CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 49 – +62’s SWEETHEART
Therapy complete. They left the room after thanking the officers. The nurse drove them to the lobby. The lobby does not look too crowded because it is conditioned like that so that security is easier.
As Bramasta and Adisti entered the lobby, people were whispering while staring at them. Some called and waved their hands. Some have perpetuated the presence of Bramasta and Adisti in the lobby.
Adisti and Bramasta smiled and waved at the people who called out to him.
“Bang Bram, fortunately we wear clothes matching yes. Though we do not make a deal,” Adisti said slowly while looking at the blue-white plaid skirt she wore and the plain light blue veil that was the same color as the city-box shirt of Bramasta.
“The name is also a mate,” Bramasta bent his body took a card on a bouquet of flowers. Read it and show it to Adisti.
HEALED QUICKLY, ADISTI. WE LOVE YOU!
Bramasta bowed again, taking the card from the other bouquet.
BRAMASTA AND ADISTI, YOU ARE ROCK.
Adisti knelt down to read the cards on the bouquet of flowers placed on the floor. Eyes glazed. Not expecting the support he gets from people he doesn't even know or know. Unbelievable sympathy and empathy for actions he never even thought of before.
Bramasta turned his head when he heard Isak lirih Adisti.
“Why?” he squatted next to Adisti. Not too close and trying hard not to touch Adisti, “Disti?”
Adisti did not answer. Wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Face bowed.
Bramasta stood up and walked towards the snack counter. Buy tissue and apple juice in a box. Get back near Adisti. Kneeling beside Adisti who was still kneeling and crying. Bramasta opened his fist. Hand over a sheet to Adisti.
“Thanks Bang Bramasta.”
“Iya.don't cry anymore, please. Brother so follow mellow nih.”
“They don't know Disti. Disti doesn't know them either. But how could they provide such overwhelming sympathy and empathy support? Disti moved, Bang.”
Bramasta nodded, “May Allah repay their kindness.”
“Aamiin.”
“Nih, thirsty huh? Usually out of thirsty crying, right?”
“Kok Brother Bramasta know anyway? Pas really Disti again want cold apple juice.”
Bramasta smiles widely, “Truly, it feels like unyel-unyel cheeks Disti.”
Adisti holding his cheek “Gak can.”
“Night Monday okay, yes?”
Adisti looked at Bramasta and then grimaced with his shoulder, “Ih Abang ih...”
“What? Why?” Bramasta helps Adisti to stand by holding his elbow because his left hand is still held, “Kanda as well.”
Nurses who ushered in watching their interactions with a smile, “Nona, on the terrace there is a special bouquet for Miss.”
Bramasta invites Adisti to walk to the terrace. People waved their hands while calling out their names. Adisti waved back with a shy smile. Bramasta occasionally waved back with a small smile.
Adisti closed his gawking mouth when he saw the wreath of the board on the terrace lobby. Read the encouraging sentences of the flower senders who know who makes his heart warm. His eyes were glazed again. Wreaths from Taekwondo Indonesia and Karate Indonesia make Adisti cry gurgled while covering his face. Bramasta felt wrong.
Bramasta approached the nurse who was guiding them.
“Mbak, sorry I could ask for help?”
The nurse nodded.
“Please hug Adisti. He needs a hug to calm down. I can't hug him yet. Not mahrom. Not yet halal,” Bramasta cupped both of his palms in front of his chest.
The nurse looked surprised and looked respectfully at Bramasta, “Good, Mr.”
The nurse approached Adisti, extending her hand to hug. Adisti welcomed his embrace. Crying in the nurse's arms. The nurse patted Adisti on the back.
“But I am nobody, Ma'am,” Adsiti said in between her tears, “But their great attention really touched.”
“Nona brave girl. Miss strong girl. Miss became the inspiration of young girls to be brave and strong girls.”
Bramasta observed the two of them with his hands in his pants pocket. She was relieved that Adisti had calmed down and stopped crying. He handed over the tissue to Adisti.
“Don't disappoint Disti's new fans. Stay like this, being a good role model for young girls, ukhwatun hasanah,” Bramasta looked at Adisti's eyes for a while then shifted his gaze. Lips smile.
Adisti. He looked at Bramasta's shoulder. Then smile. They stepped in. Greeting people with gratitude and waving at them with a smile. A bodyguard approached Bramasta, whispering something to him. Bramasta nodded his head.
“Ayo hurry. We have to prepare for the press conference.”
Adisti.
Inside the Bride Room, there are only Daddy, Mommy, Hans, Indra and Agung. The others have gone home. Hans, Indra and Agung were busy with their laptops checking and doing their work. Daddy and Mommy seemed to be casually chatting.
“Assalamu’alaikum, “ Bramasta and Adisti enter the room.
Everyone answered the greetings. Bramasta and Adisti approach Daddy and Mommy for a salim.
“How's Bang? Tighten her screams?” tanya Agung teases.
“It seems to be able to defeat the shrill voice of Celine Dion.”
Agung and Indra chuckled. Adisti.
