GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNING FROM EPISODE 03

The pair of eyes glinted at the couple who joined hands in a friendly manner. Tender-hearted? It seemed so, only to gain the sympathy of the two parents who walked hand in hand near them. The truth is, there is no love in their hearts.

Wulan was even fed up, and wanted the event to end soon, and the pretense was also soon gone. Her husband's hand felt like a stinging ember, while he had to mingle with other invited guests, and had to put on a smile as bright as a flower blooms to everyone who experienced it.

“Aduh, this is a very harmonious couple you know Broto, such as Prabu Rama and Dewi Sinta,” chirps one of the beautiful women who is greeting her two in-laws, then also greet her and her husband. A row of white teeth was forced to appear, but Wulan felt that it was not a smile, it felt more like a slashing wedge, because she felt that Restu had just flicked his hand violently. Of course no one saw it, because the armband was slightly covered by her dress that was a little wide.

The pair of sharp eyes were wearing wide hats that covered almost his entire face. He continued to follow what a busy married couple did shaking hands with other invited guests. Someone wanted to shout, but could not get out of his mouth.

The show gets even more lively as the sounds of beautiful singers fill the room, accompanied by a single organ game.

Wulan barely enjoyed the evening's show, when suddenly a voice raced, beginning with familiar words in her ears.

“Good morning angel, uh sorry, good night angel,” said softly, then sang a song.

Wulan. His eyes immediately stared at the stage, and he saw a tall, sturdy man wearing a wide hat, which covered almost his entire face.

“I can’t stop loving you, I’ve made up my mind. To live in memories, of the lonesome time, I can’t stop wanting you ….

Wulan was caught up in the charm of that song, oh .. not the song, but the person singing it. Is he now a singer? Rio, what are you doing? Whispering of Wulan's heart.

Then there was the voice of a host on stage, after the song was finished being sung, and accompanied by low claps of the audience, because the voice of the singer was great.

“Person, that was the donation of a song from someone who did not want to be named. Well, he ran away. He said that his song was dedicated to an angel who was present in this place, who was the angel.”

Wulan followed the man in the hat with her eyes, which then disappeared behind the door separating the room from the rest of the room.

“It turns out that he did not become a singer, but only contributed a song. Well, how did he know that I was here?” the Inner word Wulan.

“Wulan, let's shake hands with the bride,” take Broto bu “Restu, where are you going? Come, take your wife back, we must greet her bride.”

Restu who wants to move away, stop stepping. He followed his parents and walked in parallel with his wife. Ogah took her again, tired. The grunt in the heart.

***

That night Wulan who had been lying on the sofa could not immediately close her eyes. He looked towards the empty bed. Apparently Restu has not gone to sleep. Then he saw the husband come out of the dressing room, and wear clothes that are usually used if you want a way out. Casual clothes, and jean pants that are fastened while walking. It seemed that he was going to come out, and hurriedly change his clothes. Then he took his car keys, and got out of the room.

Wulan did not say a word. She didn't care if her husband left or went to bed. Now he pulled the blanket over almost his entire body, and tried to sleep. But the shadow of the man in the hat singing a song was always dancing in his mind.

“Rio, what are you doing? Oh my God, don't let me be tempted. Still me as a wife, whatever the form, I can no longer turn, even to you Rio,” whispered slowly, but without a trace of her eyes dropped, melted soaked her cheeks.

The shadow of the sweet moments when she was with Rio, came back dancing in her memory. When a red rose was red-edited in her ear, Rio said the word love. Ouchay.

“Wulan, I love you,” that short sentence sounds so sweet, which she replied with a smile.

“Say that you love me too, Wulan.”

“I love you, Rio.”

There is no happiness but to enjoy their time together. Then a thin drizzle fell, and the two ran to find shelter, before the rain fell more and more.

There was a small house in the park, where the two sat on a bench.

“Wulan .. “ the whisper was heard in Wulan's ear. Perhaps there is a demon fanning in a quiet time and rain then comes down with a rush, he said,

But Wulan kept her body away from Rio.

“Don't touch me Rio, we haven't been halal doing it,” said Wulan, who made Rio recede, then pulled back his hand that was about to hug his lover.

How beautiful it is when a bond of love is not tarnished by lust because it has an all-powerful faith.

“Sorry .. “ said Rio softly, while trying to hold back the rumble on his chest.

Wulan smiled.

And he was still smiling when a knock sounded. Must not be her husband. There's no way her husband has such high manners.

Then someone came in, her mother-in-law.

“Mother ?"

“Wulan? Why sleep on the couch?”

Wulan sat down suddenly. Confused what to say.

“Why sleep on the sofa nak?”

“This is Mom, I was .. while reading .. so it's still here.”

“Where is Restu?”

“Dia .. earlier it seemed to come out Bu.”

“Nights like this ? Where to ?”

“Si don't know Mom, maybe I fell asleep ... so don't know where he went..”

“The boy is outrageous. It's hard to tell. If his father knew, he would have been angry,” said Broto while sitting in front of him.

