GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
EPISODE 29
Supri was astonished, suddenly Restu disappeared from his side. He looked back, maybe he was far behind, but he did not see his shadow.
Supri returned to the entrance, calling out Restu's name, but Restu seemed to have disappeared into the earth.
“Restu ! Restu !”
Nothing, everywhere nothing, he circled the whole arena of the crowd, not looking the shadow of his best friend.
“So beside me, how can it disappear suddenly?” mumbling fretted.
He walked out of the hotel yard and called Restu, but there was no answer.
“Where is the boy? Was so excited to greet the bride, why suddenly disappeared?”
Then Supri called him many times, and the umpteenth time, then he got an answer.
“Restu, where are you? In gondol kuntilanak?” pissed Supri.
“I'm already at home.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Lanjutin only the party, I better go home.”
“Why?”
“Suddenly my head feels very dizzy.”
“Yes geez. Why didn't you tell me you wanted to go home first? I muttered around the building and the yard, until my feet ached," Supri grumbled.
“Sorry, you're a little far from me, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. Sorry Supri,” he said then closed the conversation suddenly.
“Cambet perhaps. I feel something is strange. Why is he?”
And because of that fret, Supri also finally intends to go home. But no, he didn't come home, but went to the workshop where Restu lived.
***
Restu was curled up on the bed, with chaotic thoughts filling his mind.
“Rio .. Rio his driver Wulan, Rio Bramantyo .. that kind-hearted rich businessman? What I used to say a lot harshly, I was maki-maki because I always felt powerful, and he was just a driver. Oh my God, what should I do? My sin was so great, and woe again, he gave me a much more decent life than the homeless man who had no place to live and income as I had received. He ... he …
Restu's tears remembered him, remembering how great his sin was, and how much he had to bear the shame of the man he had originally humbled, turned out to be a great businessman who was famous for his generosity, even helping him.
The beautiful handsome face that is opposite Wulan, his ex-wife, who is very beautiful like the Goddess of Kahyangan. Then Restu covered his face with both hands.
“Dia .. she ... she ..” she is sad.
For a while he was drowning in wounds and regretted, until then his phone rang. From Supri.
“Surely he was angry that I just left him. After I was suddenly confused and confused,” muttered while opening his phone.
“Ya Pri,” say slow.
“Open the door, I'm downstairs,” said Supri who immediately closed her phone.
Restu went downstairs, met his best friend who must have been very upset. Without saying anything, he took her upstairs.
“You're welcome, or what?” ketus Supri as soon as they sit down.
“I'm so fucked.”
“You why? You were so excited to regret it because you felt indebted, right? Why suddenly run away?”
“Please don't get angry first.”
“Not only angry, I want to eat you,” annoyed Supri.
“Yeah, you have to hear my explanation first before getting angry.”
“Alright, but beware, if your explanation does not make sense, do not be my friend anymore,” threatened Supri.
“One-time cruel threat anyway,” said Restu, memelas.
“What's up?” said Supri in a rather low tone, hearing Restu's clear voice.
“That bride, my ex-wife.”
Supri.
“So that's your wife? Uh, your ex-wife? You are crazy, a beautiful wife is wasted,” Supri's nag.
“Have Pri, don't talk about it anymore.”
“Finally .. You were also shocked, seeing your wife hanging out with that great businessman right? You jealous? So now you feel the same love of your ex-wife? But regret then useless is not?” supri's nag is long like a sheet.
“Open up, not because I'm jealous or still in love with him.”
“Then what? In fact, you went straight home. Not strong to see him beside Bram sir, right?”
“Which name is Mr. Bram it's Rio, used to be my father's driver.”
Supri. He could not understand what Restu said. Mr Bram, the wealthy businessman, his father's driver Restu?
“You must be kidding right?”
“It's true. I don't know what the story is, but he's Rio, my father's driver, who turns out his name is Rio Bramantyo. The face pantes are very similar.”
“I mean ... used to be that he was just a driver, then became a rich businessman? Ah, how are you? Where might a driver suddenly be a word. After all he has been a subscription for my workshop since a few years ago, while you left the new house a few months ago.”
“I'm also confused. Was he disguised as a driver?”
“Why?”
“He was a busker.”
“Any.”
“That's why I got dazed, then ran home. You must forgive me Pri,” lamented Restu.
Supri breathed a heavy sigh.
“There are still many puzzles in your life that have not been answered. You must immediately find the answer, so that your life is calm.”
“Or I leave this workshop, then just go back to being a mechanic at your place?”
“Are you crazy? Here you become the boss, in my place you are only my employee.”
“But I'm calmer. I used to always patronize Rio. I was rude and used to rebuke him, now he's giving me a decent life. I can't take it Pri.”
“No, don't be stupid. All you have to do now is meet him. Apologize, say thank you, or something. Anyway it's up to you. And you also still have a job to find out about Murni.”
“Iya, but I'm confused.”
“You should be able to unravel the tangled threads that bind your heart and your feelings. Make your life comfortable.”
***
The party is over. Not a party full of cheers and frenzied, but a party that is very polite, full of sincerity in helping others, full of joy by gratitude and the expression ‘alhamdulillah’ timidly soar to the sky there.
