GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL 19
(Tien Kumalasari)
Episode 19's
Ms. Broto looked up at her beloved daughter-in-law.
“What did you say, Wulan?”
“Everything's done, Mom, I promised you I'd divorce us. So there's no point in me being here anymore. Allow me to go.”
“No Wulan, you can not go,” said bu Broto who then returned sobbing.
“Why Mom, I'm nobody here anymore. Forgive me if all this time I made a mistake, and disappointed father or mother.”
“Don't Wulan. We've lost Restu, lest we lose you too. Your decision was wrong Wulan. You are still my son,”
Wulan fell silent. He had seen, Mr. Broto's face was grim, and looked at him like he did not like it. Probably because he never said anything about Restu. It was meant to calm her in-laws, but what happened was that then they kind of blamed her. That guilt then prompted Wulan to leave.
“Wulan feeling guilty. It turns out that Wulan's move to protect Restu's mother was wrong. He's getting tangled up because there's no barrier.”
But is it really because of Wulan? Hasn't it been Restu's determination to continue with Lisa? That now he was drunk, then had the heart to commit rape, it was because he felt that Lisa betrayed him.
“No, don't be. It's your fault that always protects him, but not everything is your fault. Restu had fallen because of the woman's temptation. Somehow Restu darkened his eyes and did cruel things to Pure.”
“She got drunk Bu.”
“Is he often drunk?”
“Considering Wulan new that time I saw Mast Restu drunk.”
“There must be a reason. Maybe he was frustrated, I don't know what. He also had the heart to deceive mom about the bracelet. Surely he could not bear to ask him back, then make his imitation with imitation, because he did not have much money anymore.”
“Perhaps because Restu's money is not as abundant as it used to be, then the woman left him, I don't know. A few days ago he borrowed five million money to me.”
“You gave it?”
“If uncertain he will be angry.”
“The woman must have asked, then because she has no more, then borrowed it with you.”
“Maybe Bu.”
Broto wiped his tears. A lot of things hurt him. The behavior of his only child, and the expulsion of the child by his own father.
“Please don't go, Wulan.”
“I am no longer mother's daughter-in-law, after divorce. It's not nice if I continue with this family.”
“You are not my daughter-in-law anymore, but you became my son.”
Wulan was silent, it was undeniable, her two in-laws loved her very much, but after this incident, Wulan felt he had to leave.
Broto's mom held him down while crying.
“Do not go Wulan. You're my son.”
***
Rio was astonished because Mr. Broto was only briefly in the office. It was only about two hours later that she had returned, and had Rio drive her home.
“You know what happened, Rio?” ask Mr. Broto on his way.
“I don't know what you mean.”
“You also don't know what Restu did all this time?”
Rio's speechless. Mr. Broto's tone of voice is not as usual. Like a depressed person, like holding back anger. Rio had no idea what was happening, but Mr. Broto was like accusing him that he knew something. Restu's behavior? He knows, but does he have to be frank with his father?
“Conducting my son, my only son, whom I hope to be heir to my company. Really disappointing.”
Mr. Broto sighed, like holding back the tightness in his chest.
“So I told one of the staff to take care of her divorce.”
Rio's surprised. This time he looked to the side. He saw Mr. Broto's dim gaze, without light.
“Divorce .. who is Sir?”
“Divorce Restu and Wulan, divorce period I'm with my wife?”
Rio sighed. Either a breath of concern, or a breath of gratitude. There was hope looming in his dreams.
“Dispersed?” muttered Rio, as to himself.
“It's the only way. And I drove him out.”
Rio remembered when this morning saw Restu with the appearance of fretfulness, wet body, walking pulling a suitcase. He wanted to ask, but he stopped it. Only now did he hear the real events.
“I'm very sad, disappointed, frustrated. But that was a lesson for him. The mistake was heavy. Cheating, lying, stealing, and now …. “
Rio turned his head towards Mr. Broto, like waiting for what he would say. A little while Mr. Broto then kept quiet. But suddenly …
“Merkosa .. “
“What?” rio said half-shouting. Bad shadows flashed. Was she raped by her husband? Rio clenched his hand furiously.
“Pure innocent girl.”
“What?” Rio had to convince what he heard, as he was in a furious and angry mood, so unsure of what he heard. Is it really pure that was raped?
“Come home drunk, then rape maid Wulan.”
“Yes God,” complains Rio. I didn't think Restu would do it.
“Let him go, and accept all this as a lesson. He left with nothing but the clothes he carried in his suitcase.”
“I'm sorry ..”
“I regret Wulan's attitude. She knew her husband's behavior, but never reported it to her parents.”
“Perhaps .. bu Wulan just want to keep the feeling of the Father, same mother.”
“Perhaps that's the reason.”
Suddenly Mr. Broto's phone rings. From wife.
“Ya Ma'am. I'll go straight home. You still there?”
“Father should be home immediately Wulan.”
“What else? Let everything calm down first. I also want to calm down.”
“Wulan want to go.”
“Wulan want to go?” pekik mr. Broto.
Rio-pun surprised. Spontaneously he turned his head towards Mr. Broto.
“If Wulan goes, where will he go? I should have been told,” said Rio's inner voice that suddenly thumped incoherently.
“Stop, don't let him go.”
“Quick Father came, I could not prevent it.”
Broto's sir hung up.
“Rio, to Wulan's house,” his orders.
Without being told twice Rio turned the bow, heading towards Wulan's house. He also wanted to know what happened, and what exactly Wulan meant.
