CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 95 – COMPOSING PUZZLE PIECES
“Disti sits in front,” says Adisti directly holds the front door handle.
“Loh how is it?” Bramasta does not accept.
“Disti the only girl. You guys are all boys. It means, I’m special,” Adisti smile wide, “Lagian Disti want to ride a new car.”.
“Besok Abang buy a new car yes but now Disti sitnya near Abang.”
“Nggaaak.”
Hans patted Bramasta's shoulder while shaking his head, “Trust me, you will not win arguing with the strongest race creature in the universe.”
“Ton, I brought the car,” said Bramasta.
“Can't!” Adisti turned his body to face Bramasta who was sitting in the middle with Hans, staring fiercely at Bramasta, “Evening we only slept 2 hours!”
“Whattt!”
“Setdah!!”
“Gile benerrr? Duration euy.duration!”
“Warbiyasah!”
“Woiyyy adek me it... adek me...!”
Anton's Pajero was filled with laughter.
Bramasta leaned his back while covering his face.
“Disti...” call Bramasta with her face covered in fingers.
“Ya Bang?” Adisti looked at her husband.
“Love you more!” Bramasta gave Adisti a love finger.
“Ciyeeeee!”
Pajero with a burst of laughter blaring from the car drove down the streets of Bandung at night for Madura chicken satay.
“New 3 days merid, Adek lu innan already like a cravings aja. Use ngajakin all of us again,” as good as Hans on Agung who sits behind, “Moreover if you are craving really..”
“Isssh was rash,” Bramasta nudged Hans' knee.
“Because in the apartment, there is no Mother's garden that can be plucked by the weeds. And because in the apartment, Adek I still can not paint constrained place,” said Agung in a soft voice, “At home, Adisti painted in the garage because he hated the smell of oil paint he wore. In the garage, the air circulation is good, the smell of oil paint does not enter the house.”
“So you mean, Adek lu behaved like this to relieve his stress because of the bugging camera that managed to get into the apartment?” ask Indra.
Agung nodded.
Bramasta tilted her body to hear the conversation on the back bench. While on the front bench, Adisti chatted with Anton about a nice hangout that had its Madurese satay.
“Hand test Disti is really cold.” Bramasta looked at the back of his wife's seat of money.
“Originally she's scared, Bang. That's why he needs a distraction like this to ease his emotions.”
“Low the hell, he was scared,” said Hans, “Enemes managed to get into the privacy area through a bugging camera. Luckily Bramasta put the flower on the foyer's table. Imagine that night Bramasta put it on the middle room table.”
“Even if brought into the room.” Bramasta clenched his hand, “Damn!”
“Maybe the destination is like that, Mr. Boss.” Anton suddenly said from the front.
“Means?”
“Which woman can resist the charm of moon orchids as a living plant instead of cut flowers?” Anton glanced at Adisti.
“That made Disti feel very guilty about Abang Bramasta. That night you already feel something strange, feel suspicious about the delivery of flowers that are not clear, because Brother or Disti never tell others about the address of the house, because you will not know the name of the house,” Adisti turned to her husband who was looking at her, “But Adisti forced Abang to bring the flower up.”
“True the talk of Bang Anton, Disti had imagined putting the orchid flowers in the room, on a round table near the sofa in the room.” Adisti said shrewdly.
“Oh My God.” Bramasta mutters.
“Luck at that time Disti forgetfulness moved the flowers from the foyer table into the room,” Adisti down.
“Crazy if that night Disti moved flowers into the room. they got your live show!” Hans looked at Bramasta and Adisti alternately.
“The goal is like that so they have the recording. Then circulate it on social media to humiliate Mr. Boss and Adisti. Imagine, a couple who viral on social media and TV media are famous straight, sholeh, no assortment, suddenly circulated their live video show,” Anton looked at the face of Bramasta from the inner rearview.
