GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNINGFROM 10

GOOD MORNING MYRR 10

(Tien Kumalasari)

 

“Is there a problem in the office? I mean, about finances?” ask Broto's mom.

“I don't know Mom yet, I just wanted to check. Somewhat strange anyway, why spending for six months seems to swell.”

“The financial part is not people who can be trusted anyway Sir?”

“True, that's why I wanted to search, his fault where.”

“Hopefully be fine. And I ask, Father also not to be tired. Lately too much that Mr. Gurusi.”

“True, it is because there is cooperation with other parties, which Restu has not been able to handle.”

“Get Restu learn, right he was assigned to take care of everything?”

“True, Restu does have to learn. Later I say again with him, that he must come in every meeting with client.”

“Wulan, just shut up,” reprimand bu Broto.

Wulan smiled.

“Wulan did not understand everything that was talked about,” replied Wulan while entering her last feed.

“Other times you also have to learn, so that if you really retire, you can accompany your husband to take care of the company,” said Mr. Broto.

“True what your father said Wulan, it's good you learn. Occasionally follow your husband to the office, to know how your in-laws work,” continued bu Broto.

Wulan again just smiled, while putting her fork spoon on the plate.

“Wulan where can Bu?”

“If you are learning it is definitely possible. You are a college graduate, must have expertise in managing a business. Just because it is inexperienced, so feel can not.”

“Eh, that's not Pure?” exclaimed Wulan when he saw Murni was already in the kitchen.

“Let's talk to Pure, he will accompany and help you in the new house,” said bu Broto.

“Iya Bu,” says Wulan with a radiant face. He was somewhat amused and not alone later.

“Bapak kok eating already?”

“Hot full Mom, this was added twice, later the father's stomach can erupt if you have to add again,” joked Mr. Broto.

“Equest? Balloon .. ‘kali.”

Wulan immediately stood up, piling up the old dishes, while Mr. Broto stood up leaving the dining room, followed by his wife.

“Pure, how are you?” greet Wulan while patting Pure's shoulder.

Pure son Yu Sarni, is a girl who is already a teenager. He just graduated from High School. That girl is sweet, and smart. She has helped her mother in the house every holiday.

“Good news, bu Wulan.”

“It feels good, will be accompanied by you later.”

“Iya, I am also happy.”

“You won't be considered a maid. You are my family too,” Wulan said as she sat in the kitchen chair, while yu Sarni cleaned the dining table.

“Thank you, Miss Wulan. I'm happy, because it's rather dumbass at home after graduation.”

“Later you will not be dumbfounded, because accompany me to chat,” said Wulan with a smile.

Purely looked at his prospective employer, who if smiling looked very charming. He is also kind and friendly to everyone. Not yet lived, he already felt the feeling will be at Wulan's house.

“Later if you are not tired, help me free things yes, maybe next week we will move to a new house.

“Good, Miss Wulan. I'm not tired. If asked now, I'm ready.”

“Don't be Pure, you just came. Later or tomorrow is also okay.”

“True Wulan, tomorrow only be the same Pure, I will shop the same Sarni,” said bu Broto who suddenly entered the kitchen.

“Oh yes, I want to shop. It's okay if Wulan has to accompany first.”

“No, I'm the same Sarni. Finish you take care of the stuff. Do not need to bring a closet, because there everything is ready.”

“Alright then ma'am, replied Wulan, who then stood up and moved forward.

He saw that his father-in-law was talking to Rio on the terrace.

“I'm glad that you're hard working here,” sounds the voice of his father-in-law.

“Of course Sir, because Mr was very kind to me,” Rio said.

Then I heard his father-in-law laughing.

Wulan sat in the living room, pretending to read the newspaper located at the table, but her ears eavesdropped on Rio and her father-in-law's talk.

“Rio, will you bring your guitar tomorrow?”

“Guitar, Sir? For what?”

“I want to hear you sing again.”

Rio laughing. Wulan smiled hearing that.

“Siguratin, one of his own using pretend to be a busker of everything,” said Inner Wulan.

“My voice is ugly, sir,” said Rio still while laughing.

“Who said? Your voice is good, I am impressed with you, for hearing your voice, and the songs you sing. It all reminds me of when I was young, when chasing after the love of his mother Restu,” said Mr. Broto shamelessly.

“Father likes to sing?”

“I used to love singing. But now just like to listen, because my voice is bad, sullen, like a pot to be sprinkled.”

Then both are broken. Wulan who was inside came smiling to hear him. 

"What's Wulan doing, why smile for yourself?” suddenly her mother-in-law came and sat in front of her.

“That's Mom, hearing the talk of the same father Rio.”

“Speaking what they are?”

“Father wants Rio tomorrow to bring guitar.”

“Oh yes? Kangen voice Rio maybe.”

“Saying father, used to sing often for mother, while pursuing love Mother,” seductive Wulan.

Ms. Broto chuckles.

“Your father is shameless. Time anyway, like it was told the same Rio.”

“Ya is okay dong Bu, reminisce about sweet times first.”

“Hiiih, embarrassing,” bu said Suryo blushed.

Wulan smiled, happy to imagine how friendly her father and mother-in-law used to be when she was dating. But suddenly his heart felt its own pain. Why can't happiness touch her and not let her be with the man she loves?

On the terrace there, Mr. Broto and Rio continued to chuckle, because Mr. Broto told his love story first with Broto's mother.

Out of annoyance, Broto then goes out, stopping her husband from talking about his past.

“Bapak iih, why such stories. No shame on Rio, what?”

Broto turned to his wife who suddenly appeared at the door.

“Sini, sit here Mom,” sir Broto instead told his wife to sit down.

