GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

EPISODE 30'S

 

Yu Sarni fluttered, as suddenly Restu hugged her tightly. It was true, he was Restu, who wanted to meet his parents. There was a hint of hesitation, and a feeling of worry in case he was rejected. But Restu felt, he had to do it. That's why he was in front of his parents' gate early in the morning.

“Pak Restu, ouch, what is this? YU Sarni can't breathe huh, ouch, if yu Sarni dies how ?”

Restu let go of his embrace, wiping his sullen tears. Yu Sarni was astonished to see Restu's attitude. Usually he is fierce and fierce, let alone hugging, sweet talk has never been. This kok early in the morning has been playing hugging, using cry all.

“Yu, I'm sorry ya Yu,” he said.

“Indeed why should I apologize to Yu Sarni?”

“Yu, I have committed a great sin, i_”

“Who Is Ni?” mr. Broto's shout made Restu stop his words.

“This Sir ...”

Then Yu Sarni pulled Restu's hand inside. Restu was pounding, his father was looking at him sharply. There was no joy in meeting his son again. Restu's spirit receded. He wanted to turn his body around and get out of the courtyard, when he suddenly heard his mother's screams while holding back a cry.

“Restuuu! You Restu ?”

Ms. Broto stood up, then went down to the courtyard, while Mr. Broto pulled the newspaper on the table, then flipped through it. As if no matter who came was his son.

“Restu ?” Ms. Broto hugged Restu while being sobbed.

“You're back Restu? Back right?”

“Restu came to apologize Ma'am, forgive Mother's sinful child,” Restu sobbed.

“Have .... already .. let's meet your father ..” he said while pulling Restu towards the house, while Mr. Broto was still engrossed with his newspaper.

“Pak ... Mr. .. This is our son coming home Sir,” shouted Mr. Broto.

Mr. Broto bergeming. But already overwhelmed by the responsibility, Restu recklessly climbed the stairs of the terrace and rested in front of his father, putting his head on his father's lap.

“Bapak, sorry Restu .. father ..” his wish.

Broto put down his newspaper. After all, Restu was his flesh blood. Someone squeezed his chest when he heard his son's sobs. But Mr. Broto is trying hard, pretending to flinch.

“Who are you anyway? Coming around embracing my feet?”

“Father, I Restu, forgive Father's Restu, Restu many sins. Restu want you to forgive Restu yes.”

“Are you my son? I seem to forget that I ever had a child named Restu,” he said indifferently.

“Pak, don't be so sir, Restu has apologized,” pinta bu Broto, memelas.

“Ampun Sir, Restu sinned. Restu has been treated.”

“Treat it how?”

“Restu is aware that Restu sinned. Restu promised not to repeat it. Restu will live a good life, which no longer hunts for pleasure.”

“It is, whose pleasure will you hunt again? Do you have nothing?”

Restu was speechless, still embracing his father's feet and putting his head on his lap, his sobs occasionally still sounded.

“Stop that cry of yours, don't wet my lap with your snot,” said Mr. Broto flatly. But Restu still remained in his position.

“Pak, don't be so sir, Restu has repented,” pinta bu Broto resisted sobs.

“Where did you know he repented?”

“He has come, and apologizes to his parents, meaning he repents. If he is still unconverted, how dare he come here?”

“Could have him come just for needing money, pretending to be sorry, end-to-end asking for money. Aye right?”

“No Sir, Restu will not ask anything more to Father or mother,” he said vibrating.

“Oh yes? Can you find your own food? So no need for parents?”

“I only need prayer, not treasure,” he said slowly.

“Haaa, I love this,” said Mr. Broto still with a soft tone, but not yet touched his son's body.

“Restu, if you are aware, you can help again in the father's business, Wulan also helps there,” said Mrs Broto.

“Who said that? He doesn't need that anyway,” interrupted Mr. Broto.

“Do not do so sir, he is our only child, and has repented.”

“I beg you, so that now you forgive me. After this I want to go sir, I just need it. Apologies from Father and mother,” said Restu while raising his head, but still rested in front of his father.

Hearing that Restu wanted to leave afterwards, suddenly disturbed Mr. Broto's heart. The happiness he had originally hidden began to appear, from his glassy eyes.

“Good. Do you want to go back to this house?” he said with a trembling voice.

“I came just want to apologize, I dare not bother anymore.”

“What do you mean Restu, do you want to go again?” said Mrs Broto.

Restu stood up, grabbed his father's hand and kissed him.

“I beg you Father and mother always pray for me,” he said then turned his body.

“Restuuu!” screeched Broto when he saw Restu coming down from the terrace stairs.

Restu turned his body, saw his mother chasing him, Restu came back, then embraced him tightly.

“I'm sorry Mom. Let me go. I am looking for peace in life, with anything to live, but good. I do not need to worry, Restu will not do any deed that deviates from the truth.”

“Restu, return. Oh yeah, have you heard that Wulan and Rio are married? Rio it is actually_”

“Restu already know Bu,” cut Rio.

Restu let go of his embrace, then rushed off and did not turn his head again.

“Restuuu,” bu Broto tried to catch up, but Restu had already ridden his motorcycle and spurred him away.

Ms. Broto returned home in unrelenting tears. As soon as he climbed to the terrace, immediately mother Broto wiggled her husband's body furiously.

