CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 33 – LUNAR ART & GALLERY
Inside the empty elevator, they stood on different sides. Not talking to each other just tekadang lyrics. The elevator stopped on the 3rd floor. Someone was standing in front of the elevator door, hesitatingly about to enter it.
“Pak Boss, Adisti?” Anton looked at the two in surprise.
“Log in, Ton,” says Bramasta.
“Ngak ah Sir. Just later. Fear disturb.”.
“Issh, quarry,” Bramasta had Anton enter using his hands. Adisti chuckles.
“You up or down?”
“Basement, Sir. Go to site.”
“What's my order, Ton?” ask Bramasta.
Anton smiled as he lifted his two thumbs up, “Already evacuated. Now it is being polished and sought for its buffer. Wood or metal?”
“Metal.”
“Golden chrome or silver chrome?”
“Silver chrome.”
Anton nodded his face in understanding.
TING'S. Elevator clanking on ground floor. Bramasta and Adisti are out.
“Introduction yes Ton, Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Yuk Bang Anton.. Assalamu’alaikum.”
In the elevator, Anton contacted Indra via chat.
Anton_Bro, please don't. You are the only one who has the authority to central CCTV_
Indra_Why?_
Anton_So I was horrified by the children at the talk of a scene that happened when the arrival of Mr. Boss. I'm asking for CCTV footage of lobby dong. All CCTV footage of elevator 4 is about 10.30, which has Mr. Bos and Adisti in it.._
Indra_Gila. Make what? Privacy it_
Anton_Mau makes a surprise for Mr. Boss and Adisti all make Mommynya Boss nangis kejer again (emot ngak)_
Indra_(emot ngakak) Crazy you!_
Anton_Bantuin yes_
Indra_OK_'s
Bramasta asked officers to pick up his car while they waited on the terrace of the lobby. Bramasta handed over the files in his car to the officer to take him to his room. At 10:35 they left the B Group building.
Lunar Art & Gallery occupies a 2-story building with modern colonial architecture. The front is circular with a dome roof over it.
“Wow, often through this building but have never stopped by,” Bramasta turned his wheel into the parking lot. Adisti smiled hearing that.
A burst of cold air invaded them upon entering the receptionist. A sweet-faced girl greeted the two of them. A middle-aged woman walked out of the room and greeted kindly.
“Assalamu’alaikum Teteh Geulis.”.
“Wa’alaikumussalam Bu Alin.”
The two embrace each other and kiss the cheek.
“What pain? Uh, his hand yes.” looks concerned at Adisti's arm. Then realize something, “Eh there is Mr. Bramasta Sanjaya. You are..” Bu Alin looked alternately at Adisti and Bramasta.
“So true news circulating in dumay?” ask Ms. Alin.
“Do’a course Bu, so that everything is smooth and blessed,” Bramasta smiled looking at Bu Alin.
“Just wait for the invitation Yes Bu,” said Adisti.
“Then let's meet his buyer in Mom's office,” said Bu Alin.
“I'm not coming yes,” said Bramasta, “So you guys talk more freely. I want to look at the gallery first.”
“Abang is okay by yourself?” ask Adisti.
Bramasta chuckles, “It’s OK_Gak nothing_.”
“Take your time. Enjoy it_Enjoy the time_,” Adisti waving at Bramasta.
Bramasta asked for a catalogue of paintings on display at the reception. He went around looking at the paintings. There are several Adisti paintings on display there. Adisti paints more about the scenery from a unique vantage point. Not naturalists but impressionists.
Adisti does not use brushes on his paintings, he uses palette knives. Traces of his palette knife reinforce the texture and content of his paintings.
“Purple Veil” is displayed in the middle of the room and highlighted spotlight. It says SOLD on a red label placed on the edge of the frame. Adisti played a lot with a black gradation and then gradually purple in the middle, the silhouette of a purple hooded girl who was looking down in the rain. Beautiful but also sad.
[What are you thinking about when you paint this?]
[How can you make someone else feel the sadness that the girl in the painting feels?]
[Actually, how many wounds have you covered?]
[Will I be able to get you to split lara? Let me treat your wounds?]
Bramasta monologues in the heart.
Bramasta turned his head when he heard footsteps. There was Disti and Bu Alin as well as a handsome man not far from her. He looked at the man.
“Hai, I'm Alvin Chandra. I bought the painting Miss Adisti,” the man reached out his hand to Bramasta.
“Hai, I am Bramasta Sanjaya, the future husband of Adisti,” Bramasta received a helping hand of Alvin, shaking hands tightly. Suddenly, he felt insecure about the existence of Alvin Chandra.
Adisti looked at Bramasta with raised eyebrows then smiled. His feeling as a woman knows, Bramasta is showing her ownership. Adisti stood beside Bramasta. Stand up close. Close enough to make Bramasta bristling.
