
Mother's gasping voice was heard clearly after hearing her husband's question. A second later, she sobbed beside Andisti's bed while stroking her son's cheek. Agung rushed to his mother to strengthen.
“At the time I arrived at the location, Andisti was kneeling on the brink. Then stand up while cleaning the ground attached to the knee of his pants. Then I saw him coming down the edge of the abyss carefully,” Bramasta said as his right index finger touched his nostrils, a characteristic of a Bramasta when thinking, ”Will anyone commit suicide in a state of turmoil and emotion he cleans the ground attached to his clothes before jumping into the abyss? Is there anyone, a person who intends to commit suicide, walking cautiously over the edge of the abyss, his hands looking for a handle for fear of falling?”
Father looked straight at Bramasta, while Agung listened carefully while patting his mother's back.
“In my opinion, Adisti did not jump into the abyss. He did not commit suicide attempt,” Bramasta said confidently.
“Alhamdulillah.” Father and Mother give thanks.
“So what exactly is Adisti doing on the brink?” ask Great.
“Entahlah. It seems like something caught Andisti's attention on the brink,” Bramasta replied, “Kata Indra, there is a diary Adisti book in his bag. Previously sorry for having to open and read Adisti's diary without permission to find the bright spot cause Adisti fell into the abyss, whether fell or attempted suicide.”
Agung pulled out a book with a thick cover of terracotta color. Both with his father read Adisti's diary.
“If her asthma runs aground, the daughter of the Father of a strong woman, she is not crybaby and does not dissolve long in sadness. So there is no reason to jump into the abyss, so concluded Indra and Anton after reading the diary Andisti.”
“It would be strange if Adisti chose to jump into the abyss given how tough she was, how mature she was when she returned the items on her application and her engagement ring to her former fiance's parents, she said, also all the gift items from his former fiancee during their time together,” Agung said while biting the back of his thumb.
He looked at his father, “Dad, Adek was a sholeha girl, there was no way he decided to do the thing that Allah hated. At first Brother also thought Adek was trying to kill himself, but after remembering that night, Big Brother threw away the thought that Adek was intent on suicide.”
“Pak Bram hasn't read this diary?” ask Great.
“Not yet, Anton will just come earlier after Father and Mother come,” replied Bramasta.
“Oh yes..” said Agung while thrusting the terracotta color diary to Bramasta.
Bramasta accepted the book. Opening it, he was amazed by Adisti's handwriting.
“The writing is neat and beautiful,” forefinger Bramasta browse word for word. The index stops at the lower G. Suddenly the fine feathers in his hand bristled. Also the fur. Moving his neck to remove the crumbs, Bramasta looked back. Staring fixed Adisti who still closed his eyes. Like trying to memorize Andisti's face.
“What's Nak?” asked Grandfather astonished at Bramasta's behavior.
“Ah is not.. just check Adisti who is still unconscious as well,” Bramasta stuttered, “Said the doctor earlier, the condition has not been aware of the possibility of Adisti's psychic burden. At least this helps Adisti's brain to imitate for a moment from the burden of his mind.”
Agung then told about the cancellation of Adisti's marriage to Bramasta. The story that Bramasta got from Indra. When Agung told me, the face of Great Father was like holding back anger and heartache. His hands were tightly clenched.
Bramasta's voice rang.
“Sorry,” he said as he stood up and walked closer to the window.
“Wa’alaikumussalam. Yes, Ndra what's up?” pause.
“Gue is in the room, 5th floor VIP 2. You go up with Anton. Have you all eaten?” pause.
“OK, kids tell us to go home in your car. You guys come home with me. Can't drive home like that. The briefing is via zoom at 8 o'clock. Anton readyin photos site. Please kids check the gate workmanship while on site huh. Be sure to finish this afternoon as well.” pause rather long.
“Yes you've climbed. Assalamu’alaikum,” Bramasta closes his call.
“We have lunch first yes, sir,” Bramasta disperse the reverie of Great Father. He then approached the pantry table and took the menu book on the counter bar table, “Bapak want to eat what? Grandiose? Mammy? Please select the menu.”
“Mother is not hungry, Son. Please just Bramasta Nak who ate,” Great Father shook his head.
