Chapter 160 - Nadir Point

I finally realized who I was at the end of this night. I almost forgot that you had a perfect bond. Then what about me who was still running around in a figurative forest? Hoping for a perfect with the night fairy whose owner left her. Unfortunately, what I got was no longer a lost fairy, let alone a fairy who was left by her owner. The winged little human being embraced by its owner was in line with the drowsiness that hit. While you served the most cruel nadir point.

I staggered and decided to fall.

The cars screeched. The drivers forced their brakes on. A man crossed the street carelessly.

"This guy is crazy!!".

"Get out of the way!!".

"You want to die, huh?".

Like the night before, Damar had come to Aruna's room. His hopes soared through the sky. He thought that he could have the opportunity to accompany her along with the lyrics of the song created based on the visualization of the girl named Aruna.

In fact, imagination was always more beautiful than reality. Just now, he arrived at the door of his favorite girl's room. The rectangular glass presented an eye-catching sight. If he weren't a man, maybe he'd shed a symbol of pain: tears.

This young man chose to retreat, stay away. Aruna was embraced by her owner. She fell asleep and that man embraced her freely. The pleasure that Danu Umar imagined every night was a reality for the challenger who had now turned into the owner.

"You're stupid!!". Someone fell on the edge of the road with the singer of "The Reddish Hue". After that, a large truck made a sound, sped off in rage. The trajectory still showed the difference in air pressure so that the gusts of wind had given off a sense of horror.

"Get up!! Get up!!". The rescuer gave an order that he had to get up immediately. Damar couldn't help it but grabbed his hooded jacket. He pulled the body towards a more empty direction.

"Don't be stupid just because your heart is broken".

"Life is indeed crazy, but don't choose to die because of this madness".

"Why do you care about me?".

"Because your safety is the first mission that Ms. Aruna ordered". Juan had greeted the young man named Damar in the hallway of the hospital, but this man didn't reply. He was like a dazed person in chaos, walking out of control, without paying attention to his surroundings. Juan looked at him from a distance. The man with a gummy smile realized that Damar wanted to end his life by walking through the crowded night traffic.

***

"Hen.. You have five minutes left. Are you sure you can solve this mess only with rhetoric?" Surya was almost unsure of the method that Mahendra was using. Since yesterday, the speculation built by the members of the regional legislature had begun to lead to an attempt to stop Dream City.

"Calm down, Surya. Have I ever disappointed you? Wenceslas Group won't lose just because of this bullshit". Hendra replied casually.

"What's your plan?". Mahendra's secretary was even more worried considering that the press conference conducted by the CEO of the Wenceslas Group had attracted the attention of so many journalists. This press conference was held in front of a semi-finished building whose roof collapsed due to sabotage by irresponsible parties. Surprisingly, some legislators who initially supported them turned out to be attackers.

Riswan's car entourage began to arrive. The mayor was quite admirable regarding his actions, being responsible for every incident that happened to Wenceslas Construction. He was also being chased by the journalists and he kept his mouth shut according to Mahendra's wish. Today, the two of them would begin to make a joint statement about the collapse of the library building's roof which had a unique concept and was different from the others.

Small talk began to be echoed by the press conference director. Mahendra appeared first, followed by mayor Riswan. Hendra's signature wave and smile started the growing curiosity from the faces of camera and recording equipment carriers.

"Alright, please.. What should I call you?". The director of the press conference threw the words to break the ice. He offered something to Mahendra while smiling.

"I'm still quite young. As long as I'm not called grandpa, it won't be a problem". Hendra answered, bringing laughter.

"Okay. Ah right. Before we discuss something more serious, there are many people who are curious about your marriage. How does it feel to be a newlywed? Hehe". The briefing was specifically given to the moderator or rather the MC of the press conference.The mission was to make the atmosphere as light as possible.

"It won't be a problem if I answer this?". Hendra divided the two sides of those who were hunting for news. One side was berating 'why don't we just focus?', the other one even shouted 'wow, maybe it will be other hotter news'.

"Because it seems that many are curious, I'll try to answer it". Actually, the parties that wanted to discuss this topic weren't many, because the majority of those who came weren't from infotainment or entertainment. They were political, economic, and social journalists. But Mahendra gave the impression that more parties wanted this unimportant explanation. An impression that was arranged very deliberately.

"Because it seems that many are curious, I'll try to answer it". Actually, the parties that wanted to discuss this topic weren't many, because the majority of those who came weren't from infotainment or entertainment. They were political, economic, and social journalists. But Mahendra gave the impression that more parties wanted this unimportant explanation. An impression that was arranged very deliberately.

.

.

"So, who asked me about my wife? And why do I seem to hide my marriage? I'll just answer it, okay?! My wife is an ordinary 20-year-old girl. She has a normal life like young women in general. She needs privacy, needs to live her daily life, and hopes that you guys won't chase her. That's why I didn't accept any offers and didn't provide any explanation regarding the identity of my wife. Even though I can see that in plain view, you guys are also digging up her identity. She doesn't even dare to open her personal social media account, because too many messages and comments flooded her account. I hope you understand my position as a husband who wants his wife to be comfortable and safe". Mahendra's explanation broke their focus.

"Then what about your wedding which is popularly known as Blue Oceans? Why was the press prohibited from covering it? Ah right, there was also an issue saying that invited guests were prohibited from taking photos and videos, except for personal consumption?". A journalist asked a question.

"Ah right. May I add?? The news that is circulating states that only the performers of the shows were allowed to be documented both for personal and to be shared on social media". Another question came from another journalist.

Then the moderator asked Mahendra to answer.

"Yes. We deliberately made requests like that because this is our dream wedding. My wife and I, to be more precise. That's why only professional cameras were allowed to document it. Why was the press prohibited?? Honestly, I want to protect our privacies". Hendra took a bottle of mineral water, drank it slowly and relaxed. The camera flash rained down on him.

"Second, why were only performers allowed to be photographed?? Because documenting their performance is the right of the fans. Maybe there are invited guests who like the performers that we invited". Hendra's answer prompted the next question about his marriage. But the other party insisted on getting back to the point. Finally, some of them had an argument. Hendra and Riswan smiled and looked at each other meaningfully. Time was running out. A senior journalist took over control of communications.

"Whether you're happy with this question or not, whatever! I came here for more important news than the CEO's wedding drama". He insisted with sarcasm.

"How could the building that you built suddenly collapsed just like that? The government has spent quite a lot of money. How's the responsibility of the Wenceslas Construction for this incident?". His question was on point.

"You want to hear my answer or Mr. Riswan's first?". Mahendra was stalling time again, to be more relaxed.

"Up to you". This senior reporter seemed more experienced.

"Alright. I'll be the first one to answer it. Before that, I'll explain that beside me is the Mayor who has a quite close background to us. He was an architectural master of Wenceslas Construction for some time before being commissioned as Mayor. So Mr. Riswan will discuss the experiment or trial that we're doing in further detail". Hendra spoke calmly, giving the impression of curiosity.

"Experiment?".

"What trial?".

"How come the Wenceslas Construction, known for their quality, would dare to risk its integrity only for a trial?".

The whispers grew more intense, hurling each other out of control. The moderator tried to calm them down and let the CEO of the Wenceslas Group speak up again.