“Nmobile. Mr. strange. Don't listen to Rio, that father likes to ngarang.”

Broto's mom pinched her husband's arm.

“Bapak is not funny. Oh yes Rio, tomorrow deliver me shopping huh?” said Broto's mom diverted the conversation.

“Good Bu.”

“I'm the same as Yu Sarni, because Wulan wants to bebenah items that she wants to bring to the new house.”

“Good.”

“But if you're already there, occasionally have to come here. Your guitar must always be carried, because if at any time I want you to sing, you must be ready,” said Mr. Broto.

“Good Sir, tomorrow I will bring.”

“Good Rio, now rest. Near the garage there is a funnel room, it is indeed for the driver. Usually the office driver if I need him, before I'm ready I tell him to rest in that room.”

“Good Sir, I rest in the car only.”

“As for you Rio, I also want to rest first,” said Mr. Broto while entering the house, followed by his wife.

Rio chose to rest in the car, because he had another job. He should monitor his efforts even if he is not always in the office. There is a laptop placed in the trunk, which at any time it is used.

***

That morning as usual Restu ate in a hurry. He just took a little rice, so he could leave immediately.

“Restu why the hell, never breakfast properly, always like in a hurry,” scolded his mother.

“Iya Ma'am, because Restu always woke up late, so afraid of being late. Restu must set a good example for employees, so Restu must come before they come, to discipline them so that they can come early, so as not to be the first leader, he said,” said Restu while putting down his spoon.

Mr. Broto glanced at a glance, and nodded happily.

“Hey, why not share with your wife?” shouted Mr. Broto jarena Restu straight out in haste, just kissing the hands of his father and mother at a glance.

“I left Wulan,” he shouted from a rather distant direction, because he did not want to stop.

Bu Broto let out a resentful breath. She understood that Wulan also did not want to stand to deliver her husband, because the attitude of Restu was also arbitrary.

Restu immediately approached his car, then he shouted annoyed because when he wanted to get out, suddenly a motorbike driven by Rio entered the yard.

Restu opened his car glass and looked at him angrily.

“Stupid!” harden it as it passes.

Rip turned his head and muttered softly:

”He's cursing at me? Say it! So that I can beat him,” he said furious while stopping his blind motor, then put it in the garage. He deliberately brought a butut motorbike borrowed from one of his employees, who then exchanged it for a new motorbike.

Mr. Broto who just came out of the house, smiled to see Rio coming while carrying a guitar hung on his shoulder.

“Good Rio, let's sing first, here,” welcome Mr. Broto happily.

“Rio approached Mr. Broto, then sat on the terrace stairs.

“Eeh, here Rio, you really want to busking what? Come sit on the chair, I want to hear your voice again,” bright voice Mr. Broto.

Rio stood up, then sat down in a short chair, in front of Mr. Broto.

“You what song Sir?” ask Rio.

“As far as you are. I'm sure you'll sing a good song for me. Oh yeah, that's it, I can’t stop loving you, I love that song.”

Rio smiled, then danced his sweet voice accompanied by his own guitar.

“I can’t stop loving you, I’ve made up of my mind, to live in memories, of the lonesome times, etc,

I can’t stop wanting you, it’s uses to say, So I’ll just live my life, of dream of yesterday,

These happy hours, that we once knew, ….

And Rio sings it feelingly, making Mr. Broto drift in the strains of the song, even in the verse he remembers, he sings along with Rio.

That morning sounded great.

“Ya ampuun, Mr,” screeches bu Broto from the door.

Mr. Broto gestured with his finger, so that Broto did not disturb Rio who was singing.

Mrs Broto smiled. He turned his body, went back in.

“We're into the market now, Rio?” mrs Broto said before entering.

Rio was smiling, but Mr. Broto asked him to have Rio finish the song first.

Broto clapped his hands when Rio was done singing it, then he reached into his pocket, and extended the money of the two hundred thousand towards Rio.

“Mr, this ... what?”

“This is for you.” He said while putting his money in Rio's pocket.

“What father, I am not busking.”

“It was as my pleasure this morning, because you have sung the song nicely.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Rio said as he stood up.

“Just put your guitar here, don't you take it home,” orders Mr. Broto. Rio according, then put his guitar on the corner of the terrace.

“Ya already, prepare the car, mom wants to shop tuh.”

“Alright, Sir.”

***

It turns out that Restu did not go straight to the office. After picking Lisa up, Lisa complains of her stomach being hungry. And therefore Restu took her to eat breakfast at a restaurant.

“When did you move house Mas?”

“Next week. The house is ready.”

“Is there a special room if I stay there?” ask Lisa shamelessly.

“Of course there are. You don't have to worry. We can have fun as we please,” said Restu who had forgotten the land because of Lisa's seduction which always made him tempted.

“Assyiik, but today I want to shop, dear.”

“What's your money running out?”

“Iya,” he said while sagging spoiled.

“Alright, later I transfer to your account, then you can shop as much.”

“Thank you, baby. Later I'll just be absent at the office, then ask permission to leave. I have to shop all my needs.”

“Alright, as you like. So later I won't send you to lunch?”

“Call first Which, if I'm back at the office, you can nyamperin me.”

“Alright, finish your breakfast immediately, you will be late. If I'm okay, who would dare scold me?” restu said arrogantly.

Lisa laughed while leaning her head on her lover's shoulder. But then they immediately finished their breakfast because it was past time to go to work.

***

Restu breezed cheerfully as he walked into his study, but was shocked to see his father sitting behind his desk.

“Mr? How come it's here?”

“You said you had to come early to set a good example for your employees. Why is it coming now?” said Mr. Broto in a high tone.

***

Tomorrow again yes.