GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL 21
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL 21
(Tien Kumalasari)
Pure saw who came, gesturing with his eyes to Wulan.
“Wulan,” the man looked at Wulan with a heartfelt look.
Wulan looked over and was surprised.
“Mas Restu?”
“Can I sit?”
Wulan was a bit doubtful. He saw Restu who was thin, his clothes shabby. Then his compassion.
“Please. Would you like to eat?”
Restu nodded, in fact he was indeed very hungry.
“You eat what and drink what?” ask Wulan.
“As far as you are,” he said as he lowered his face.
Wulan immediately waved to the waiter, and ordered a meal and drink for Restu.
Wulan looked at Restu. Those eyes are so empty. The fierce attitude he had always shown, was no longer visible. A month ago her father kicked her out, and it seems she hasn't gotten anything to hold on to.
“I'm sorry,” his Restu lirih.
Purely silent down. His hatred for the man before him was still real. He looks unwilling to look at her. He even rushed to finish his meal, then left to go to the car first.
“You want to wait in the car? All right, here's the key,” Wulan said as she held out her car keys.
“Pure, forgive me,” said Restu before Pure left, but Pure did not answer. He kept walking out of the restaurant.
Restu breathed a heavy sigh.
“It is hard to forgive sins as big as I did, I realize.”
“Repent, that Allah may help you.”
The food ordered has been in session, Wulan invited her ex-husband to eat. Although hatred has been ingrained, but a compassionate heart still surrounds his attitude. He would let people go hungry and seem to need help.
Wulan was still eating a bit of her food, then they ate together.
Wulan finished her meal first, as indeed she was already close to finishing when Restu came.
“Where do you live Mas?”
“Still in a cheap guesthouse.”
“Oh ...”
“Wulan, I feel guilty, I'm sorry yes,” said Restu after finishing his meal.
“I already forgave him before you asked for it. But I can't forget it yet.”
“I know.”
“What's Mas's next plan?”
“Wulan, can I make up for my mistake by coming back with you?”
Wulan's surprised. Luckily he had finished eating, otherwise all the food would have been spilled out of his mouth. He then grabbed the rest of his drink, and finished it.
“I'm serious. May it? I will do good, and be a good husband to you, ”.
Wulan breathed a heavy sigh.
“It wasn't easy Mas.”
“Not easy that doesn't mean it can't, does it?”
“And can't,” says Wulan.
“Can't?”
“Sorry Mas. My own father divorced us, and I am grateful that my father and mother did not throw me away, even though I was no longer his daughter-in-law.
“Does the divorce papers exist?”
“Although the process is running, I cannot unplug it. Even so, I will always pray for you, so that you soon find a good way of life for you. If you can manage your life, I am sure your father and mother will be able to receive you back.”
Restu lowered his face. From the beginning he was also not sure Wulan could take it back. Earlier, as he was walking to forage, it happened to see Wulan eating with Pure. He tried to approach her, and it turned out that she had a painful answer. Wulan.
“Mas, I have a little money, put it on. I have to go home soon,” Wulan said while putting two million on the table, where Restu still lowered his face.
Restu raised his face, and saw Wulan paying for his food at the cashier, then came out without looking at him again.
Restu sighed, glanced towards the stack of money on the table, and put it in his pocket. Don't be embarrassed because he needs it.
***
When Wulan entered her car, she saw Pure asleep in the front seat, next to the steering wheel. Wulan smiled haru. Looking at his slumbering face as if without any burden, the feeling of haru immediately swept his chest. The good and innocent girl, who should have been awake to her chastity, was marred by the rampage of a human-faced demon named Restu. Wulan was inexhaustible, why Restu suddenly asked for a referral. How could Wulan possibly accept it? There was no love between them, and throughout the marriage they did not want, there was never the slightest happiness between them. Even hurt each other. If Wulan accepts, even if there is a sweet promise said by Restu, Wulan does not want to accept it. He believes Restu is almost desperate, because he can not find a way to live independently. Since long ago, he had never felt pain, and now he felt he could not do anything, then wanted to go back to marriage with promises that he could either keep or not.
Wulan started her car, and slowly ran her car. Suddenly Pure woke up.He rubbed his eyes, like waking up from a dream.
“Sorry Mom, I overslept,” she said a little embarrassed.
“It's okay Pure, if you still want to sleep, just sleep again.”
“No. Already lost his sleepiness.”
“Thank God. We're home now, yeah.”
“What did he do?”
“Ingin refer back.”
“Mother received it?”
“Of course not. Divorce letter is not out yet, want to refer?”
“If it's already out?”
“That's all I don't want. I felt, what he wanted to do earlier, because he was stuck, unable to do anything. Not because of real consciousness.”
“If he comes back, better I go.”
“Not Pure, you will always be with me.”
“Thank you Miss Wulan.”
***
When Wulan and Pure entered the courtyard, she saw Rio sitting on the terrace, while flipping open his laptop.
Purely open the door of the house and bring the groceries inside.
“A long time Rio?”
“About one hour.”
“Sorry yes, I keep shopping lunch outside. Have you eaten?”
“Not yet, I guess I can eat here with you.”
“Nothing, Pure buy cooked side dishes that can be directly eaten. Want to go inside?”
“No, the driver should not carelessly enter the employer's house,” Rio said with a smile.
Wulan returned that smile.
“I told you, immediately stopiksn all this right?”
“Not that I don't want you to be here every day, I'm worried that you and your mother first know who you really are, and that might be bad. It could be that you are offended because you have been lying to the Broto.” family
“Iya, I know.”
“So soon do Rio, I want our life to be quiet without anything we hide.”
“Iya, relax, angel-ku.”