Wulan folded the blanket she had been wearing.

“As a wife, you should be able to curb your husband, should not be so easy.”

Wulan fell silent. Don't know what to answer. He's reining? How-to? Speak softly and not just say prohibition, the answer is already very unpleasant sounding, even painful.

“I saw earlier, why don't you wear the bracelet I told you to wear?”

Wulan's surprised. He was in a hurry so he only wore jewelry that was attached to his body. Wedding rings, diamond rings wedding gifts from her mother-in-law, and mediocre chain necklaces. Actually, he was also looking for it, but because he did not see it, while his mother and father-in-law were waiting, so he did not look until he met.

“You don't like the bracelet?”

“Oh, no Ma'am, I really like, it's expensive stuff, Wulan store it very carefully,” Wulan said as he stood up, then opened his closet, intending to take his jewelry box.

He took the box and brought it to his mother-in-law.

“Kok no yes?” he lamented while standing and looked elsewhere.

“Nothing? It's weird, Wulan. How can there be none, while the one in this room is only you and your husband.”

Wulan's face was deathly pale. He continued to tear apart the cupboards and drawers where the jewelry was stored, but the bracelet was not found.

“Kok can not exist? I sure have kept it in this box Bu,” said Wulan terrified. He was worried that his mother accused him of selling the bracelet. But no, Broto was sorry to see Wulan looking panicked. Drawn Wulan's hand, and asked him to sit back.

“Ya already, tomorrow try to find again, maybe tucked where, so.”

“No Ma'am, all I've been looking for, and really the bracelet does not exist.”

Broto felt his daughter-in-law's palms sweat.

“How is this? Who took it? Really I don't know Mom,” Wulan said in a trembling voice.

“Do not be afraid Wulan, I do not accuse you of doing things that are not right. Mom already knows that you are a good girl, it is impossible to do such an unworthy thing.”

“How is it possible?”

“Already, do not think about it again, later I will order again like that. Now go to sleep, it's night,” said Ms. Broto standing up, then gently patted her daughter-in-law's shoulder, and immediately walked out of the room.

Wulan did not immediately lay down her body. He was confused, how can the bracelet be lost?”

“Besok morning I will ask the same mas Restu, although actually reluctant, but I have to ask. Let's not say mom accused me of selling the bracelet, even though her attitude did not show that. Or ... yu Sarni? Ah, naw. He's been here for years and there's never anything missing. Yu Sarni never went into his room.

***

By morning Restu had just returned to his room. He who did not have time to meet Lisa in the afternoon, felt guilty to his lover, so even though it was night he would still pick her up, and invite her to spend her night somewhere with fun.

When he came home early in the morning, he looked very tired. He immediately laid his body on the bed and fell asleep.

Wulan was out of the room, after the dawn prayer, immediately went to the kitchen to help Yu Sarni prepare breakfast.

“How many hours does your husband come home? Mom is asleep, not hearing any sound,” said her mother-in-law who had suddenly entered the kitchen.

“Sorry Mom, I have also fallen asleep, so do not know when Mast Restu comes,” said Wulan while carrying a tray with three glasses of warm milk chocolate to the living room, where the family usually relax after waking up.

Broto followed his daughter-in-law from behind, then sat on the sofa in the living room.

“Why just three? For yourself where?”

“I had a drink earlier in the kitchen Bu,” said Wulan who then returned to the kitchen.

“Yu Sarni, cook what for breakfast ? How about fried rice shrimp and egg just plunge?”

“Iya Bu Wulan, I have washed the ware earlier.”

“Good Yu, let me cook it.”

In the living room, Mr. Broto also woke up, then sat beside his wife, enjoying milk chocolate made by his son-in-law.

“Mana Restu? Not yet awake.”

“Iya.”

“Wah, what's the smell, delicious from the kitchen?” chirps mr. Broto.

“Wulan cook for breakfast.”

“Hm, the smell of shrimp .. definitely fried rice,” said Mr. Broto with a radiant face. He likes shrimp.

“Bapak don't eat most shrimp.  Remember cholesterol,” said bu Broto reminded.

“Yes, I know, I just ate it a little?”

“Little by little long into a hill,” said bu Broto.

Mr. Broto laughed.

“Mom still remembers those words.”

“Ya remember it. Time is like that forget.”

***

Finished cooking and arranging on the table, Wulan went into his room, he saw Restu still sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes were red, not even bathing.

“Waiting for breakfast in the dining room.” Wulan said without looking at her husband.

Restu did not answer. He got out of bed, intending to go into the bathroom.

“Mas.” Wulan.

Restu didn't stop.

“Mas know where my bracelet is?” Wulan was reckless to talk even though her husband did not care about her calling.

Hearing that Restu suddenly stopped stepping, looking at his wife angrily.

“What do you mean? You're accusing me of stealing?” his stranglehold was hard, with angry glaring eyes.

Wulan took a step back.

***

Tomorrow again yes.

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