“And the public will be guided by his opinion that the recording, you made for mementos but leaked to the public,” continued Anton.
“Beched!” Bramasta punched the seat he was sitting on.
“Or it could be, the footage was used to blackmail Bramasta and Mr. Alwin,” said Hans, “Forcing B Group or Sanjaya Group to do illegal businesses that benefit the owners of surveillance cameras.”
“I mean, B Group or Sanjaya Group become a puppet company for them?” indra's voice sounded full of emotion, “Dearless once!!”
“Alhamdulillah, God still protects you all. Allah still gives protection to you,” said the Great.
Everyone nodded in agreement with the Great's words.
“Who hates Bramasta-Adisti the most?” ask Hans, “Rita Gunaldi? Liliana Sukma?”
“Gue rules out Prasetyo Anggoro. Especially after last meeting him at Mr. Gumilar's residence,” Hans said again.
Agung nodded, “Hopefully he changed in a better direction.”
“Liliana Sukma, without the support of Hilman Anggoro, she has no more spurs right? Gunawan Tan could even just give an unidentified lawyer,” Bramasta looked at Hans.
Hans agreed.
Indra tapped her chin, “About Rita Gunaldi's..” she paused to stare at Hans, her “Dark Business, her, is it impossible for him to take hostage in quotes of his important clients with immoral videos recorded without the Client's knowledge?”
“Too risky for her business, right_Too risky for her business right_?” Bramasta turned to Indra, “Businesses who rely on trust.”
“Don’t forget whose behind her_Don't forget who is behind Rita_,” Hans looked at Bramasta and Indra.
“Mr. Thakur.” replied Agung.
Silence in the middle and back. Each one is busy with his thoughts. Trying to put together puzzle pieces.
Adisti pointed towards the side of the road ahead. Anton nodded. Slow down the pace of the pajero to find an empty parking lot.
Bramasta got out of the car as soon as the car stopped. Open the front door. Help Adisti to come down and hold his hand.
“Do not worry, do not be afraid..we face this together.”.
Adisti looked at her husband. Then put both hands around her husband's waist. His hand moved rapidly shrinking the wet corners of his eyes.
Great seeing. He patted his sister's shoulder.
“That's patient yes Dek.. The higher the tree, the more the wind. Don't worry, we'll always protect you. God willing, God will always be with us.”
Adisti nodded in her husband's arms.
They entered the chicken tent. There were not many visitors that night. Maybe because it's not the weekend. Indra ordered 10 skewers each with lontong.
“Mas, can I borrow an empty plate? Want lontong 1 not to be cut and seasoning the satellite, now,” pinta Adisti on the seller satay.
“Disti hungry?” Bramasta asks but Adisti does not answer.
Sate's seller nodded and immediately provided what Adisti asked for.
Agung raised his eyebrows to his sister. His sister just grumbled. Agung whispered to Anton who was sitting next to him. Anton looked at him in disbelief. Agung nodded. Anton prepared his gawai.
Adisti stared at the empty melamine ceiling plate before him. Twisted the plate a few times. His hand then took a spoon. Put a little tip of the spoon on the spice satay, then apply it on an empty plate in front of him.
Some thick and elongated sate seasoning spreads, some are rounded. Making scratches on the spread of spice satay with the edge or tip of the spoon he holds.
“Mashaa Allah... Disti painting?” Bramasta was astonished to see the empty plate in front of Adisti.
Everyone is staring at Adisti now. Using a spoon as a palette knife. Using satay as the paint. For the dark part, Adisti added soy sauce to the seasoning sateenya.
Painting on the plate is finished. Everyone looked at him in amazement. Everyone knows what Adisti painted. Objects that are a burden on his mind. Which made him miserable. Moon Orchid Flower with its lush and plump leaves.
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Adisti uwow is so...
Everyone handles his or her heart's anxiety in their own way. Some draw, like Adisti, some embroider, some write, some cook, some baking and some even shop.
Readers how?