The original warmth now felt a bit different. "So, when did you bring the future bride for me, Son?" asked Mrs. Wursita with a serious face.
Adam was forced to make a smile to calm the middle-aged woman. "I will, Mom. No one can deny your son is good looking. What kind of girl do you want? Let me choose for you," Adam said confidently.
"Adam, I'm serious." Adam's joke became meaningless. Adam's face bore the expression of astonishment. While Mr. Adyaksa assesses that the atmosphere would be out of control if he let Mrs. Wursita continue the subject of daughter-in-law.
"Enough, both of you. Aren't you hungry? Let's eat first!" Mr. Adyaksa said as he rose out of his seat and made his way to the table.
"That's right. Let's eat first. You certainly haven't eaten, Son. Come!" Mrs. Wursita grabbed his son's arm and stepped together to where they would eat.
In the dining room, there were two servants who stood not far from the table. However, a servant who should have always been with the family was invisible. "Where is Mr. Atmo, Mom?" Adam asked.
As Adam asked, Mr. Wursita was taking up some dishes to put on her husband's plate. "Atmo is too old, Son. He resigned last week and was replaced by his granddaughter," Mrs. Wursita said. Then waved to a young girl in her twenties and asked her to move closer.
The girl approached the table and acted politely with her head bowed. "Her name is Citra. Citra, this is my son, Adam." Mrs. Wursita introduced her son to the new servant. The girl cupped her hands to say hello.
"Are you already have an ID, Citra?" Adam asked suddenly.
Mr. and Mrs. Saguna were surprised when Adam asked about the personal identity of Citra.
"Yes, I already have, Young master." Citra answered shyly.
"Ah, good. I think you haven't yet, cause you have a baby face," Adam quipped.
"Oh, my. I don't know why you're asking all of a sudden about the ID," Mrs. Wursita said.
"Well, the law doesn't allow us to hire minors, Mom," the man explained to the mother.
"I'm your mother, of course I know the rules, Boy," Mrs. Wursita tumbled in self-defense. "Though his face is cute, she is twenty-one years old now," Mrs. Wursita explained.
Citra's face was a blush of color for being praised as a cute face. Once in a while she stole a glance at Adam who she recognized had a handsome face.
"Well, the replacement position for Atmo has not yet existed. Even though your father promises to find it soon," Madame Wursita said. Then she motioned Citra to return to her place.
"Find a replacement for the handle of this house shouldn't be so random," asserts Mr. Adyaksa.
"But you must hurry, Old man," the woman pushed. "The anniversary of the company is coming soon. Atmo's replacement can't be delayed," Mrs. Wursita sounded serious.
Adam was just about to stuff something in his mouth when Mrs. Wursita called his name. "Or we can ask Adam to find a replacement for Atmo," Mrs.Wursita suggested, making Adam delay his feeding activity.
"Sure, why not. I would send one of my assistants to take Mr. Atmo's position," Adam responded thoughtlessly and started chewing things up because he was hungry.
"Don't!" reject Mr. Adyaksa. "Your assistant can come here for a while until I find a suitable replacement for Atmo," Mr. Adyaksa ordered.
"For how long? The sooner the better, Old man," Mrs. Wursita hissed.
"Adam's assistants have their own work, Sita. I've been working on Atmo's replacement," Mr. Adyaksa concluded.
In the hearing of his decision, Mrs. Wursita had taken a plea. Then they continued the dinner until the last meal.
"I'm going to my room," Adam said good-bye to his parents.
"You're staying over tonight, Adam?" Mrs. Wursita asked.
"No, Mom. I'm just gonna take a shower. After that I'll go back to my apartment," Adam said.
"Before returning, let's talk. Mom and Dad wait for you out front," Mrs. Wursita ordered.
"Okay," Adam replied by nodding his head in a nudge.
While Adam was away, the couple hurled at each other. They expected their plans tonight would go well.
Adam entered the room that had been his childhood resting place. The contents and positions of that room remain unchanged. Mrs. Wursita kept and cared for the place without even moving one of Adam's things. The room was last occupied before Adam flew to America for his master's degree. That happened almost ten years ago.
The room was completely clean from dust. Made Adam feel comfortable if he spent time in Menteng. Throwing back in the days before work was busy. His eyes scanned the entire room from one thing to the next. The contents of his head were moved by twisted memories associated with the objects.