“I change clothes first, all of you ask Pure to prepare a meal for you,” Wulan said as she stepped back.
Rio nodded. He picked up his guitar, then strummed it on the porch, while waiting for Pure to prepare a meal for him.
“I can’t stop loving you …
“Mas Rio often sang the song,” said Murni suddenly, while bringing guava juice and a plate of fried chicken rice along with sambal and lalapan.
Rio smiled, while continuing his song. Purely put everything he carried on the table.
“I can’t stop loving you, I’ve made up my mind. To live in memories, of the lonesome time, I can’t stop waiting you …
Pure was still standing at the door, listening to Rio sing his song, until it was done.
Rio laughed at the funny looking Pure.
“You like the song? Or like my voice?” kanda Rio's.
“Both Mas but I only know the meaning of the beginning Mas sing it.”
“What does it mean, try?”
“I can't stop loving you, can I?” ask Pure.
“Pinter you Pure. Oh yeah, at school, you also got English lessons right?”
“Iya anyway, but my English value is ugly. But who exactly did Mas Rio sing that song for? Mas Rio has a girlfriend huh?”
“I love my girlfriend very much.”
“Ya canoe, beautiful once. Where is now Rio's boyfriend?”
“Ah, you .. want to know ..”
Pure laughs funny.
When Wulan came out, she smiled at Rio's reply.
“Abviously Pure asks what the hell is Rio?”
“Ask where my girlfriend is, try .. how should I answer her?”
Pure laugh.
“Soalya Mas Rio singing the song continues Bu. So I asked, did Rio mas have a girlfriend, if had, where is his girlfriend now, so.”
“Later you will know for yourself who is the boyfriend of Rio.”
“Ya already, Pure to the back first, mas Rio please eat,” said Pure who then moved to the back.
“Eat Rio,” says Wulan.
“Please wait,” says Rio spoiled.
“Ih, not polite, the employer was told to wait for the driver to eat,” joked Wulan to reply to Rio's joke.
“Nothing, I am a disrespectful driver. Where you can say polite, the driver loves the employer. But my love is polite love. Isn't love not a sin?”
Wulan smiled sweetly, then sat down in front of Rio.
“The sinner is a time when love cannot put where he should be.”
“Hm, good. And fresh juice jamnya,” said Rio while sipping guava juice served Pure.
“My love I put it in a safe place. Because the love that can put where he should be is sincere love.”
“Already, just eat first, do not need to mgegombal.”
Rio laughed crisply, then enjoyed the food greedily, because in waiting for the ‘majar’ whom he always called an angel.
***
Restu sat in a garden, staring at the surroundings in amazement. All this time he never enjoyed the beauty of nature, the cool wind and the fragrant flowers. His heart and soul were covered in the temptation of satanic lust which always felt beautiful and satisfying. But then dropped it in an unforgivable papa. Even the former wife who was loving towards others, and soft-hearted then refused him to return.
Now, in the cool afternoon that shady trees were overshadowing him, the breeze of the wind was fanning him, the fragrance of flowers touching his nose, he just felt that everything that was felt in this afternoon was so soothing to his soul. The soul that was once lost, the soul that was never satisfied, now feels so calm, and comfortable.
Where was all this before? Why not feel it before?
Restu felt his pocket, in the wallet only a few tens of thousands of rupiah left, then his ex-wife gave him another two million. What's the money for? It used to be that two million could vanish in an instant, just to fill the stomach and have some fun. Sometimes it can be less. But now, the two jujas felt really big. Restu did not feel tears dripping, then immediately rubbed with the end of his sleeve.
“Yes god .. show me the best way to live your servant,” whispered in sorrow, then once again his tears fell.
Why do we remember God now? Where has God been missing in his life?
“Restu? Are you really Restu?” a greeting suddenly surprised him.
He saw a man of his own age, who stood looking at him in wonder. Restu had known him, but had forgotten where, and who he was. For a while he remembered, and then he mentioned a name.
“Supri? Supriyanto?”
The man laughed happily as Restu finally remembered him.
“I'm glad you remember me,” he said while sitting next to Restu.
Supri was a high school friend during High School, then separated after graduation. Supri quit school because of the absence of fees, while Restu then went to college until completion. But Supri looks more dashing and fresh now.
“I hardly recognize you Restu. I heard you became a businessman, continuing your parents' efforts. But look at your appearance. I am really surprised. What the hell's going on? You are like a lost child, Restu,” Supri said as she continued to stare at her former schoolmate.
“My bad luck, I was kicked out by my own parents.”
“You were expelled? How cruel your parents are Restu.”
“No, I was wrong.”
Then Restu told all his life stories. From his bad behavior, to forgetting all the good things, and falling into his unworthy behavior. Everything is told, until his father kicked him out without bringing any treasure.
Supri looked at him pity. He knew his friend wanted to repent.
“Now where do you live?”
“I stayed at the inn, and almost ran out of money.”
“Yeah, even if the inns are cheaper than the hotel, but you chose it wrong, while your money is not much.”
“I'm confused what to do.”
“Because you're used to living luxury. Now if you want to improve your life, come with me. My house is a simple house, but my wife will be happy if I intend to help a friend, to come stay at my house.”
“Living in your home? Isn't it troublesome?”
“Important whether you want to or not, after that come to work at my place, I have a small workshop.”
“What workshop?”
“Mobile. But if you still like to live well, surely this job is not good for you. A day of hard work, oiled ...”
“I want, whatever I want, Supri.”
“Take your things at the inn, and come to my house.”
Perhaps Restu's cry has touched the end of the sky, and God has led his hand to step onto a path, which may be the best for his life.”
***
Tomorrow again yes.