“Ah yes,” Alvin said, “Tadi Bu Alin and Miss Adisti have already told me inside.”
[What news?]_ Bramasta.
“Nona Adisti, can I ask for her signature on the back of the canvas?”
Adisti nodded kindly. Ms. Alin handed her the marker she had prepared in her blazer pocket. He takes down Adisti's painting from his backer, Bramasta helps Adisti hold the painting. Adisti put the following signature under his name. Adisti Maharani's.
“Thank you very much Miss Adisti and Mr. Bramasta.”
“If there is nothing else to talk about, we say goodbye first, Ms. Alin and Mr. Alvin. Because today there are several places we have to go,” said Bramasta.
“Oh yes, please Mr. Bramasta, Adis Tea.. Thank you so much for stopping by here,” said Bu Alin.
“We eat first, yes?” bramasta asked as he walked towards the parking lot under the Alamanda tree.
“Abang want to eat what?” ask Adisti.
Bramasta. He stopped and turned his head, “Should've been the brother who went to Disti.”.
“Eh, wrong yes!” Adisti looked into Bramasta's eyes. Staring for a long time as if recording their moment together under the lush flowers of Alamanda hanging above them.
Bramasta was stared at intensely by Adisti. Reply staring. Feeling her heart rate getting faster, blood pressure rising. He felt the sweat falling down his back. Sultry. He cleared his throat, deciding the times that were shrinking the oxygen around them.
“Why worry about Brother to his side anyway?”bramasta asked while opening the car door for Adisti.
“Abang not realising? The position of Brother standing was very cool view. The color of the flowers are yellow and green leaves contrast sharply, the color of the shirt Abang brown is also the color of the eyes Brother. The composition of the color and light is very beautiful.”
“Hah?” Bramasta walked quickly to the door of his car. He scooped his face before opening the car.
[Oh my God, I'm really gini. When deg-degan because the devil passes, how can-can yes I feel in-prank bini candidates themselves. He talks about color composition when the mind is traveling everywhere.].
“Abang Bramasta why?” tanya Adisti after Bramasta sat down, “His face is so red?”
“We're leaving now? The business with Ms. Alin and Mr. Alvin is completely settled, right?” Bramasta in jaim fashion on.
“Udah. Transferred 3 days. It's a birthday present for his wife Mr. Alvin.”
“Eh? Is he married? Alhamdulillah..,” Bramasta breathes a sigh of relief, “Kirain she rivals Abang.”
“Yes for mercy Brother.. The handsome Disti felt insecure_insecure_ so.”
“Would you please_Plis deh_?” Bramasta stared intently at Adisti who was smiling, “Do not lure Brother again.”
“Mancing what?”
“Mancing Brother wants unyel-unyel Disti,” Bramasta chuckles.
Adisti pulls his seatbelt. But then he bowed suddenly while poking and holding his shoulder.
“Why? What's up?!” Bramasta cried out in panic.
“Stitching on shoulder jerked seatbelt.”
“Yes Allah, Disti.. bleed no more? Still closed bandage right?” Bramasta looked at Adisti anxiously, “Sak terribly huh? Want to go to the hospital?”
“Abang nanyanya wholesale.” Adisti grimacing, “Still wear bandages. No need to go to the hospital, just a little nagging.”
“If bleeding again how?”
“Ya redlah.”
“Disti.”
“Ya Brother?”
Bramasta gave Adisti a love finger. Adisti.
“Eh, Disti. Remember not when getting off the elevator in the office, how the trauma Disti did not recur?” Bramasta started the engine of his car, “When the movement of the elevator dropped the sensation like we fell.”
“Eh, yes. Is it because at that time Disti's mind was distracted by the incident in Abang's room?”
“Hah?” [Why should I be reminded of such an embarrassing incident anyway?]_Bramasta.
“Or because there is a Brother, so Disti's subconscious feels safe?” ask Adisti again.
“So, Disti can go up and down stairs or use the elevator if you are with Abang yes.”
“Isssh so sweet but lebay deh.”
“Let's try on the household huh?”
Adisti.
Their lunch was done quickly to settle their affairs in the day. The sun is shining. They rushed into the car. While wearing a seatbelt, the car window was knocked on by someone hard. Bramasta lowered the window. The man who knocked on the windshield bowed his body towards Bramasta. Prasetyo Anggoro's.
“So you'd rather this guy than come back with me?!” Prasetyo stared intently at Adisti, “You don't know who he is right? How's association?”
Prasetyo pointed to the face of Bramasta, “In Singapore, he was reported to be a same-sex enthusiast. You want to marry a hom*, Dis?!”
Small Note:
Impressionism is a school of art or painting that seeks to display strong lighting impressions with an emphasis on the appearance of color rather than on form.