Adam's gaze stopped on a rolled paper in poster size and lopsided in a large tube at the foot of the table. Though reluctantly, he made his way to the paper roll. The roll was opened and laid out on the table. A sketch of a man and a woman in a formal wedding costume. At the lower right end of the picture was a partial scar of the painter, Clarissa.
"Look, honey, what I've made," she said one time when visiting Adam as he had started working for his father's company. "Sketching us in traditional Javanese wedding clothes. Do you like it? I can hardly wait," Clarissa blurted out her handiwork.
Adam had always loved his beloved enthusiasm and passion. Since Adam was a difficult person to fall in love with, it was difficult for him to start a new relationship. Especially when it came to a relationship with Clarissa, he has been very serious and has planned many things for their future together. But unfortunately, destiny does not allow it.
Adam's expression was always marked by disappointment as he remembered it. After a long sigh, the image was back closed and returned to its place. His right hand brushed his mid-long hair and scratched even though it did not itch. Trying to bring his consciousness back to reality. Then Adam walked toward the bathroom to wash himself.
The clock was already at ten o'clock. Adam went to see Mr. and Mrs. Saguna before returning home to the apartment. Mr. Adyaksa was sitting on his favorite couch, while Mrs. Wursita was sitting near her husband and was reading a regular fashion magazine. Then he was distracted to see Adam join them.
"Can't you just stay the night, Adam? It's late," the mother advised.
"At this hour, Jakarta is still an afternoon, Sita," Master Adyaksa timidly.
"Ck … this is called the concern of a mother, Old man," Mrs. Wursita corrected the husband's words.
"I can't, Mom. I had to go back," Adam said. "So, Dad, Mom, what do you want to talk about?" he asked his parents.
Before answering Adam's question, Mr. Wursita looked at her husband. Adam was likewise preparing himself for the warning he had received from hassan, his personal assistant.
"Son, do you have a girlfriend?" the woman asked carefully.
Adam had prepared himself for his mother's question. He calmly replied, "I'm too busy, Mom. No one wants to date someone who doesn't have time for romance." Adam showed off his sweet smile."Adam, are you still thinking of Clarissa?" Mrs. Wursita asked in a suspicious tone.The man misbehaved and replied, "I'm still working on it, Mom.""That's not okay, Son. That's not good for you. You should be more than willing to try. Three years have passed. Your ex is in the middle of nowhere and happy. But look at you? Still keep stuff from her. When would you forget about her?" the woman blurted out the son.Adam remembered that the mother meant something was still in her room."You can throw it away," Adam said."Oh, no! It must be you who drives them away. Not me. Mom taught you to be a good and strong man, but not the opposite. If it was such a trivial matter as throwing away an item that would only remind you of the past it should've been a long
The elevator stopped on the sixth floor. Everyone in the small box was out with Adam. Adam walked alone, while others were in pairs or with friends, perhaps also with family.Before entering the glass door, some mid-air movie posters would welcome visitors. Two of them were Hollywood movies, "Mission: Impossible 5" and "Star Wars: The Force Awakens ". Then the other two were Indonesian movies, "Retroaktif: Single part 1" and" Bulan Terbelah di Langit Amerika."However, Adam chose a movie with a poster that had the face of Raditya Dika as the main focus. The man was not in the mood to think too much. He wanted to laugh and got carried away by the player's foolishness because of its plot. That's what Adam expected.Adam's hands were free. Unlike the hands of other visitors thronged with their cell phone screens. Adam left his phone in the office. At the moment he felt like he was separate from the job noise and he liked it. Maybe Hassan would be rushed into
She heard Adam expressed his suspicions about the elevator being troubled. Then the woman inched to the corner of the room. With a fearful tone of voice and gaze she asked, "Jammed?"Before Adam could answer, the elevator lamp flickered and died at the same time as the tremor happened again. That time the human box was going out of control. For a moment they felt as if without gravity."Aarrgghh!" The woman screamed.And then the elevator stopped with a sound like a big bump. Adam was holding back his emotions in order to stay calm in that crucial situation. Numbers still show the fourth floor but no visible dart. Adam pushed a button to open the door many times, but nothing changed.Adam immediately pressed the emergency button to communicate with the officer out there. "Hello, hello, is anyone there? Anybody hear my voice?" Adam repeated many times. Still, no answer.As Adam tried to contact the officer, he saw the eyes of the woman in the elevat
