CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 88 – ADISTI’S WANT
Before Maghrib, Mommy's car had arrived in front of the house. Drivers help bring in blank canvases following Adisti painting equipment.
Bramasta told them they'd stop by Daddy's office. Mother equip them with a lot of flour tempe that has been fried by Adisti.
“Please wait for maghrib to be here, Bang?”
“Ngak. Prayer brother in mushola office only.”
Adisti.
They arrived at Sanjaya Group during the Maghrib Adhan. The building has begun to be empty because it is past the hours of returning from the office except for overtime employees.
“Disti want to wait in the room Sister-in-law or in the room Daddy? Brother wants to pray first,” they walk while holding hands.
“Disti come to mushola or all you want to pray too.”
“Eh, have you prayed now?”
“Udah from Dhuhur earlier.”
“Kok Brother don't know?”
“It is a very special thing to mantengin his phone. Until the wife again prayed next to him is not visible.”
“Times anyway?”
Then Bramasta stopped his steps while pulling Adisti closer towards him. Smile broadly while fixing the pashmina Adisti.
“Means later tonight. can dong.”.
“Can what? Very gaje.”
“Truly do not know or pretend not to know anyway?”
“Gaje ih.”
“Ya.. How about aja deh,” Bramasta tightly grasps Adisti's hand to go to the mosque on the 3rd floor, “Disti bring mukena?”
“Bring dong.”
Bramasta kissed the back of his wife's hand in front of the mushola because the place of male and female ablution is different directions.
“Be careful yes. Later when it is finished first, wait for Brother in front of the mushola yes.”
Adisti nodded, “Abang also be careful.”
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Sanjaya Group Meeting Room
“Have Maghrib prayers all right? Means already cooling down,” Indra initiated the meeting room conversation.
“Where's daddy?” ask Bramasta.
“Waiting Mr. Armand in his room,” Hans replied while typing on his laptop.
The projector featured Rita Gunaldi's face in a black, short-sleeved top with a fuschia-influenced short skirt in front of The Ritz. His haughty and dismissive face of the reporters was clearly visible in the camera spotlight.
Even when he drove the reporters out of the building area to make a journalist fall, it made everyone become fed up with his arrogance.
“It looks like the TV reporter deliberately did not edit the video footage they got on The Ritz,” Indra commented on the video.
“Solidarity colleagues seprofesi,” says Hans.
“Assalamu’alaikum,” Daddy went into the meeting room followed by Mr. Armand.
Daddy's eyes glanced at Rita Gunaldi's impressions. Stare growled. Especially when Rita says she is wrong.
“Mulung mantu?? Since when ngunduh mantu is called mulung mantu. How brazen the woman was,” Daddy threw his back on the back of the chair, “He thinks who is he? Until it humbles us like that!”
“Not he who was scavenged from the black valley by a rich boss to be made his wife before he was married by Ferdi Gunaldi?” Indra added.
“Lu know, Bang?” ask Great.
Indra nodded, “Gue read from the report of his men Hans.”
“Gue can't accept my wife being insulted like that in media.”
“Media sides with us, Mr. Boss,” Anton said.
“Iya I understand, women ****** it really should be taught a lesson. His grudge should have been to Mr Hilman's ex-wife instead of my wife. Who does not want to pay for the clothes that have been ordered is Mrs Hilman. Adisti never ordered those clothes.”
“Hans, contact Leon. Urge brand owners to move immediately!” Daddy said impassively.
“Bang Leon is currently on board, Sir,” said Hans, “I will contact Bang Leon soon for consolidation with the trademark owners.
“Kakak Inpar, Adisti does not know about this all right?” ask Bramasta.
The one who was asked did not answer. His eyes were fixed towards the entrance. The door is slightly open. There was a little Adisti's face in the doorway.
“It...” Agung paused for a moment, “It looks like Adek already knows it.”
Everyone looks at the Great. Then together they looked at the entrance that was not completely closed.
Adisti pushed the door slowly. His hand held a box containing his homemade flour tempeh.
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
Everyone answered the greetings.
“How long has Disti been standing there?” ask Hans.
Disti let out her grin.
“Since Daddy and Mr. Armand entered,” Adisti looked at Daddy with a view asking ma’af, “Ma’af does not mean Disti eavesdropping on your conversation. But I actually meant to hand over this box. Snacks for this evening meeting. You guys are hungry, right?”
