CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 3 - ADISTI’S FREE FALL
A month later.
He accidentally found this place. Riding his creamy Scoopy towards Cihideung Lembang, hoping for refreshing for his tired brain and heart with beautiful assortment of flowers there, but Adisti found nothing. The orange flutter caught his attention to turn.
At first he thought the plains were just narrow plains but it turned out he was wrong. There is a kind of niche protected by rock cliffs that make the plains expand in it. The edge of the plain is surrounded by a ravine with a very extraordinary view below. Cut flower fields in plastic domes, vegetable gardens and some cow sheds. From up here, the people at work seem very small. Deep on the horizon, green clumps form mountains. The more bluish the color, the farther the distance.
Adisti smiled satisfied to be in this place. His first free smile because he found a complete package place for himself. Refreshing place for his tired, healing for his air and escape for the problems that beset him.
Flashback.
“Dek, eat first,” call Mother this morning before Adisti out of the house.
“Iya Bun..”, Adisti descends stairs quickly.
“Your habits, Dek. Get down while running like that. Danger knows,” Mother grunts that are responded with a grin.
“Which brother?” ask Adisti.
“Let's tahu in Gempol.”
“Dad?”
“Called Pak RT, there is filial work he said.”
“Why didn't my brother come? Pity Daddy, it's old.”
“Hush, why Daddy old later Daddy manyun loh. Pity your brother too. Let him rest on Saturday. You're your brother's late, aren't you?”
Adisti.
Adisti washes his old dishes, cleans the table and then cleans the stove.
“Dek, Mommy to the market first yes. Dad wants to be cooked rendang. Assalamu’alaikum.”
Adisti nodded, “Wa’alaikumussalam”.
The quiet house only heard the hum of the refrigerator. Adisti feels saturated. Today should be the D Day. Adisti shook his head hard to remember the events of a month ago. He needs an impingement. All the feelings in his heart and mind. Wrestling for all his fatigue.
Adisti changed clothes quickly. Put his things in a backpack. Then snatched the key of the motor.
“Sorry, everyone. Adek go for a minute. Adek needs time to be alone first. God will come home later. Assalamu’alaikum,” Adisti wrote the message and then attached to the refrigerator door using a magnetic pin.
Flashback.
Rushing he parked his motorbike under the shadow of a cliff to avoid the sun at ten in the morning. Opening the trunk of his motorbike, taking out a folding mat for his seat. Backpacks with a large E-letter metal emblem, a famous local trademark brand reddish-brown he immediately unload the contents. Sketch book, charcoal pencil, water bottle, some small container, brush box, palette and watercolor tube.
Immediately prepare the color of the sky as the main background. Her crew formed a beautiful formation this afternoon. Adisti sponge pulses use for sky blue gradation. Then let it dry and continued with the sponge again to reinforce the color so that the color does not look too transparent. While waiting for it to dry, he prepared a white paint tube, scratched it on the palette then moistened the brush slightly. The tip of his brush was slightly bent on the white color, his hands began to move smoothly forming clouds.
Waiting for his drawing paper to dry, he lay staring at the sky. The net captures the view of a large blue bowl upside down up there with some white patches like cotton shreds. The blue color is amazing when his heart is broken. Adisti only painted when his heart was broken.
His arms were raised, the tip of his index moved following the shape of the clouds, as if he were painting them.
“Alhamdulillah bright,” murmured Adisti while putting his arm over his forehead.
Adisti tried to hold back his tightness. Pressing his chest while beristighfar and regulating the breath that feels heavy. Feeling increasingly crowded, Adisti got up and walked to the edge of the plain.
Look at the scenery below it and the green clusters that border the horizon. Then scream like crazy,
“TIYO! I hate you..! You are a big bullsh***!”
His hands were tightly clenched.
Crying out? No. gabe. There were enough tears for Tiyo.
Andisti was relieved. Plongs.
Prasetyo which should mean a loyal man can not be loyal.
Tiyo is the past_Tiyo is the past_. Let him be with his net.
******? A word that Adisti never used during his life because it was too harsh. But Adisti doesn't care. The woman's behavior is indeed the behavior of an ******.
Tiyo is rubbish. Trash is always with flies, a fitting analogy for Tiyo and her net. And garbage must be thrown away so that no flies spread germs.
“Shopper 1 and ***** 2, spouse *****,” Adisti smiles satisfied with the naming he made.
Sit while hugging his knees on the edge. Adisti breathed a sigh of relief. His mind is full of positive thoughts. His eyes looked at the small, thick-leaved tree in the rock cracks down there. Natural bonsai. Its roots hugged the boulder like it struggled to stay attached to the rock to stay alive. What an incredible struggle. He wanted the bonsai, for his father who always encouraged him when trouble struck.
Adisti measured the distance and examined the edges. Look for a foothold to grab the bonsai. Not too far away and not too difficult. There are several stone sculptures formed naturally by the wind and several stone protrusions that can be used for footing. Adisti sure can.
Fixing his veil, then clearing the soil attached to his skin, he began to descend the edges. Climbing the narrow path of wind carvings on the stone walls while his hands go along the edge as a handle.
Step by step, his steps were getting closer to the crack of the rock where the bonsai were. His hand was already able to grab the stone where the bonsai root was attached to. One thing he just realized, he did not bring any tools to take the bonsai. Sloppy and reckless.
There was a stone bulge near his left foot. Hurrying his feet up. Just put his body weight on the footing of the stone, suddenly.KRAGGKH! The protruding stone was broken, regardless of the wall.
Andisti's body staggered to the side. Hurrying his hands grabbing anything to hold on. There were only shrubs and weeds where it might be strong to hold his body.
Adisti gasps, “Yes Allah!”
His body slid against the stone wall. His head and knees were stung by stone protrusions. The bushes and trees are covered by their body weight. His arms and cheeks were slashed. I think time is slow. Slide in slow motion. He could see clearly with his eyes squashed, anything that had hit his body. How the shape of the leaf that splashed his body. How does the color combination of stone walls through it.
It felt as if his body was sliding down in time. Eventually, his body stopped sliding. A large branch that grew out of nowhere held his body.
The pain hit his left shoulder. Sore and hot. His body was facing towards the sky. Smelled a sweet, iron-smelling scent from his shoulder. Blood had already soaked the front of his shirt. His ears were ringing hard.
Adisti remembered his father and mother. Also great, his brother. If he had ended up here, he would not have had time to apologize to everyone. If this was the last moment of his life, how could his family know of his whereabouts while he had gone secretly from home?
“Dad, Mother, Brother, please forgive Adek. Forgive Adek.”
Supposedly, today was his happy day. If all goes according to plan, she should have been Tiyo's wife this morning. He should be on the sidelines right now shaking hands with the invited guests and calling taulan. She should be right now she is. AKHH!
Adisti. The wound on his shoulder was in excruciating pain. The sun is shining. He should have felt glare by the light. But his sight was blur. From grey and then darkened. The light seemed to be sucked by the darkness. Darkness surrounds.