CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 40 – ANGGORO PUTRO

08.45 Mr. Alwin's Black Pajero has entered the parking lot outside the Anggoro Group building. Hans sat in the front, Mr. Alwin and Armand sat in the back. Hans' eyes closely watched the main gate.

His hand rested on the edge of the tightly closed window while biting into his index knuckle. Mr. Alwin is reading a print chat message sent by Mrs Hilman to Adisti. His face looked furious and angry.

6 Minutes wait, the Black Jaguar sedan enters the main gate directly towards the drop off terrace lobby.

“Here we go_This is it_,” muttered Hans, “Street, Sir.”

Armand tidied the files into his briefcase as soon as the car entered the gate.

Hilman Anggoro got out of his car. His briefcase was apparently carried by officers who greeted him. His steps up the stairs to the lobby stopped as soon as he saw from the tail of his eyes, a black car entered the drop off terrace lobby area. He turned his body. Then walk down the stairs again to the terrace lobby once know who got off the black SUV.

“Alwin Sanjaya?” asked Mr. Hilman while extending his hand.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Hilman,”why Mr. Alwin while receiving Mr. Hilman's helping hand.

“Wa’alaikumussalam,” replied Mr Hilman, “Long time no see_A long time no see_, what's the matter this morning have visited me?”

“Ma’af visited you this early in the morning. But there is a very urgent thing that I can not delay anymore,” Mr. Alwin's face looks serious when saying his sentence.

Mr. Hilman nodded. He knew what the word urgent meant to people like them. Urgent means something urgent and sensitive.

“Come, we go straight to my room,” said Mr. Hilman leading the way to the elevator.

Mr. Alwin and his entourage followed Mr. Hilman. They entered the empty elevator. Special elevators for executives that can not be boarded by just any officer.

“I brought my secretary, Hans and our company lawyer, Mr. Armand.”

Hearing the lawyer's words, Mr. Hilman's forehead wrinkled. He looked at Lord Armand who extended his hand to him. Judging by his face and appearance, then Mr. Hilman welcomed Mr. Armand's hand. Mr. Alwin tightened his jaws looking at the scene in front of him.

TING'S. Elevator clinks, door opens on 7th floor. Mr. Hilman is again leading the way. A corridor with a cyan blue base carpet with navy blue motifs dampened their steps. An attractive-faced and modestly dressed female secretary bowed her body towards them.

“Good morning, Gentlemen,” said. His eyes were questionably staring at the group disappearing behind the double door made of thick wood before him.

Immediately check the agenda book of Mr. Hilman's activities today. He sure didn't miss anything in putting together a schedule. Right, there's no guest schedule this morning, not even this early. This was an unplanned meeting before. He recognized two of them, Mr. Alwin Sanjaya and Hans, the secretary and right-hand man of Mr. Sanjaya who had once refused a dinner invitation from him, because Hans did not want to hurt his wife, he said.

Mr. Hilman allowed everyone to sit on the sofa. He went to his desk, put his briefcase there and went back to the couch.

“What exactly is it, Mr Alwin?”

“Hans?” Mr. Alwin moved his head to Hans. Hans nodded. He thrust the tablet that had been in his hands to Mr. Hilman. Mr. Hilman frowned.

“What is this?” tanyakanya.

“This is CCTV footage at XXX hospital on Monday morning around 09:12,” Hans said.

CCTV footage showed White Alphard stopping at a hospital lobby drop off terrace followed by a Black SUV behind him. Three men dressed in black stellan got out of the SUV and opened the passenger door of the Alphard. A young woman came down from the front door helping someone to get out of the car from the middle bench. It is clear that Mrs Alwin is seen on camera, next to him a young girl with a hooded sling on her left hand is engrossed in conversation. A woman beside the girl also spoke. The first woman was at the very front, while the two women flanked the injured young girl on her hand. The four of them laughed.

The three men who were in the Black SUV walked behind the women. When suddenly one of them ran to the right kicking the trolley that suddenly glided and another helped stop the trolley.

Then the man behind and the woman standing at the front made body movements protecting the women and girls in the middle. Then the hospital's security ran around guarding them, forming barricades escorting all three into the lobby.

“Then what do you mean? What does this have to do with me?” ask Mr. Hilman.

“Father does not recognize young girls and women next to him?” ask Hans.

Mr. Hilman replayed the tape. His head is attached to the tablet screen. He did not manage to recognize the girl with a hand injury because many times the girl's hand seemed to fix the location of her veil. But he recognized the woman beside the girl.

“Mother Gumilar?” mr. Hilman's voice sounded unconvinced. His neck feels cold.

Mr. Alwin nodded.

“The girl is Adisti and the woman next to her is his mother, Ibu Gumilar.”

“Adisti, our future daughter-in-law and Ms. Gumilar are our besan candidates.”

“Hmmh,” Mr. Hilman smiles obliquely, “Bekas Prasetyo.”

“Bekas??” Mr. Alwin squeezed his hand furiously. Mr. Armand touched Mr. Alwin's elbow to ask him to hold back.

“Yes. Former fiancee Prasetyo, my son,” said Mr. Hilman, “The engagement was cancelled ahead of his month-long wedding. Cancelled because we felt he was unfit for our son. Seedlings, bebet and its weight are not comparable to our family.”