Everybody nodded.
“Yes already, this is eaten yes. Disti Aided by Brother. Actually the hell because Mother punished because Brother nyabutin almost all plants kucaynya Mother.”
Adisti opened the box. Put it on the table. All eyes were on the box. Curious.
“Iyyyeessh! Still warm,” Indra and Hans instantly took the contents of the box as they were closest to the Adisti box.
The box shifted, Agung and Anton took out the contents of the box.
“Hmmmm”, Indra raised her thumb.
“Disti, thanks yes. So yummy. Suer,” Hans nodded his head.
The box shifted again, Bramasta missed the box because he had eaten a lot at Mother's Father's house. Mr. Armand and Daddy took the contents of the box.
“Tempe fried flour,” muttered Anton.
“Bang Bram, how was the story until you two were punished by Mother?” ask Great.
Bramasta did not answer just silently staring at Adisti with an anxious look. Adisti stared back at her husband and gave her a whine again.
“Abang Bramasta can not be different which is grass and which one is kucay.”
Daddy chokes. Bramasta is dumping mineral water on Daddy. Others laughed at Adisti's reply.
“Bram, shy away,” said Daddy.
“Unfortunately Daddy knows what a kucay plant looks like?” Bramasta Reply.
“That's it.. looks like a small scallion but flattened right?” Daddy replied with a smug face.
“Kok Daddy knows anyway?”
“Yes yes..”
“All have tasted? Now Disti wants to talk yes, while you finish the food.”
“Dek?” Grand looked in wonder at his sister.
“Udah, Brother just listen to what Adek will talk about.”
Disti.
“Previous Disti would like to thank Daddy, Disti's Husband, the Brothers and Mr. Armand who were here to discuss Rita's insults to Adisti and also to Daddy,” Adisti looks at everything with a smile, “But according to Disti, do not be too responded to what Rita said. I mean Adisti, just let him babble a lot because his class is like that."
"His speech and actions were pensive, making a short ripple on the surface of the pool then silent again, the pool became calm again,” Adisti nodded.
“Because the more we respond to him the bigger the head. He got a stage to perform. She is typical of women who like the attention of the crowd, just pay attention to her clothes and makeup,” Adisti shrugged both shoulders.
“Why? Because it seems like her childhood was so bad. Less compassion. Or growing up in such a bad environment. Disti doesn't know that. Maybe all of you here know better, especially Bang Hans who has great men,” Adisti gave his two thumbs up to Hans.
“It is only fitting that Bang Hans has great men. As the oldest of the brothers sitting here, this time Adisti gave his grin to Hans.
Hans raises both eyebrows, “Start again. I got it again.”
“Wow, Hans, the coldest person in Sanjaya Group, roasted by Adisti. His wife Bramasta is really amazing huh,” Mr. Armand chuckles.
Everyone chuckles.
“So, just let Rita with all her arrogance appear for a moment in the media. The more he raved, the more the public became aware of who he really was. The person with emotions like Rita, the more she exploded, the more visible her true face became. The mask she wears is degenerate or even detached altogether.”
“Do not worry, journalists in this case the media are on our side as Bang Anton said earlier,” Adisti looked at Anton with a smile, he said, “Netizen on social media also supports us although there must also be haters but the number is a little.”
Adisti looked at everything again.
“So, allow Disti, tomorrow at the inauguration of The Cliff, given the opportunity to speak to the reporters. A woman like Rita, not her class Mr. Alwin Sanjaya to deal with. Not Bramasta Reynard Sanjaya. Not going to be comparable,” Adisti moved his palm then looked at Daddy and then his eyes turned to look long in the eyes of her husband.
Every eye looked attentively at Adisti.
“Your names are too big for a woman of her class. The public will certainly assume you are too baper in dealing with Rita. Like a word, facing a mosquito bully by using a cannon. We will not use mosquito rackets or mosquito sprays to deal with mosquitoes like Rita who is too eye-catching to be a mosquito. Simply using one hand only can also be kok,” Adisti smiles widely.
“This is my battle. Battle woman. I’ll show her about manner and attitude. It seems nobody teach her about akhlaqul karimah ever_This is my fight. The fight between women. I'll show her about manners and behavior. Seems like no one ever taught her good manners_,” Adisti smiled while bowing her body, “Please, trust me_Trust me_”
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This serious edition.
Not allowed, Disti?