“Bapak is cruel. Why be so cold to your own child. But he apologized. While crying too,” was upset while continuing to shake her husband's body.

The real Mr. Broto also had the same feeling as his wife, then grabbed her and stroked her shoulders.

“Already Mom, already. Don't be angry again.”

“Good. Do you think you don't feel the same way you do?”

“Lying! A lie! Tega father! Ruthless father! He left because you didn't welcome him well. I don't care, I don't really forgive him,” bu Broto still keeps crying while Mr. Broto still embraces him tightly.

“Bapak does not lie. I also love Restu.”

“Lying ! Father lied! I can't believe it. Where there is such love. Tega. You let him live miserable, even though he already said penat.”

“He said that he came just to apologize, then wanted to go again. That's his wish, isn't it? Means he has found a good way of life, as we expected.”

“That's because you welcomed it cold. Doesn't seem happy, isn't happy he's back.”

“Calm Mom, don't be so angry. If you are still angry, then you will not be able to accept your words well.”

“I hate you, Father. I hate it because you don't love my son.”

“Mother's son is also my son.”

“Bohooong! Bohooong!” shouted Broto, then ran to the room and locked him from the inside.

Mr. Broto took a deep breath. The emotions of a mother and father are different. The mother accepts in her own way, the father in his own way.

There's nothing Mr. Broto can do except wait for his wife's anger to subside.

***

Restu arrived at the workshop, then opened them all because soon the subordinate mechanics would have come. After that he immediately went upstairs, went into his room and sat pensively there.

When he came to see his parents, he just wanted to apologize, and did not want to go back, let alone manage his father's company. He felt he had found a life that made him calm, and was ready to live a simple life far from luxury and treasure.

“I know you forgive me too, but it's different the way you treat me. The father of a strong and strong man. I am proud to be his son. But pity my mother, she wants me back home.”

Restu suddenly remembered Yu Sarni. He had apologized for his treatment of Murni, but he had not had time to say, his father had shouted to Yu Sarni. He also wanted to ask Yu Sarni, is Pure married? If not, then the baby is the child. Restu wants that clarity, and will not deny responsibility. He will marry Pure if it is true Pure is not married.

“Stupid ... stupid .. Why didn't I solve all of you earlier, about the Pure problem?”

Long she pondered about Pure, so as not to hear the door of her room being knocked on so many times. I don't know what knock I had, then Restu heard and opened the door.

“Sorry Sir, did you sleep earlier?”

“No, I was ... doing something, what's up?”

“Request cashier key Sir, anyone need change.”

“Oh, yes .. I forgot. Already have customers?”

“Only tire leak Sir, it is finished.”

Restu picked up the cashier key, muttering:” Apparently I daydreamed for a while.”

Restu looked towards the wall clock.

“It's ten.”

He made his bed, then went downstairs.

***

That afternoon Mr. Broto did not go to the office. He was busy calming down his wife, who had remained speechless since Restu's departure the morning.

It was already noon, Yu Sarni had already prepared lunch, and had already said it to her master.

“Pak, lunch is ready, but mom still hasn't opened her room, I'm afraid to call her, sir.”

“Yes, just finish preparing the meal, let me call him.”

“Aready ready Sir.”

“Good.”

Mr. Broto headed towards the room. That door is still locked. Mr. Broto knocked on the door but there was no answer.

“Bu, open the door dong Bu, let's eat first. Sarni has everything ready.”

There was no answer, then repeated again, and repeated, still no sound.

Mr. Broto stepped back, opening the cupboard drawer that contained all sorts of spare keys.

“Hopefully the spare key of that room is here.”

Mr. Broto keeps looking for keys. 

“That's all sir, let Sarni come looking,” said Sarno who felt sorry to see his employer looked agitated.

Then Mr. Broto poured all the contents of the drawer onto the floor. Yu Sarni squabbled on the floor, picky. There are some keys that are similar, but yu Sarni and Mr. Broto hapal are right which room key he should find.

Finally, Broto found him. He stood up and rushed to his room, opening it easily. He saw that Broto was lying on the bed, hugging the bolster facing the wall.

“Bu, why is that so ma'am. I'm sad when Mom gets angry. All right, later you will find Restu until you meet, and bring him here,” entertain Mr. Broto.

But Broto was silent. Mr. Broto held his wife's hand, and was surprised when it was so hot. Then he held her forehead, and her neck.

“Bu, you why? How's it feel?”

Mr. Broto rushed out.

“Ni, try calling the office. Have the driver come here, quickly,” orders Mr. Broto.

Sarni rushes to the phone, looking for an office number. He already knows what to do, because Mr. Broto often told Sarni if at any time need a driver.

Mr. Broto took a large bowl with warm water.

“If you have please get a lap, compress mom. High heat. I'll be ready to take her to the hospital.”

“Good Sir.”

Sarni brought a basin and a small rag, then started compressing Broto's mom. Broto's mom didn't move.

“Bu, I realized yes. Why is Mom like this?”

Shortly after, the office car arrived. Assisted by Yu Sarni, Broto carried his wife's body, he took her to the car.

“Ke hospital, fast!” mr. Broto's orders.

***

Tomorrow again yes.