“Teroooooos projects. Gaskeun's. Continue..” Adisti up his bed.
“Dih lash..” said Bramasta approached Adisti.
“You what?” ask Adisti.
“Sorry.. Don't sulk.. Later Abang buyin apple juice which is 1 liter.”
“Totally?”
“Insyaa Allah. Yes, yes.”
“Iya.”
“Iya.”
“Smiling dong don't manyun mulu.”
“But let manyun stay beautiful right?”
“Iya anyway.”
Agung and Indra exchanged looks.
“What are you doing?” ask the Great
“Negotiation,” Bramasta and Adisti answer together.
“What negotiation? Apple juice 1 liter to not crave again?” Indra scoffs.
Bramasta and Adisti looked at each other and chuckled together.
Agung and Indra exchanged glances again with faces clueless.
Mommy chuckles at them. “You guys,” pointed at Agung and Indra, “Got going to understand. Won't understand.”
Then point to Bramasta and Adisti, “And you guys, the bath hunt. Your clothes have Mommy ready.”
Adisti came out of the bathroom wearing clothes that had been prepared by Mommy. His dirty clothes are neatly folded in a dirty clothes bag that will be taken home Agung.
Mommy accompanies Adisti on her bed covered by her curtains.
“Quite size her shirt?” asked Mommy then looked satisfied at Adisti who was wearing the clothes he prepared.
“Still a lot huh Mom.” Adisti hugged Mommy.
“Mom,” call Adisti.
“Hmmm?”
“Semenjak Disti fell, Disti has not shampooed. Because of the suture wound that has not dried. Plus the events of yesterday that even became increasingly stitches. How's dong? Want to be a smelly hair bride? Shame..”
Mommy smiled. Clapping the seat back asks Adisti to sit in that chair, “Still hurt not his scalp?”
“It's not so sick. But not dare to wear snails. The stitches are depressed.”
Mommy helps dry Adisti's hair with the hair dryer she carries.
“Iya hell..smell,” Mommy said while chuckling.
“Dih Mommy..” Adisti is embarrassed, “Edit now yes, for a while.”
“Disti sure?”
“Also the shape of Disti hair is not because. Plash of his pits shaved medics to sew his scalp.”
“Iya.. Mommy scissors while you are. Tomorrow we call the hair dresser to tidy it up again.”
Adisti. He opened the drawer and handed over the medical scissors he had borrowed the other day when the nurse carrying the medicine came.
Mommy ties it together in a loose ponytail. Then carefully begin to cut Adisti's hair on top of the rubber ties. The ponytail is in Mommy's hand. Adisti's short hair is lined with asymmetrical bob models.
“Duh.. Disti is still cute with her emergency cut hair like this,” Mommy praised.
“Mommy, thanks a lot,” Adisti hugged Mommy then kissed her cheeks. Mommy chuckles.
“So remember Layla's childhood first.” Adisti and Mommy chuckle.
Adisti took a small bag with a picture of an oyen cat. Cleanse his face and then put on moisturizer. Wearing eyebrows, BB cream. Dyed his eyes a little with eyeshadow. Put the powder sprinkle with a large brush. Then wear a blush on thin orange pink color. Tidy up the powder again with a large brush. Meanwhile, Mommy put baby powder on Adisti's scalp to absorb the oil.
“Disti very fast makeup,” said Mommy, “But the results are neat and not excessive.”
Adisti just laughed.
“What's new?” exciting Indra from sofa U, “+62’s Sweetheart?”
“What's Ndra?” Mommy flicked the curtain, “What?”
“Trending video this afternoon, about Adisti and Bramasta in the lobby. Disti was to lobby?” ask Indra.
“Iya.. asked to the lobby to see the flowers given by the people,” Adisti replied approaching.
Indra turned her head, “Masyaa Allah.. her beauty..”.
Bramasta came out of the bathroom, hearing Indra's praise, “Woiiy. Can't be seen for long.”
“Issssshh.”
“Positive right comment?” ask Mommy.
“Mostly_mostly_ positive,” replied Indra, “Widiiih equated with the British royal family all.”
“Who?” ask Bramasta.
“Adisti doang likened to Lady Diana and Kate Middleton,” Indra staring Bramasta, “Sorry, you are not considered like Prince Charles or Prince William.”
“Alhamdulillah. Although Prince Charles is already king now,” said Bramasta confidently.
Mommy raised her 2 thumbs towards Bramasta. Hans and Agung chuckled.
“But netizens are asking, how is the road far away anyway? when Adisti cried instead of being hugged Bramasta even hugged by a nurse?” Indra read the comments on the video.
“Isssh rich time is just asked anyway?” Bramasta sits next to Indra, “Mom, so later the press conference how is it?”
“Later Bram and Disti spoke directly accompanied by Indra and Agung. Last time Mommy talked to Indra and Agung,” Mommy saw her dress, “Mommy and Daddy are watching you from the boardroom next to the meeting room. Hans will accompany and help you.”
“Keep later Disti have to say what?” ask Adisti to all of them.