boy took the stofmap and then returned the paper back into it.
He thrust the stofmap at the distended man.
“I, Nazrul Abadi bin Anas Abadi, the first son of the late Anas Abadi, representing the family of the deceased, request with great care to bring back the money of sorrow and sembako that the Fathers had intended. Our family is still in mourning and loss. My father was buried last night. Please don't make our mother even sadder.”
“Nisa don't want your money. Nisa doesn't want to shoot you. Nisa just wants you still there and healthy. Nisa needs a father. Can you take me to this house again?” the girl in a faded blue hood looked at the men in uniform with her clear eyes.
Mother Anas stroked the head of her daughter, “Nis, who was sincere yes. This is God's word. It's been my destiny to leave before us.”
Ms. Anas looked at the two men in uniform, “If there is no longer any need, please leave us, sir. We are still very sad and lost.”
“But Bu...”
“I think my eldest son's speech is clear to understand Dear Fathers.”
“Mother kicked us out?!” The man sitting next to a distended stomach straightened his seat.
The image on the projector screen is swaying. His point of view changed. The camera is now higher than the previous position.
“Assalamu’alaikum.. Ma’af with the family of the late Anas Abadi?”
Anas' mother stood looking at Adisti. Same with his two children.
“Kak Adisti yes? His famous Bramasta Adistinya?” the daughter of the owner of clear eyes looked at Adisti with admiration.
“Oh.iya. Adisti the one.” Anas' mother looked surprised.
Adisti salutes Ms. Anas. Mother Anas' two sons crucified Adisti. The camera perspective changed again. This time it highlights the living room from the inside towards the outside.
The narrowness of the room made the men in uniform pressed in the corner. While outdoors, it was filled with neighbors and colleagues of the deceased who were still wearing ojek jackets online.
The Eldest approached the men in uniform.
“Please, Gentlemen. As I and Mom said,” her palm is directed towards the door, “Please be aware. Our house is narrow, so when like this receive guests should take turns.”
“But this is a lot of money Deck,” The Stomach Distended is still trying to talk to the brave Firstborn.
“Please bring it back. If you want to do it unconditionally, especially this is related to grief money. Please Mr-Bapak leave our place.”
“Ma’af, what is this?” adisti's voice is heard.
The potbellied man looked stammered. The other man whispered in his ear.
“We excuse us. Good afternoon. Assalamu’alaikum.”
Both left the place accompanied by cheers “huuu” from the colleagues and neighbors of the deceased.
Adisti approaches the Firstborn. He patted her shoulder.
“You Nazrul? I am sure, Mr. Anas must be proud to have a son who can take care of his mother and sister. You're terrific. You are brave and know what to do.”
Adisti turned off her video call to her husband.
“Astaghfirullah. in addition to minimal empathy turned out to be minimal adab also yes.” Great shakes in disbelief.
“Wow there is a live broadcast about the incident at the funeral home.” Anton connecting to the projector screen, “Comments exclaim.”
Hans's wire is ringing. Reading his name, Hans instantly received his call and activated the loudspeaker button.
“Assalamu’alaikum Mr. Raditya.”
“Wa’alaikumussalam Tuan Hans. See medsos now?”
“About live broadcast at funeral home?”
“Yes. What is Miss Adisti doing there?”
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