Mr. Alwin and Hans chuckled.

“Do not twist the facts, Mr. Hilman. We know what really happened.”

“That girl is babbling anything on you guys? Do not be fooled by the sweet face and speech he said. Bramasta youth are kind and tend to be innocent towards women. Her wealth could be depleted highlighted by her and her family.”

“Indeed, as long as Adisti becomes Prasetyo's fiance, he asks to buy anything?”

Mr. Hilman was silent. His eyes move nervously.”Ng. that, many requests. Starting from women's goods, gadgets, motors..”.

“Sekelas Prasetyo, the main heir of Anggoro Putro asked for women's goods, gadgets and motorcycles immediately felt lost a lot of money? Even the hadphones owned by Adisti cost under 2.5 million. Prasetyo's fiancee was given a gadget for our lunch? The motor scoopy cost 15-20 millions, come on_ayolah_... Prasetyo can only buy his fiance a motor? Second condition anyway. Why not all cars so that his fiancee is comfortable, not rained, overheated and windy,” Mr. Alwin stared intently at Mr. Hilman.

“We already know everything, Mr. Hilman. No need to twist the facts to protect your family members,” Mr. Alwin smiled flatly, “Adisti bought his own mobile phone and motorbike from his income during his time as an employee at Anggoro Group and the sale of his paintings," Mr. Alwin stared intently at Mr. Hilman. His heart felt pinched by the twisting of facts conducted by Hilman Anggoro.

“Genesis in The Ritz when fitting bridal clothes. Didn't your people snatch the CCTV footage in the room?”

Mr. Hilman stared at the pias.

“We also already know your child's lunge, Prasetyo 2 months before his engagement was canceled. Several times a one-night love adventure with girls introduced your wife as an alternative to your eligible backup wife, your version,” Mr. Alwin added again when he saw Mr. Hilman's mouth agape at his explanation, “Sanjaya hotel chain and B Group still have Prasetyo CCTV footage since entering the lobby, hallway room to door.”

“From the CCTV road also seen your child several times visiting The Ritz during the closing hours of operation. About what was done between your son and Rita Gunaldi until dawn there, Mr. Hilman. Don't forget, Rita Gunaldi is still the legal wife of an entertainment house entrepreneur in Batam, Ferdi Gunaldi,” Mr. Alwin sits leaning on the sofa, observing the change in Mr. Hilman's face.

“SO WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU WANT THIS EARLY??” Mr. Hilman began to be provoked by his emotions.

“Hans.” Hans nodded. He opened the CCTV footage file from outside the ER.

The video shows a food trolley in front of the ER on the edge near a safety handrailing. As White Alphard's car entered the drop off area, a man in all-black clothes, a mask and a black hat approached the trolley. He pretended to look at the traffic scene while occasionally turning his face towards the lobby terrace. As soon as the party from White Alphard started walking towards the lobby, he pushed the trolley with all his might with his feet. It looks like an accidental movement but is done carefully and carefully by calculating the distance between the slope of the ramp and the speed of the trolley rate so that when the target is on the track of the trolley.

“That means, the incident on the terrace of the hospital lobby is engineering. The attack on Mrs Alwin's entourage, Mr. Hilman,” Hans said.

“It's recording half an hour before the event,” Hans open the file on his tablet.

The video shows the man who had been lining his black clothes with the uniform of the catering officer, moving the food trolley to the front of the ER.

“It's recording one hour before the event,” Hans open the file on his tablet again.

CCTV footage outside the building. The shooting angle is wide, ranging from the main gate to enter to the exit gate.

“You recognize the car that came it, Mister?” hans' voice sounded soft yet cold.

“The owner of the black jaguar is not just me right?” Mr. Hilman sounded riled up.

“Talking carefully.”

The man in black clothes and mask and hat approached the Black Jaguar parked in front of the building. The window glass is slightly lowered. Passengers in the back showed the papers, possibly a photo of the man in black. Then the rear passengers lowered the window again to show the sail to the young man. And finally the young man bent his body towards the passengers in the back seat. Car's out of the yard.

“I do not see the correlation of those videos with me,” Mr. Hilman is still confused. Mr. Alwin and Mr. Armand looked at each other.

“Alright, attack we try to zoom in his black Jaguar upon entering the gate. Recognize this car, sir? Ah too bad the police number is blocked by the roof of this white car huh. Ok...we go forward again,” Hans speed up the recording to the scene of the all-black man looking closer his face on the car window when the rear passenger thrust his screen. Zoom in on the hand that holds the device, “This can be sure the hand of a woman of its size. Notice also the nail art that appears on all her nails. Nail art with Szwarowsky Crystal decoration is not a market item and cheap, Mr. Hilman. I have checked the price at several nail art salons to Singapore. Per piece is valued at 3 million rupiah. Here's the nail art.”

Hans presented a photo sheet about nail art following the price and the name of the salon that sold it. Hans also presented an enlarged photo of the woman's hand in the Black Jaguar.

“Now you remember, whose nails are decorated with fancy nail art? Or if you still do not remember it, try to see the name of the owner of the M-Banking,” Mr. Hilman looks increasingly pias, Hans continued, “Liliana Sukma. Isn't that Mr Hilman's wife's name?”