GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
EPISODE 33
Pure just got home from work. With the stomach getting bigger, it becomes easier to feel tired. He was lying in bed when his mother called.
“Simbok?”
“Ya Mur, it's a symbol. What are you doing?”
“By the fall in the room Mbok.”
“Actually the symbol of the peg you know Mur, if the phone, can be seen his face you know, so the symbol can see your face.”
“O, yes Mbok, actually can, but the mobile phone symbok it old school. So can not be made vidio call, tomorrow, sometime, Pure buy Simbok mobile phone that can for video call ya.”
“Yes Yes Mur.”
“Yes, right now, the important thing is to be able to talk, even if it is far apart. And importantly, healthy. Yes right?”
“Yes, you also have to be healthy you know Mur, and do not be too tired.”
“Iya Mbok's. How are Mr Broto and Ms Broto?”
“Waduh Mur, Mrs Broto was taken to the hospital.”
“Lhoh, what pain ?”
“The story is long Mur. Earlier, very early in the morning Mr. Restu came.”
Purely immediately felt nauseous hearing the name Restu called. But he had to hear the symbol speak, so that the symbol was not suspicious.
“Still early in the morning, the gate is still padlocked. The shock came out first to hear the gate being knocked, it turns out that came Mr. Restu. Oh my, Mur, a big caboose. Suddenly Mr. Restu embraced the symbol while crying, and said sorry many times. Simbok so confused, why he apologized as simbok.”
“Then he said what else?” Murni was forced to reply, worried that the symbol suspected something.
“She keeps apologizing, then symbok ask, what's the matter for maag\=f same yu Sarni?”
“What's the answer?” cut Pure again.
He hasn't answered yet, but Mr. Broto has already yelled calling.”
Pure breathable relief. Indeed, it seems that the symbol does not know anything about the incident.
Then Yu Sarni told me about the anger of Broto who was out of nowhere, then suddenly got sick and Broto's father took him to the hospital. Maybe because Mr. Restu didn't mean to go home.
“O, for Christ's sake. Purely so sad. Want to see bu Broto.”
“Ya, already Mur, later symbok tell if there is anything. You have to take care of yourself.”
“Yes. Symbok also yes.”
Purely put down her phone and heaved a sigh of relief. Who told him to lie is as symbiotic. Is it not for the sake of covering up one lie that he must lie again and again? It feels so exhausting.
She was five months old, and she was feeling well. It caresses its stomach slowly, and its affection for the baby it contains increases in size. Suddenly he remembered the word Wulan, that the baby he would be born would be the child of Wulan. Pure continued to stroke his stomach, then his tears pierced suddenly. This baby's flesh and blood. When he wanted to eliminate it, it was a sin. What if he handed it to someone else? Sorrow gripped his heart. He held his stomach tightly.
“No, this is my baby, my hat\=rus took care of him. It is still me who is his mother, he murmured softly.
And that change in feeling made him unwilling to let go later.
Then he remembered the symbology when calling earlier, that Restu apologized to him, and almost said why, if only Broto did not call him. Surely Restu will repeat it, especially a few days ago he met Restu, and then Restu like to pursue him. Prurient plump fur I imagine meeting with Restu. The memory of that painful night, made his hatred could not be cured forever.
“What should I do?”
Pure is very restless, and the desire to let go of fatigue actually makes him tired. Tired of birth and also his mind.
***
Wulan was still waiting for Broto's seemingly unsettled mother. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but was soon awake.
“Why Bu?”
“Your father is not back yet?”
“But Bu.”
Ms. Broto looked agitated. His face turned pale uninspired.
“Your father said, if you have not found Restu will not go home?”
“Iya Ma'am, that's right.”
“Mother just relax. You can definitely find kok,” entertain Wulan.
“You should not take this matter lightly Wulan. Your father, by the way, always kept it. If he says he won't come home before he finds Restu, he's definitely not going home.”
“How about Mom call dad?”
“Aduh, when should I call?”
“What's really why? I just ask you to go home quickly, meet Mast Restu or not, so,” Wulan's sedate seductive goda, because he was confident that they would definitely be able to find Restu because Rio knew where Restu was.
“Not want me.”
“Kok don't want to? Don't you expect you to be home soon?”
“Then I,” said bu Broto while turning his face away.”
“Kok shy anyway Mom, calling her own husband kok shy,”
“Daily I scold him, if suddenly I call, yes be ashamed.”
Wulan laughed, a little loud laugh, because really amused to see the attitude of Miss Broto.
“Mother is there. If indeed Mother misses father, Mother asks that father go home dong.”
“No want,” bu Broto pouted, Wulan grew amused.
When that was the sound of a knock on the door, then Rio entered. Only Rio. Bu Broto seemed to be waiting, but it was only Rio who entered.
“Where's father?” broto asked Rio.
“Bapak?”
“Didn't your father want to go home? Didn't Rio meet so your father wouldn't go home?” ask Broto with an anxious face.
Rio approached Broto's mother, and held onto her arm with a smile.
“Rio, please tell me the same Father, tomorrow can go looking again, but you should now go home first.”
“Mother misses father?” I don't know who told, suddenly Rio compact annoying bu Broto.
“Rio, what are you saying? Yes yes mother misses, your father is the husband of the mother,” annoyed bu Broto.
Suddenly Mr. Broto showed up.
“True, I miss the same father Already not angry anymore?”
Well, how compact all of this, disturb bu Broto.
Ms. Broto turned her face away, hiding the relief of seeing her husband come home.
“Bu, I'm happy you know, I'm not angry anymore with you. His face was facing there. Don't tell me you're still angry, right mom said kangen earlier,” seduced Mr. Broto while walking around, so he can look at the face of Ms. Broto.
“Don't be happy first yes, anyway you should be able to bring Restu here,” ketus bu Broto.
“How about you don't meet, you can't go home. Indeed that is the desire of the father kok.”
Suddenly, Broto grabbed her husband's hand, grasping it tightly.
“Pardon mom yes,” she said softly, restraining embarrassment.
Rio and Wulan looked at each other, holding back laughter at the intimacy of a married couple who were no longer young. They are a compatible couple who always show affection every day. That was why Wulan was somewhat astonished when she saw that her mother was so angry with her husband. And it turns out they can not hide the affection that is always awake.
“If it is true that you forgive father, you will give mother a gift.”
“What gift? I don't like song gifts, but my voice is not melodious, sullen, ugly.”
Mr. Broto laughed.
“Alright, not a song, there's something else. Close the eyes of mother.”
Like a child, Broto also closed his eyes.
“Awas yes, do not first open it, before you ask it.”
***
Tomorrow again yes.