“Mom's not hungry either, son. Can a calamity like this boro-boro remember the food, Son,” Bundanya Agung approached Bramasta.
There's an intercom phone on the pantry table. Bramasta pressed the cafeteria button and ordered for the four of them. A moment later I heard a knock on the door. Grand opened the door.
The head of Indra appeared from the outside,
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
The one in the room answered the greeting. Indra came in, followed by Anton.
“Still not yet human?” ask Indra to Agung. Agung.
Indra and Anton took turns greeting Father and Mother and sat on the sofa. Indra's eyes stared at the sketchbook and Andisti's diary lying on the table.
“Sorry, Sir, We didn't find any Adisti phones on site. Probably fell when Adisti fell,” said Indra.
“Handphone?” Dad stared at Agung wonder, “Gung?”
“Adisti does not carry a mobile phone. The phone I held after Adisti cancelled her wedding,” Agung explained.
“Ah, thank goodness there was no phone at the time of the incident,” Anton said.
“I mean, the phone was confiscated? Why?” asked Indra, her curiosity thrashed.
“His former fiance's family does not accept Adisti's decision. They terrorize Adisti with harsh sentences via phone or text. Adisti until the heat pain for a few days,” Agung rubbed his face rough, his eyes glared away.
His explanation makes Bramasta, Indra and Anton increasingly empathize and sympathize with Adisti.
“Not only that,” Agung again spoke, “Family of his former fiancee sued Adisti on defamation charges. The cancellation made by Adisti is considered to have tarnished their good name and image in the business world because of the invitation that has been spread. Also because the money that has been deposited to pay for the wedding cannot be withdrawn entirely, there is a cancellation fee. Adisti was the fourth day of his heat illness. We kept this a secret from her fearing she was getting drop.”
Bramasta cringes, “The error is on her former fiance right?”
Agung nodded, “His family did not want to know and did not care that his son had done wrong. For them the fault is with Adisti who does not want to nrimo and can not hold a chest. The lawsuit was dropped after Father and Mother pleaded on their knees and paid some compensation due to unilateral cancellation from Adisti.”
“Family crazy,” timpal Indra gas.
“Who's his fiancee's name?” ask Bramasta.
“Prasetyo Anggoro, the first son of the Hilman Anggoro family, the owner of the company Anggoro Putro,” Agung closed his eyes feeling the heartache he felt. His hands were tightly clenched.
Bramasta looked at Indra. Raise next to his eyebrows while tilting his head. Indra nodded in understanding. Wordless communication understood only by the two of them.
“How did they meet? As far as I know, the Hilman Anggoro family is not a friendly person to people who are not from his circle,” asked Bramasta but then he added quickly, “Sorry, it is not my intention to demean the A Agung family.”
Agung nodded, “Iya I understand, it's okay Sir, it's a reality like that. Different castes, they said as Father and Mother knelt before them. Actually from the beginning Hilman Anggoro family did not approve it. Bebet seedlings and Adisti weights are considered ineligible to be the wife of her child, the future successor of the company. But Prasetyo insisted on forcing Adisti to marry and threatened not to continue his family business if he was not allowed to marry Adisti. Prasetyo and Adisti used to be schoolmates in high school. Meet again when Andisti interned at the company Anggoro Putro.”
Bramasta restored her hair to hear the story of Agung. He knows Hilman Anggoro's family. His company worked several times with his father's company. Bramasta also met Hilman Anggoro several times during a business dinner representing his father's company. But he had never met his son, Prasetyo Anggoro.
“Ndra, we accept invitation from Anggoro Family no?” bramasta asked while his hand was looking for Hilman Anggoro's profile in his car.
“Wah..forget again. For a long time yes,” Indra was silent for a moment to think, “Ah yes.just remember there was a notice of cancellation of invitations via email and WA from the public relations side Anggoro Group.”
Bramasta glanced at his screen that featured the faces of Hilman Anggoro and his wife, his thumb sweeping his screen up, scrolling up the image. There's a family photo of Hilman Anggoro. Bramasta touched with his thumb. Hilman Anggoro with his wife and two sons. The youngest boys are the same age as Junior High while the eldest, may be mid-20.
“He is a good looking young guy_He's a handsome young boy_,” said Bramasta while staring at Adisti.