GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL 15

(Tien Kumalasari)

 

“As soon as you meet, you immediately ask for the money. Don't you miss me, after days of not seeing?” tegur Restu's upset.

“Ya kangen anyway, I'm just reminding you. Don't you forget to bring it for me.”

“No, I told you that I brought it.”

“Thank God, glad to hear it,” Lisa said as she leaned her head on her lover's shoulder.

“But Lisa, from now on you do not be too wasteful.”

Lisa raised her head, and looked sharply at Restu.

“What do you mean Mas?”

“Aduh, just talking about it how you are angry anyway?”

“Not angry, I'm surprised you reminded me not to be wasteful. What I've been doing all this time is the needs of all women. Where is the word wasteful?”

“Iya, I know.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” said Restu as he glanced towards Lisa's wrist. He saw that bracelet always on. He remembered what his mother had said many times, even during lunch. About the bracelet, and it should be taken back. Threats heavy. His mother will report it to his father. And if that happens, it could be that he will be fired from the company, and will become unemployed. Where can he have fun with his girlfriend?

“You look weird.”

“I miss you altogether. We'll have fun until morning.”

“Really?”

“You did not welcome him with joy,” grumbled Restu.

“I'm still bothered by what you said.”

“I said what?”

“That you forbid me wasteful.”

“Oh ...”

Restu tried to laugh, to dilute his lover's annoyance.

“Alright, forgive me.”

“All women love beautiful things, nice ones, expensive ones ...”

“Iya, I know.”

“Not me matre, but it's natural.”

“Iya, sorry deh.”

“You're like depressed.”

“Tired of me, because of the busyness of moving that house.”

“One day you will take me to your home won't you?”

“Iya, I will do. Now don't think of the others just yet, think that we're going to have fun.”

“Sure. You should always be able to please me, right?”

“Iya, mutual fun dong.”

Restu took his car out of town, to a quiet place, to a hotel of their subscription.

***

“Rio, will you take me shopping?”

“Of course, you are my employer?” rio said with a smile.

“Rio, I want this to be over soon, I can't bear to see you like this.”

“You fired me?”

“You always have been so.”

“If not, yes already, do what you want. Mr. Broto paid me for it right.”

“Rio ..”

“Come on Wulan, don't protest, I know what I have to do. Won't bother you kok.”

“Hm, all right, it's up to you. Soon between me yes, wait for Pure first.”

“Pure Same too?”

“Yes, it's not good both of you keep.”

“And I am your personal driver?”

“But it's okay, I ngajak Murni, let him be happy, do not have to stay at home continue.”

“OK, ready, my bidadar,” Rio said as he looked at Wulan, but Wulan then threw away his face. She knew who she was, and she had to keep her chastity as a wife, even though it was hard to get rid of the love that had been almost gone.

Rio stepped closer to the car, preparing it in front of the house, while waiting for the angel and his maid to come out.

Suddenly, a car stopped. Rio turned his head, and he saw Mr. Broto then get down from the car.

“Rio, you guys want to go?”

“Bu Wulan said she wants to shop with Pure.”

“Ee, later on, let's follow me, I want you to sing first for me,” said Mr. Broto while pulling Rio's arm.

And with ease then Mr. Broto sat on the terrace.

Rio was just smiling. When Wulan moved here, his guitar was also brought, at the behest of Mr. Broto.

“At times I need to listen to you sing for me, so bring that guitar,” he said as Rio hauled away some of Wulan's remaining stuff.

“I took the guitar first yes Sir,” said Rio who then went to the side of the house, where there is a room that is intended for him to rest when he is not on duty to deliver the angel.

Ms. Broto went straight to the back, passing Wulan who had just walked out of the room.

“Mother?” Wulan embraced her mother-in-law tightly.

“I miss my mother,” whispered.

“Mother also miss Nak, it turns out you want to go?”

“Just shopping some needs, it's okay, I ask Pure to make a drink first for the same father Mother.”

“Your father is singing all the same, Rio,” said Mrs Broto while sitting in the living room.

“Murni, make orange juice only for the same father mother yes,” said Wulan half-screaming.

“Good, Ma'am,” sahut Pure from behind.

Then Wulan sat down in front of her mother-in-law.

“Later Mom and Dad ate here huh?”

“Yes, but do you want to go?”

“Not really important Mom, can be later, or tomorrow. More important to accompany your father with Mother here.”

“Alright, cook what are you today?”

“Mothers alike have always liked whatever your cooking is.”

“Really?”

“True dong, the time mom had to lie?”

“Bapak is in front huh ?” wulan asked when she heard the twang of the guitar playing, and Rio's melodious voice.

“You know for yourself, right? Your father if you come here must be Rio who is sought. That's it, he said to always remember his youth first.”

Wulan smiled.

“But I'm happy right, hearing you sing?”

“Sometimes his voice is a bit discordant, but reckless,” said bu Broto with a funny smile, then covered his mouth with his palm.

“Neither ma'am, Wulan often heard, good father's voice kok.”

Purely come and age serve two glasses of juice like Wulan ordered.

“Yang for gaffer, put it in front only Yes Mur.”