Both of them were silent for a while. Until then it reached the Wulan house, and Rio stopped it.
Broto rushed into the house. He saw his wife sitting on the sofa while leaning her body. She got up when she heard her husband's steps.
“Pak ..”
“What's up?” ask Broto while sitting down.
“Wulan forced me to leave I have prevented it, it seems he was reckless. Please persuade him.
“Where is he?”
“In his room.”
“Beginning,” shouted Mr. Broto rather loudly.
Wulan sat down, lowered her face.
“Where are you going?”
“Let me go ,” down.
“Where to go? Go home to your house? Hasn't your parents' house been sold? I'm taking care of your divorce and Restu's. There are people who will solve it.”
“If I am no longer the daughter-in-law of this family, then I should go.”
“Who says like that?”
Wulan lowered her face. He felt Mr. Broto blamed him for covering up Restu's actions, so that Restu's behavior became more so.
“I feel guilty, sorry.”
“For what else is it?”
“I've covered everything, not said it to Father or mother, it's because_”
“Already, I know what you are going to say.”
Wulan wiped her tears.
“Before you are not the son-in-law of the Broto family, but you will be our son.”
Wulan raised her face.
“Since you've been married, we don't consider you a son-in-law. You are our son. You are amazed at your goodwill, your attitude, your sincerity. That's why we think of you not as a son-in-law, but as a child ourselves.”
“I feel guilty.”
“No, do you feel that I am angry with you? I understand what you're doing, and I appreciate it. Don't feel guilty. My own son who because of the seductive woman then forgot everything. Doing bad, and damned,” sir Broto felt sad. Face grim. Wulan looked at him and felt pity. He knows Mr. Broto sincerely said it. He knew that his family loved him.
“Don't go,” said Mr. Broto sanguine.
Wulan slumped down from her seat, grabbed Broto's leg and sniffed there.
“Already, stand.”
Mr. Broto tried to lift Wulan's body and told him to sit back.
Suddenly Pure appeared and gathered near Wulan.
“If bu Wulan leaves, I want to come with her,” she said in a trembling voice.
“No. Who wants to go?” said mr. Broto.
“Wulan and you will stay here. I apologize for Restu's uncivilized behavior. Are there any demands of you for me to make up for it?” said mr. Broto.
Pure shook his head.
“You want money? Tell me how much.”
“No.”
“What can I do to make amends for my son?”
“I ask, do not let the symbol know this event. I don't want to be sad. Let me bear it myself.”
“Good. Your lead will not know. Anything else?”
Pure is back to shakes.
“Alright, you will remain our family, stay here with Wulan, because this is his home.”
Wulan raised her face.
“It doesn't have to be so sir, it's the home of Father and Mother.”
“Later I will also take care that this house be on your behalf. Shut up and don't argue.”
***
The days continued to go by, Wulan paused her intention to leave. He did not want to refuse Broto's family's request to stay. Guilt has been deposited, because Mr. Broto no longer considers Wulan guilty.
That morning he saw Rio sitting on the steps of the terrace, holding a guitar, and playing it with his sweet voice.
“I can’t stop loving you ..”
“Rio,” call Wulan while sitting on the terrace.
“Good morning angel ..” he said softly.
“Sit here.” Wulan said while asking for Rio to sit on the chair.
Rio stood up, obeying Wulan's request, still embracing his guitar. Wulan thumped, Rio looked at her with a sharp look, feeling through his heart. Wulan turned her gaze the other way.
“Why?”
“It's done.”
“What do you mean? You really want to fire me?”
“Rio, you have to stop it. You're not a driver. You are a successful entrepreneur. You have a big name among business people in this city.”
“Pak Broto still asks that I be your personal driver.”
“Stop Rio,” Wulan plead.
“I'm glad to be able to stare at my bidadar every day.”
“Not this way.”
“I like, I like to be able to say good morning to my bidadar.”
“Rio, I'm still someone's wife.”
“Almost being an ex. I'm happy you finally got rid of him.”
Then without caring for Wulan anymore, Rio continued strumming his guitar. Wulan looked at him gently. Isn't it nice to be around someone she loves? But Wulan had to hold back. He didn't want Broto's family to know about his relationship with Rio. He wanted Rio to leave immediately and open his identity, but somehow, Rio still liked his job.
“Alright, I will go to the office now, if you want me to deliver you, contact me,” finally Rio said.
“Good. You better pursue your real work, I feel bad if this continues.
“You don't like it, I'm near you forever?”
“There will be a time, but not now.”
Rio nodded, then stood up.
“There's something I need to do. I'll be back.”
***
Mr. Broto was enjoying a cup of milk chocolate provided by Yu Sarni. Broto accompanied her, while watching a television show.
“Bu, breakfast is ready,” said yu Sarni from behind.
“Oh Yes Ni, briefly, new father saw news.”
“There are very generous entrepreneurs. He often gave away groceries to the poor. That, they are in an orphanage,” said Mr. Broto.
“It's great that you also do it.”
“I have done it often, but usually only in the form of money.”
“Pak, look, it's her face exactly like Rio isn't it?”
“Which one?”
“Yang was talking to the Mayor. Well, not seen anymore. Father, not paying attention. Like Rio deh. Exactly, the difference is he wears a suit, sunglasses, looks very handsome. Well, that's Mr... look again.”
Mr. Broto was astonished too. The face of someone who was shaking hands with the Mayor, exactly with Rio's face.
***
Tomorrow again yes.