Adam tapped his fingers against the hard surface of the chair. He thought about how he would have to fill out the patient's data form on behalf of the woman who was stuck with him in the elevator. 'Nah, never mind. If she does not return, perhaps her family will contact her,' he thought.Then he put the reproduced items back into the small bag. After that he walked toward the administration place just as the nurse pointed out. There was only an officer that Adam met. "Excuse me. I was asked to fill out a new entry," Adam said."Ah, do you mean the woman who fainted just now, Sir?" the officer said affirmatively."Yes, that's right." The officer took a piece of paper and a pen immediately and was handed over to Adam to be filled out. After a brief look at the data that was asked, Adam decided not to fill it out because he did not know any of the answers. "Well, sorry." Adam's call caused the officer to look up at him."Yes? Is there anything you don't unde
Adam felt sufficiently exhausted that day so he let the woman who had been babbling in her sleep to grab his wrist. Then sleepiness began to strike and he closed his eyes on the edge of the next bed of a body lying down.Adam did not know how long had slept. He felt pain in his neck and the arm that used as a pillow went numb. He lifted his seat and wiggled slightly."Are you waking up, Boss?" someone asked.Adam turned to find his assistant, Hassan Pribadi, standing there watching from where he was standing. Adam then turned his eyes to the patient who should be lying on bed. Adam's eyes were round, there was no one there. Stammering he pointed to the white cloth mattress."Sh-she? Where is she going?" Adam asked."Who do you mean?" asked Hassan as he approached."A woman who sleeps here?"Hassan seems confused, "There are no women in this room, Boss. Since I came, only you have been here. Sleeping in the sitting position on that ben
Adam's eyes glared at the crowd of fans in front of the movie as he pointed out, "She was just like the woman in the hospital."Lucky heard the boss's words and immediately looked in the direction that Adam's pointing. "Who, Boss?" Lucky asked.Adam was forced to look the other way to explain his point to Lucky. "That's the one with the … T-shirt." Adam went back to the crowd, but the person he referred to disappeared or actually did not exist in the first place."A T-shirt? Many were wearing shirts, Boss," Lucky said.Adam drew a deep breath and resumed, "Never mind, let's go."There was a man in the restaurant who waved hello with a smile. "Mr. Hendra has arrived," Lucky said, who returned to the man with a nod. Adam did the same.The table distance at the restaurant was over a meter. Adam walked earlier and was followed by Lucky. When they arrived, they shook hands with each other."Mr. Adam, thank you for responding to my i
"Stick to the plan?" Lucky asked with a look of significance at the boss.Adam knew what Lucky's question meant when it did not actually require an answer from him. He leaned back and laughed in response to the mischievous ideas of his assistant."Okay. Call Hassan to postpone all the arrangements by the day after tomorrow. If it can't wait, I'll handle it from here." Adam gave instructions to Lucky who was still sitting in front of him."Okay," Lucky replied."So be it! I'll go back to my room." Adam got up and walked out of the restaurant. The man stopped short and turned around and gave Lucky another clue. "By the way, manage with a low budget," he ordered with a thin smile."Seriously, Boss?" Lucky asked unconvinced, while Adam had walked away. Lucky was stunned by his boss's decision. "Well, who the hell are you Bianca?" Lucky mumbled.Beras Basah Island was one of the beach destination tours with white sand beds in East Kalimantan. The
The beauty of Beras Basah Island was not Adam's main goal. He sat in a summerhouse not far from where Bianca was. While he was busy speculating, his phone rang. Mrs. Wursita called and he asked why he did not immediately return to Jakarta as planned. "I still have things to do, Mom," Adam answered his mother's question. [Can it be left? Or represent? I have a thing more important for you to do] Mrs. Wursita's voice sounded serious and did not want to be debated. Adam swallowed his spit, then asked. "What is it, Mom?" [Your aunt and uncle invited us to dinner tomorrow] Mrs. Wursita answered. "Dinner? What's the occasion?" [I don't know. Maybe it has to do with Desmon's already got a girlfriend] "Ah. Perhaps the relationship is serious, so it should invite the extended family to dinner," Adam replied. [It could be. But it's clear your aunt was willing to make fun of me. Because my single son also has not yet got a bride]