GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNING FROM EPISODE 02

Wulan was still glued to her place, staring at Yu Sarni unblinkingly. The one being stared at was still grinning while picking up vegetables and ready to pluck them.

“Ran, what the busker wears horse glasses, so seeing a woman like Yu Sarni is considered an angel,” murmured still with a smile.

“Ya already Ni, just grateful, if anyone calls you bidadari,” said bu Broto while sitting at the kitchen table.

“Iya Ma'am, the busker is handsome too.”

“Still young?”

“Still young, his voice was good, wearing a hat almost covered his entire face, but yu Sarni caught a glimpse when the hat was slightly raised to the top, indeed handsome. Unfortunately, Yu Sarni does not understand the song sung, the language is not Javanese. If for example the song Jenang Gula, or Yen Ing Tawang, that is, yu Sarni must be singing,” he murmured.

Inevitably Wulan who was stunned to hear it, then laughed amusedly at the babble of yu Sarni. But he kept asking, is the handsome guy silly so hard to be all the buskers?

“If bu Wulan comes out, yes it is certainly not surprising, because bu Wulan is indeed beautiful,” yu Sarni still babbles while smiling.

“The busker fell in love with you Ni,” chirps bu Broto again.

“Wah, this mother. Wherever there is, handsome young people really fall in love with Yu Sarni who is half old and ugly anyway.”

“Love is blind Yu,” continued Wulan who can calm her mind.

“If it's a blind lady. Hehee..”.

“But you are happy right, called ‘bidadar’ ?

“Iya Bu, happy and deg-deg an. This I am still worried, is my heart still there, or has fallen when he said hello earlier.”

“Yeah, try deh Yu, searched ahead there, who knows really fall.”

The kitchen became boisterous with laughter, when he heard Yu Sarni blabbing incessantly.

“Indeed he was singing what Yu was? Wulan asked while preparing the seasoning.

“Ndon't know his name Ma'am, use lap ... lap. I remember yu Sarni, ‘lap’ it means love, yes?”

“Yes, really Yu.”

“If Java language yes I understand, or Indonesian song, yu Sarni must also understand.”

“If he really loves you, Ni, next time definitely come again here,” said Broto while standing, not wanting to disturb the busy cooking of his daughter-in-law and maid.

"Indeed he said that, ma'am."

Wulan. Next time come here?

What the heck Rio,” murmured in heart, anxious.

***

That afternoon, as usual, Restu never came home for lunch, although his mother's father always said that he should eat at home because his wife cooked every day for the whole family.

Apparently Restu prefers to spend his time with Lisa, the girl he loves because he willingly always gives up his body which he says is a sign of love.

The satisfaction he gained was always exchanged for valuables, whatever his lover asked for. And that's why Lisa did it. You see, the rewards really make it a luxurious and prosperous life. He did not even feel hurt when Restu had to marry the girl of his parents' choice, because Restu would remain beside him, and promised not to touch his wife.

“Do you really never touch your wife? Isn't she very pretty?” lisa said while they were eating at a fancy restaurant as usual.

“No Lisa, you have to trust me, my love is only for you,” said Restu as he stared affectionately at his lover.

“You should have refused when your parents forced you to marry Wulan.”

“That can't be Lisa, my parents are very hard at governing. Not just about work, but about what I have to do. The threat is very scary, because I will be removed from the list of sole heirs, and I have no right to sit as a leader in my father's company.”

“Yes too anyway. If that really happens, you become poor dong.”

“No, if I am poor, how can I give you everything you ask for?”

“It's good that you've thought about it. It's okay you have a wife, as long as we can still have fun together.”

“How about you get pregnant ?”

“Do you like it when I'm pregnant?”

“Not like it, but my mother's father will be angry. Very wrathful, and the threat will really be implemented.”

“Iya darling, you don't have to worry because I always wear safety when with you.”

“Thank you my love, the important thing is we can always have fun.”

They spend lunch together, before Restu has to return to his office, and so does Lisa who works at a boutique in the city.

“Don't forget tonight you pick me up, I'll be ready before seven o'clock, okay,” Lisa said with a flirtatious glance.

“Iya, definitely. My night would be meaningless without you,” said as he stood up and then grabbed Lisa's arm, invited her out, and then escorted Lisa to work before she herself returned to her office.

***

That afternoon Restu had arrived home, then went straight into his room. Wulan was sitting on the sofa, reading a women's magazine. Restu said nothing, let alone greeted him. He took off his shoes and went to the bathroom.

As usual Wulan prepared a change of clothes for her husband, put him in the dressing room, then he went out.

They are not like a married couple, because they have never been seen talking. But as Wulan's wife always does her job, by preparing clothes for her husband, serving him to eat if by chance Restu eats at home. That'sallthatis. Each night they slept separately. If Restu sleeps in bed, then Wulan chooses to sleep on the sofa, because he knows Restu never wanted it.

“Mana Restu?” broto asked when he saw Wulan coming out of the room.

“New bath Bu,” replied Wulan, then she sat on the sofa of the living room, while looking at the television show.

Broto's mom caught up with him, sat down near his daughter-in-law.

“Say to your husband, later tonight we all have to come to the condangan.”

Wulan raised her face. Really she was reluctant to talk to her husband, because the responses obtained always make her hurt.