“Good, Mom,” said Pure who then put one glass in front of bu Broto, and brought the other one glass towards the front.

“How Pure do you think? You like being accompanied by him?”

“Very much Ma'am, Pure as a friend to Wulan. If there is no Pure, once quiet this house.”

“Murni,” said bu Broto when Pure crossed from the front direction.

“Ya Bu,” replied Pure while crouching in front of bu Broto.

“Eh, don't squat so, just stand up,” said bu Broto as his hand signaled for Murni to stand up.

Pure stands up.

“You've been living with bu Wulan?”

“Very hardening Mom. Bu Wulan is very good to me.”

“Good. Your mother has also been with me for a long time, and she we consider as family too.”

“Iya Ma'am, I know.”

“Ya already, well accompany bu Wulan huh?”

“Good Bu.”

Then Pure moved to the back.

“She is actually beautiful. Not beautiful, if beautiful it is usually clean yellow skin, Pure it is a bit black, so mom says she is sweet.”

“True Bu, sweet face, and sweet behavior. He is also diligent and deft in doing all things.”

“Thank God. She looks like her mother.”

“Mother, is lunch laid out now?” ask Purely from the direction of the dining room.

“You eat now Bu?” ask Wulan to her mother-in-law.

“Ask your father first, it looks like he is still singing. Usually if that is the case, every offer to eat and say .. later ... later...”.

“Prepare only Pure, it is time to eat,” command Wulan.

Pure nodded, and carried out his duties to prepare lunch.

“Good. Let Wulan ask yes.”

Wulan stepped towards the front. He saw Rio and Broto singing together with great joy. Wulan had not said anything, waiting until the song they were singing was over. He stood in the middle of the door.

“Wulan, why stand there? Come here. Sit down and sing,” greet Mr. Broto while waving his hand, after finishing singing a song.

Wulan approached, smiling.

“Wulan can't sing, sir. Just love listening to.”

“Kirain you are here to sing. If your mother used to love singing, then. If it is now, he doesn't want to anymore. He said his voice was sullen.”

Wulan laughing.

“Wulan wants to ask, do you want to eat now?”

“Oh, yes .. time to eat? All right, Rio, let's eat first,” take Mr. Broto while standing.

“I'm here Sir. Usually also here,” Rio replied.

“But no, for this time. I invite you to eat with us. Come then. Wulan, she's afraid of you, take her.”

Wulan's smile widened, imagining Rio fearing the same himself. But then he looked at Rio.

“Rio, you have invited, so I also invite you, come Rio, do not hesitate,” said Wulan.

“Rio .. “ pak Broto turned his head again towards Rio, as Rio still remained seated.

Rio stood up, as Wulan nodded her head.

“Bu, Rio will eat with us," said Mr. Broto.

“Oh yes, of course, come on Rio, do not hesitate,” welcome bu Broto friendly.

Rio felt, that Mr. Broto's family is a good family and attentive to others. Does not distinguish even though he is currently ‘sopir’ in that house. But Rio was astonished, Restu did not have a heart as beautiful as his parents.

“Come sit. Purely, add one more plate for Rio,” said bu Broto when the plate is still one less.

Purely rushed to prepare it.

“Sit Rio,” said Bu Broto again.

There were only two seats left, after Mr. Broto and Ms. Broto sat side by side. So couldn't help but, Rio sat beside Wulan. Slightly trembled as he had to scoop the rice onto every plate that was around that table.

“Do not hesitate Rio, we prefer to eat together like this, like family. But if Restu is not there, you would be hesitant if told to eat with Wulan alone,” said Mr. Broto while spooning his food.

“I used to eat out. Pure who prepared it,” Rio said. How dare he eat with Wulan in that house. He wants to, but he will have to keep, do not get caught if between himself and Wulan was a pair of lovers.

“It's okay actually, but it's up to you. I know you're a very polite person and understand the limits of being,” said Mr. Broto.

“True.” Sahut ma'am Broto.

Wulan did not say a word. He was still pounding when he realized that Rio was beside him, and he had to try not to be nervous so that his two in-laws were not suspicious.

“What time does Restu come home?” ask Broto's mom who of course makes Wulan confused. Restu hasn't come home since yesterday. But he tried to answer as much as he could.

“Not necessarily Mom, sometimes afternoon, sometimes evening.”

“I will keep an eye on him, but this afternoon I did not go to the office. Kangen same voice Rio,” said Mr. Broto.

Wulan wondered. Watching at the office, maybe. But does he really come home after office hours, which Mr. Broto knows.

***

Restu did not come home. Even her and Lisa were both out of work that day.

Restu called the office and said he was not feeling well. That said, just in case, if his father came to the office and asked. And fortunately his father did not come to the office that day, instead came to his house without him knowing.

Both are still in hotel beds. Lisa seems to be asleep, but not with Restu. He kept remembering his mother's threats about the bracelet. But how do I take it out of Lisa's hands? To ask him to come back, is impossible. Stealing it, certainly not easy. Many times she touched those flanged hands, but Lisa always felt it.

Restu who felt confused, then found a sense. He took his phone, and photographed the bracelet, from all sides.

***

Tomorrow again yes.