GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNINGBODAFROM 24

(Tien Kumalasari)

 

Mr. Broto was confused, the dashing man who was a prominent businessman still embraced his feet, even occasionally heard his prank.

“Pak Bram, please stand up, I'm not good this way,” said Mr. Broto while trying to wake up his guest.

“Let's sit down, and say what's up?”

“Father, before I obey your orders, I beg you, forgive me, whatever I have done,” he said in a trembling voice.

“What should I forgive? Mr. Bram has never done anything wrong.”

“Many sir, I'm sure to lie to you for a long time.”

“What does Mr Bram mean?”

“Say that you will forgive me.”

“But what should I forgive? I'm confused, I don't understand.”

"Father once said that I look like a driver, right?”

“Oh, my goodness, I have to apologize. Not that I equate my father with my driver. But ... indeed my driver's face is very handsome, very similar to Mr. Bram. But how do you know that I liken your face to my driver? Really not with a condescending intent,” said Mr. Broto who then felt frightened.

“No Sir, I'm not wrong. I am indeed Rio.”

If only Mr. Broto had not held the hand of the sofa, he would have fallen over. His eyes set the guest did not blink, while the guest who was Rio was bowing his face.

“What's Mr Bram kidding?”

“My name is Rio Bramantyo,” Rio replied without lifting his face.

“Rio? Driver Wulan?”

“I Rio driver bu Wulan.”

“You disguised as a driver, or you Rio disguised as a businessman?” mr. Broto was still confused, unable to so easily believe what Rio said.

“I Bramantyo disguised as a driver Pak.”

Mr. Broto leaned his body. Rio then sat in front of him.                                                                                                                                       

“I'm sorry, I beg you, forgive me Sir,” Rio said.

“So you're Rio? Rio the businessman who disguised himself as a busker, then became the driver of my family?” said Mr. Broto after being able to calm down.

“Iya Sir, I'm sorry.”

“Why ? Why would you do that? Sorry, I have ‘kamu’ now, because I used to. Are you angry?”

“No Sir, really, keep behaving as before, I am happy to receive this treatment, even if this cooperation has been running,” Rio said staring at Mr. Broto with compassion. He's still worried, Mr. Broto will be upset over what he's done.

“Say, why did you do it? Become a street busker, enter a restaurant, and willingly sing for me.”

“Verily, Wulan is my ex-boyfriend,” he said slowly. Still afraid that Mr. Broto will spray it.

“Wulan? Your ex-girlfriend?”

Rio nodded lethargicly.

“But he married the son of Mr.”

“You want to snatch it out of my son's hands?”

“No. Not at all. My love is sincere, holy, I sincerely Wulan side by side with other men, as long as Wulan lives happily.”

“You know that Wulan is unhappy?”

“Sorry, I do know. I saw Mr. Restu several times alone with a woman.”

“That's after you became my driver right? When you decided to step into my family as a driver, did you see that Restu was not a good husband?”

“When I busk, when Mr. Restu makes a rough voice, even yu Sarni once said that Mr. Restu is always rude to his wife.”

“Then you pretended to be a busker, what for?”

“Just want to see the state of Wulan, and feel confident that Wulan is happy.”

Mr. Broto took a long breath.

“But I never bothered Wulan, not even touching. I am willing to be a driver because I want to protect Wulan.”

“But you turned out to see that their household is a mess right?”

“I am very concerned for that.”

“Do you still love Wulan?”

Rio lowered his face.

“Because of the sincerity of that love, I was willing to do anything to protect her. If I was sure Wulan lived a happy life, I would have gone a long way to leave her, because for me the most important thing is the happiness of Wulan.”

“So obviously, you still love Wulan?”

“Ya Sir. But if Wulan rejects me, I won't feel hurt. Life is a choice.”

“Yes God, it is amazing how God unites separate love. But no, I must be sure Wulan still loves you. Now, Wulan is my son, and his happiness is my responsibility. If you can make her happy, then get close to her,” said Mr. Broto while staring intently at Rio.

Rio raised his face.

“Father will forgive me?”

“I can understand. But don't be in a hurry. If Wulan does not like you anymore, then you have to go all the way from her.”

Rio smiling. He slumped from his seat, grabbed Broto's hand, then kissed him for a long time.

“Alright, how about that cooperation? Just your wits too in order to apologize and approach me?”

Rio clasped tightly onto Broto's hand.

“No sir, of course not. Cooperation will continue to work, and I am sure this joint effort will be more developed for us.”

Mr. Broto smiled.

“Where is your staff coming today? Didn't you precede them?”

Rio looked at his hand watch.

“They'll be here in half an hour. No more and no less.”

“Alright, my men are ready to welcome in the meeting room.”

***

That day seemed strange. He is not as frequent as usual. He cleaned the house while occasionally smelling an open bottle of eucalyptus oil. The small bottle was always held, while the other hand swung a broom and a duster to clean the space and furniture.

Murnio's work did not escape the attention of Wulan who had just come out of the room. A few minutes ago, Mr. Broto called him, and asked him to come to the office. Wulan was pounding, surely Mr. Broto would repeat his order for him to help her in the office.

“Hm, alright, I will try it,” murmured at that time, while getting ready.

But when the aroma of eucalyptus oil spread across the room, then saw when Pure intermittently smelled that small bottle of eucalyptus oil, then Wulan approached Pure.

“Pure, you why?”

“Oh, this is Ma'am, it feels if not smell of eucalyptus oil kok I feel nauseous continue stomach feels bad.”

