GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
EPISODE 37
Yu Sarni had finished preparing rawon and side dishes into two large bushels, for Wulan and for Restu. Broto's changing clothes in the room.
“Bu, do I have to call the office driver?”
“No need Ni, later Wulan knows, we will give a surprise right?”
“Oh yes also Bu.”
“Call a taxi only. You can, right? Here, use my phone.”
“Good Mom. I have all prepared in front. It's to Wulan's bu's house first, or to Mr Restu first?”
“Ke Wulan just yet, I do not know the address of the workshop Restu, later ask Wulan after meeting.”
“Alright, I order the taxi first.”
Ms. Broto was done dressing up and waiting for a taxi on the terrace.
“Key all his house Ni, I told you not to go home for lunch.”
“Don't bu Wulan also don't go home Bu?”
“Masa anyway? Yes also yes, if there is busy at the office, and you can not go home, surely Wulan is also busy.”
“How about Bu?”
“A moment, I'll call Restu then. Ask the exact address, because if the taxi message should know the intended address?”
But before ordering a taxi, Broto's cell phone rang.
“This seems to be from Mr. Bu,” said Sarni who holds Broto's mobile phone to order a taxi.
“What's up?” muttered Broto's mom while receiving her phone.
“Ya Sir,” saya bu Broto.
“Mother cooks rawon right?”
“Iya, how do you know?”
“Bapak hear when I talk to Sarni.”
“What's the reason?”
“Not so there is a meeting today, I'm the same Wulan want to go home there.”
“Oh .. but ... mom also wants to send this rawon to Restu.”
“I told you that Restu, he wants to come too. So I told Sari to prepare our lunch, me, Wulan and Rio, and Restu.”
“Ya caneun, even so gathered to eat here?”
“Yes, we are ready to go home, waiting for Rio who is nyamperin Restu.”
“Good.”
Ms. Broto hung up her phone while shaking her head.
“Thank you haven't called Ni.”
“Nevent so go?”
“They even want lunch here all. Including Restu also.”
“O walah, yes already, I bring back in just the bushel.”
“Let's bring Restu with Wulan. It can be eaten at home later. The one at home is still enough right?”
“Still a lot of Bu, it was cooked a lot.”
“Ya already, prepare lunch Yes Ni. Good thing we haven't left.”
***
Before leaving, Wulan called Murni who was still in her house.
“Pure, this afternoon I did not go home for lunch. You eat alone yes, there are still side dishes in the dining closet.”
“Iya Ma'am, I know.”
“Eat a lot, and do not forget the medicine is taken.”
“Alright Mom, but after this I want to go back to mes only.”
“Why Mur? You have to be good first, you can come back.”
“I'm okay Mom, even do not feel calm if here continue.”
“No quiet why?”
“Many of which make me unsettled. Do you know that I have to hide my situation? On the symbok especially?”
“Alright, but we'll talk first. Wait for me to go home, then make sure that your content is fine. Yes.”
Wulan finished calling, along with Rio coming straight into her room.
“Aready?” ask Rio.
“Already, I called you first.”
“How is Pure?”
“Should I call him, I tell him to eat alone. But he wants to return to mes.” soon
“Why?”
“Don't feel calm he said. Perhaps afraid that yu Sarni comes suddenly.”
“Certain circumstances like this actually make us not calm. A futile lie, because one day it will definitely open too, trust me.”
“Yes, but let me calm down pure first, and calm his heart. We will find a way, how to not be afraid Pure every mast Restu approached. You know, how did he react when he saw Mast Restu nearby? Geez, I'm really scared that I can't calm him down.”
“Alright, that father is waiting,” said Restu who saw Mr. Broto was heading to Wulan's room.
***
That night Supri visited Restu, after a few days of not meeting. Supri saw that Restu's face looked grim, even when he called, Restu said he had received an apology from his parents, until he realized that his parents still loved him.
“What else is it with you, friend?” greet Supri while patting her best friend's shoulder.
“Thank God you came.”
“What's up?”
“I need friends share.”
“What else? Shouldn't you already feel happy and calm?”
“It's about Pure.”
“Why him? Demanding marriage? Aren't you ready?”
“She doesn't want to meet me. Should I be thankful that I shouldn't be in charge?”
“What do you think?”
“I feel tormented, and the burden still grabs my shoulders, my soul.”
“You can talk well?”
“Speaking how? He just saw I was hysterical as if he were looking at a demon. It is precisely me who is frightened.”
“Then what do you want to do?”
“I still want to be in charge of Pure, especially the baby it contains.”
“Does Pure not want the baby she was born with to have complete parents?”
“I don't know how to think.”
“Maybe he was still traumatized when you did that violence. Not that he doesn't want his son to have a father.”
“I've apologized. Many times, even.”
“There must be a way to melt his heart.”
“Tell me what that way is. Whatever I'm gonna do. I really feel heavy for the burden of sin, which will only be treated when she will forgive me, and will be my wife.”
“I can understand, and I'm glad you have such thoughts.”
“Then what should I do Pri, help me.”
Supri looked at her best friend full of pity. What burdened his friend was his unforgivable sin, while his redeeming desire was hindered by an all-powerful wall. Pure heart wall. But Supri also realized, it was not easy for Pure to erase those bad memories.
“The only way, you have to be patient, and find a way to get close to him. That was it, if it worked, then talk.”
“
Restu did not answer. How do I approach it? Does he have to call her? Talking without seeing his face, maybe he could, but once he heard his voice, he must have thrown the phone he was holding. Ouchay.
Restu can't sleep all night. But is there really no way? Is not every will there a way? What if the road is dead end? Restu covered his face with a pillow, to dispel the night's nightmares, which made him such a man of doom.
***
That night, Rio and Wulan had not wanted to talk about Restu in the presence of Wulan. They waited until Pure Heart became calm so that it could accept whatever it was talking about.
Rio and Wulan had already left for work, when Pure heard the voice of the buskers singing in front of the house. Pure actually was reluctant to come out, but because he felt sorry, he finally came out too, The busker was still a child, the singing that was kicked was also not clear tone. He just sprinkled a small drum that was clad in his scroll, and sang from the mangap only. But that's why Pure feels pity. The boy tried his hardest to get maybe just a piece of money five hundreds, or thousands. Purely should appreciate it. Then he extended a piece of money five thousand towards the boy.
The little boy thanked me, with tears in his eyes.
“Why cry on?” tanya Pure Ibah.
“For no father, I can't go to school.”
***
Tomorrow again yes.