“There was an invitation from a relative of your father, Mr. Samsudin, to marry his son. Tonight's her wedding reception. We all have to come.”

“Oowh ..” was just that Wulan responded, then he looked back at the television. He knew that Mr. Samsudin was a well-known businessman in the city, and was still a relative of his father-in-law.

“Let's wear your bracelet that's the same twin mom yes,” pinta bu Broto. When Restu got married, Broto gave his daughter-in-law a jeweled bracelet. He ordered two bracelets, for himself, and for Wulan.

“Ya Bu.”

"Immediately tell your husband Wulan, don't let him go anywhere tonight,” said Ms. Broto standing up.

Wulan stood up, and stepped into the room reluctantly. Why should I take Restu anyway, wouldn't it be better to travel without him? Her inner word.

Slowly he opened the door, saw that Restu had finished his bath, and was combing his hair.

“Mas ..” Slowly Wulan said. Restu did not look.

“Later tonight we have to follow the father of the mother, to the wedding reception of the relatives of the father.”

Restu looked over, his face turning dark.

“Why should I come? Tonight I have my own show,” he said as he threw a comb in front of the mirror.

“I was just told to convey, it's up to you or not,” said Wulan no less cold.

“That's your wits isn't it? You want to go with me, so that people see, that you are my wife?”

“Omong empty.”

“Whatever you say,” Wulan turned her body then came out of the room. He held back the desire to slam the door hard as an impingement, simply because he had to respect his two in-laws who loved him dearly.

“Mana Restu?” this time, Broto asked.

“In room, Mr.” Answer Wulan.

“Try calling here, I want to talk.”

Wulan turned her body, reopening the room reluctantly. He just looked inside.

“Father called you,” then Wulan again closed the door.

Shortly thereafter Restu came out, already in neat clothes.

“Where are you going?”

“You're out for a minute Sir.”

“Every night always out .. out .. “

“Meet with school friends sir, usually meet at a food stall, or what, just rame-rame,” replied Restu at will.

“What do you mean? You already have a wife, and still like to wander by yourself?”

“Wulan don't like to go rame-rame.”

“Yes find a place that your wife likes,” Mr. Broto's face starts to darken.

“Let me ask him,” replied Restu as it passed.

“Wait,” exclamation mr Broto.

Restu stopped his steps.

“Ya Pak.”

“Tonight we have to come to the reception of Mr. Samsudin. You are with your wife too.”

“But _”

“Nothing but, it is not good if only the same father mother who came. He is also our brother.”

“Restu has promised a friend Restu,” protest Restu.

“Cancel that appointment. This is more important,” said Mr. Broto toilet.

Restu went back into his room with a dark face. He took his phone and called Lisa.

“Sorry Lisa .. “

“Why? You can't come tonight?” tell Lisa from across the street when Restu calls her.

“There is a family event, which I did not know before. I'm ready to go actually, but you forbid me to go.”

“Hiiih, very obedient you, sometimes against why? Did you promise to pick me up?” the voice of Lisa.

“I told you, but you don't want to know.  You see we have to come on the show.”

“What way the hell?”

“The wedding reception of one of the relatives. Sorry yes, tomorrow we are satisfied, even after coming home from our office immediately have fun.”

“Really?”

“I promise. You don't get mad ya.”

“Awas yes, if lying.”

“No, dear.”

Restu hung up his phone, as Wulan walked into the room. The originally cheerful face after talking to Lisa, became dark covered in cloudiness.

“Actually I've made a deal with my boyfriend,” grunts without looking at Wulan, who is opening the closet to change clothes immediately.

Wulan did not answer.

“You know right, I just love him?”

“As for who you want to love,” after Wulan while choosing her clothes, then walk to the dressing room.

“If you know that I don't love you, why don't you go too?” he screamed from outside the dressing room.

“Same father to mother if you want me to go.”

“Huh, baby ya release the luxury you feel in this house?” shouted again.

Wulan's heartache heard it. She had this marriage because of a message from her parents before she died. But she was often hurt with sharp words that slashed, so she did not care anymore about the words spoken from her husband's mouth. It even arose in his heart that he wanted to avenge that humiliation by staying, so that Restu would feel annoyed every day.

Wulan continued to change clothes, and came out after finishing wearing her clothes. A bone-white dress, with flowers adorning her bottom and chest. She also wears a beautiful green hood, matching the clothes that adorn her dress.

Restu glanced at him. He had to admit, Wulan is beautiful. He swallowed his saliva, then turned his face away. He does not want to be tempted by the beauty of his wife, because Lisa is more evocative of his taste. He saw Wulan sitting in front of the mirror, perfecting her makeup.

Restu snorted in annoyance, then moved out of the room.

“You're not ready?” reprimanded his mother when she saw that Restu had not changed his clothes.

“Ya, in a moment, he said as he moved back.

***

At the reception, Mr. Broto saw Restu walking at will, like not coming with his family.

“Restu, take your wife,” the order.

Wulan instead walked beside her mother-in-law, and held her hand.

Restu felt faint when he saw the gaze of Mr. Broto. He approached Wulan and pulled her hand. He forgot, that near his parents he should be sweet to his wife.

Wulan had to comply. Swallowing the pretense that enveloped his life.

Without Wulan noticing, a pair of eyes were staring at him.

***

Tomorrow again, yes,