Wulan was glued to where she stood. Dizziness, nausea, the smell of eucalyptus oil .. Not because Wulan had ever felt it, but he had heard one of his friends tell me, when she was pregnant, the complaint he said was almost the same as Pure's complaint.

“Why to doctor Mom, no, I don't want.”

“Pure, what you feel is strange. You are sick.”

“I feel no pain, I can do many things. Home cleaning, cooking ..”

“Pure, don't be recalcitrant yes. We should go to the doctor in the afternoon. You have to want.”

“But I'm afraid Mom, really I'm afraid.”

“I accompany you. I'll also ask her doctor not to inject you.”

Purely looked at Wulan doubtfully. Actually he's really scared. But because Wulan forced, he did not dare to say ‘not’.

“OK, Pure, now rest. And no need to cook, I will buy cooked side dishes later.”

Purely just nodded. But when Wulan left, she continued her cleaning activities. He cleansed his body, then went into his room. It was true, Pure felt something strange on his body. Dizziness, weakness, nausea. But he felt that just because of the cold then he felt a little disturbed.

He laid his body. Grateful that Wulan was very understanding, did not ask him to cook, because in fact he was reluctant to cook.

He closed his eyes, while one hand brought the eucalyptus oil bottle closer to his nose.

“This must be a stomach disorder, because yesterday too much eating rujak,” murmured while continuing to close his eyes, hoping that the dizziness will soon disappear. Actually Wulan has shown a dizzy medicine in the cupboard of medicine, which if he feels dizzy then just take it. But this time Pure was reluctant to move his body that felt limp.

***

Broto knocked on Wulan's door when he saw that the house was locked. But many times he rang the guest bell, even knocked on the door, there was no answer from inside.

“What Wulan goin?  He said Rio asked permission for a few days, surely he then went alone, just as Pure.

But then Broto called Wulan. Several times not lifted.

“Yeah, surely Wulan keeps her phone in the bag, so do not hear the phone ring from me.”

Then Broto felt guilty, because he had not asked Wulan to come.

Broto sat on the terrace, trying to call a taxi online, but then heard the door opened from the inside.

“Oh, there's Bu Broto ,” Pure screeched in shock.

“Where have you been? I've rang the bell, knocked on the door, you didn't open it right away. I've been calling a cab.”

“Sorry Mom, I'm in the bathroom, my stomach is a little bad taste.”

“Hm, your stomach hurts? Stinky smell of eucalyptus oil. Where's Miss Wulan?”

“Bu Wulan left, earlier father called, so that bu Wulan immediately went to the office of mr.”

“Oh, so Wulan to the office? Apparently he was forcing Wulan to help him in the office.”

“Iya Bu.”

“Yes already, if you are sick, go back to sleep there, I just want to go home.”

“Don't Mom, I made you drink first, then you should wait, who knows bu Wulan not long.”

“Your stomach still hurts? A heartburn? Diarrhea?”

“No Ma'am, just a little bad taste. Looks like my stomach is disturbed, yesterday ate rujak mostly.”

“O, how are you. Eating anything if you overdo it, it definitely causes pain. Already taking the medicine?”

“I don't know which stomach pain medicine Bu.”

“In the closet of medicine is there, try to find, and read the etiquette, surely you know, the period can not read, the son of high school graduates?”

“Iya Ma'am, later Pure search, or wait bu Wulan alone, afraid wrong. Anyway ma'am Wulan said, later in the afternoon would invite Murni to the doctor.”

“O, yes already then.”

“I made a drink Yes Bu.”

“No need Mur, I'd like to book a taxi. Do not know also Wulan will be long or not, besides you are sick.”

“Not really sick anyway Mom, most only stomach disorders.”

“Whatever, the name of the disorder is also a disease.”

“Yes already, I order a taxi, you'll fall asleep there.”

“Bu, but don't say symbok if I'm sick yes, fear symbok worry.”

“Iya, alright.”

***

Wulan was surprised, when he entered Mr. Broto's room, but the room was empty. His secretary is invisible. He sat on the couch, waiting.

“Where are you Father, if you go, why did you call me?” he muttered while opening the magazine located on the table.

Suddenly someone came in.

“Bu Wulan?” ask a beautiful girl, whom Wulan once knew as secretary Mr. Broto.

“Ya?”

“Pak Broto is waiting for Mom in the meeting room.”

“Oh, alright.”

“Let me deliver,” said the girl.

Wulan followed the secretary with a thumping chest.

“It seems that this time I can't dodge anymore,” murmured inwardly.

But to Wulan's surprise, when she entered the meeting room, she saw Rio was there, sitting in front of Mr. Broto. No one else but Broto and Rio .

Wulan held back her steps.

“Wulan, why stop there, come here,” said Mr. Broto as he waved his hand.

Wulan stepped slowly, slightly trembling as Rio continued to look at her while smiling comically.

“What is this? Rio's already met father, and he's actually Rio. Did Rio come as a businessman who will work together?” the Inner word Wulan.

“Wulan, why are you? Here, I introduce you to our wonderful business partner.”

Wulan stepped slowly, then Mr. Broto asked him to have Wulan sit between himself and Rio.

“Pak Bram, introduce, this is Wulandari, my son. He will be my representative from today,” said Mr. Broto while holding a smile.

“Mr, tap ... pi.”.

“This is an order, and everything has been decided,” said Mr. Broto toilet.

Wulan lowered her face.

“In addition, Mr. Bram actually also wants to propose to you. Are you willing to be his wife?”

Wulan felt the earth she was treading swaying.

***

Tomorrow again, yes,