Wulan woke up exhausted at dawn, then woke her husband and both gave thanks for all that was abundant. Not only for himself but also for many people who have the opportunity to receive a point of grace in sincere sincerity.
“Good morning, angel,” welcome Rio when they finish worshiping.
“Good morning, the riding prince who has no horses,” greet Wulan with an alluring smile.
“Lapaar,” complains Rio after sitting casually in the living room after taking a shower.
“I make breakfast first yes,” says Wulan with full face series by happy that shoot.”
“Sure dong,” Rio replied while pulling Wulan in his arms, then kissing her forehead gently.
“What breakfast you have, young master?” canda Wulan's.
“Anything made by my wife, must be delicious,” replied Rio steady.
“Yang easy first yes, how about fried rice and egg block?”
“That's my favorite food.”
“Good, young master.”
“Don't be long, angel.”
“Soon, my prince,” said Wulan cheerfully as she stepped towards the kitchen.
Rio tuned the television, and sat down to enjoy the show while leaning on his body.
Before long fragrant leaves throughout the room, coming from the kitchen. Unable to wait, Rio stepped into the kitchen, and hugged his wife from behind.
“For a long time anyway, hungry for nih,” lamented while continuing to hug his wife who was stirring fried rice in a skillet.
“Sabar dong, soon ready.”
“Buruan, if it is still a long time, you are the one I will eat,” Rio said without letting go of his wife.
“Rio, patient dong, and let me go, this is already willing to squeeze it from the pan.”
Rio let go of his embrace and sat down on the kitchen chair.
Wulan smiled sweetly, making Rio stunned to look at her.
“My nose is beautiful.”
Wulan flicked her lips, while putting the cooked fried rice in a stale.”
Rio was busy sniffing the aroma of the fried rice.
“Before dear, live eggs ceploknya yes,” said Wulan who is ready to install a frying pan on the stove.
“I want the eggs to mature, do not want the half-cooked.”
“Iya I know, time anyway, a wife does not know her husband's favorite.”
“Good,” said Rio who then took a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of fried rice that was ready.
“You eat in the kitchen only?”
“Iya, why is it. I can't stand it anymore,” he said as he scooped up another spoonful of fried rice. Wulan glanced at him and smiled. While waiting for the fried beef eggs, he took two plates and placed them on the table.
“Nih, put it here, if you want to eat now,” he said while spooning a plate of fried rice, and then return to beat the cooked eggs.
It was the first morning, where the two could eat together at home as husband and wife.
“Remember if I have to eat at the terrace table,” chirped Rio suddenly.
Wulan laughed in response.
“That was before you were fired from your job as a driver.”
Rio laughed out loud.
“You've been wanting to fire me for a long time, haven't you? Want to rush to apply huh?”
Wulan sneered, making Rio grow even more anxious.
That day they both spent time in the room. At lunch and dinner, they choose to cook together at home, between laughter as an expression of happiness.
***
“How is your new workshop, Rio,” asked Wulan when the night was sitting together on the front porch, enjoying a beautiful night among the stars that glitter and do not get tired to blink.
“Good, and well managed. Actually Restu a smart person controls a business.”
“He was educated by father. That then he mired into the mud puddle, it was because he was not strong faith, felt that all the beauty will be eternally enjoyed, not realizing the scent of the devil always gave him seductive lure.”
“But at last, the devil also made him scratched as he stepped, emaciated not a drop of dew wet.”
“You heard a lot from the Supri workshop owner right?”
“Yes, Supri is a friend of her High School, finds Restu in despair, then guides her to walk on the truth, leads her on the path of God, and Supri succeeds. I was glad that Restu would then go to great lengths to work, and remember his Lord. And that's also why I later helped him, so that he could stand upright with a decent income.”
“I am happy to have a husband who is affectionate towards others.”
“Let's gift dong,” whine spoiled Rio.
Wulan smiled as she kissed her husband's cheek. Not only one side, Rio pointed towards the other cheek which was then filled with joyful Wulan.
“Where do you want to go?” suddenly asked Rio.
“Walk? Wherever you can, to meatball stalls, wedang ronde ..”
“Ke overseas, I mean.”
“O, no. I still have a lot to learn to help my father. We don't go anywhere. I don't want to disappoint you,” said Wulan steady.
“Alright, I understand.”
“Are you going to work directly?”
“We have three days off yes, we are tired because the party is quite felt.”
“You forgot, with at home lingering, we are tired is not increased?”
The two newlyweds laughed softly, slightly blushing as a piece of the moon was mocking her.
***
That morning after a week from Rio and Wulan's wedding passed, Mr. Broto was sitting together with his wife on the terrace. They were waiting for the breakfast that Yu Sarni was preparing.
Suddenly a motorcycle stopped in front of the gate. Broto shouted to Sarni, to open the gate.
Yu Sarn rushed towards the gate while carrying the key. Stunned when the gate was already opened, Yu Sarni saw a familiar figure, coming down from the top of the motorcycle, directly hugging him tightly.
Stuttered yu Sarni received that hug.
***
Tomorrow again yes.
