GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

EPISODE 38

GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL 38

(Tien Kumalasari)

 

The little busker then sat on the terrace steps.

“May I take a short break here?”

“Of course you can. Have you eaten?”

“Not yet, new way from the village, and this is the first I was given money.”

“Which village are you from?”

“Away. Every day on foot, to help a sick mother. From that time they did not get money, they said they were begging early in the morning. Yes already, money from this mother I will not buy food for me, but for my mother.”

Purely felt tired, a child who was about six years old, had to look for a bite of rice, while his mother was sick.

Purely into the house. He took the rice and side dishes, then gave them to the child busker. He also brought a warm cup of tea for her.

“This is son, eat. It's drink first, it's still warm.”

The little guard received it with a shining face. But he only drank his tea.

“Can I have plastic or what?”

“Can you, for what? But eat first rice.”

“Plasticnya to wrap this rice, I will take it home. My mother must be happy.”

Pure almost shed tears because Haru who sipped his chest.

“Listen, you eat this rice first, later I will pack rice again for your mother.”

The face of the guard looked bright.

“Really?”

“Of course it's true. Eat.”

And the guard ate with gourmand. Pure tears have already been shed. He rubbed it with his palm.

“Whose name?”

“Trimo,” he replied while scooping his rice, ravenously.

“Trimo, where is your father?”

“Say mother, I don't have a father. That's why mom didn't send me.”

Purely stunned. Don't have a father? Purely stroking her stomach gently, does the baby she contains have a father?

“Before illness, my mother worked anything. Washing clothes belonging to neighbors, ironing. But when I was sick, I couldn't work. Then I begged. Eh ... do not beg, busking, the origin of the sound, just get money,” Trimo tells a story while chewing his food.

Purely moved back while rubbing her tears again. A child who is so miserable, can face a very hard life, in search of a mouthful of rice. Which is more miserable, he who was injured because of rape, or the little boy who said he had no father and had to travel far under the hot sun, or the rain?

Purely take a plastic bushel from inside the cupboard. After cleaning, he put the rice until full in the first row, then the vegetables in the second row, as well as the side dish in the last row. He also made another sweet tea that was put in plastic. Then put the bushel and drink into a larger plastic.

When Pure moved forward, Trimo had finished his meal, then downed the glass.

“I did the dishes Yes Ma'am,” he said politely.

“No need, let me just wash it. Here, there is rice and side dishes, also drinks. Take it home to your mother. Don't busking, keep your mother at home. This is to buy food for a few days, and perhaps medicine, if your mother needs it.”

Trimo's hand trembled when he received the gift. Especially when Pure gave the money of two hundred thousand which was directly put in his shabby shirt pocket.

Trimo wiped his tears.

“Can you not busking after this?”

“If your mother is cured, can make food, or fried, then you can sell it to the market. This is money to buy materials that might be sold,” said Pure while adding another thousand dollars to the Trimo.” pocket

“Thank you Mom, if I can sell, I collect the profits to enter school.”

“Good Trimo. My mother was also a housekeeper, but I was able to attend high school until I graduated high school. Struggle. You can understand what I'm saying?”

Trimo.

“Now go home. May the Lord protect you, and grant what is your ideal.”

Trimo nodded again, unable to speak words because haru who was sipping his chest. While toting out Pure gifts, he walked out of the courtyard.

Purely pensive on the porch, forgetting to lock the door and then hide inside the house, as he used to do.

Trimo has no father, no idea who his father is. Is his mother also a victim of male savagery like himself, or a courtship that crossed the line when pregnant, the boyfriend does not want to be responsible? Whatever happened to Trimo, the fact that he had no father. His mother struggled to find a mouthful of rice and was unable to send her child to school.

Purely stroking his stomach. She has determined not to give her baby to Wulan, even though Wulan insists on taking it. No, the day after day that passed, the gentle movements on her stomach, had created a bond that came out of nowhere, made her love him so much, and was reluctant to part with him.

But what will he say when his son asks, who is his father? Would the answer be the same as Trimo's mother, that her son had no father? As a child, Trimo has not been able to urge his mother to tell him where his father is. If you are an adult ….?

What about the symbols?

“It feels very heavy if you have to keep all this from the symbols, just afraid that the symbols become sad. How is this, what should I do?”

***

Purely only a few days away was Wulan's house. The fear that the symbols knew it still haunts him. Hence so feeling strong he forced his way back to mes and started working again. He needed money for labor, because if he did not allow his son to be taken by Wulan, then he felt he had to finance the labor himself. Then how next? Pure has not decided yet.

***

That day Rio and Wulan were at home, because Broto and Yu Sarni came with dishes.

“Mother, why always bother cooking for Wulan?”

“It's okay, mom is happy to do it. On Sundays like this, you have to rest, no need to cook anything, because Sarni has cooked a lot for you, then after this mom will go to the workshop, bring food also for Restu.

“Oh, very good, definitely mas Restu happy.”

“Ya already, just eat you soon, I want to go directly to the place of Restu,” said bu Broto while preparing to leave.

“Bu, why do you take a taxi, let Rio just take you to the place of Mast Restu,” Rio said when he saw a taxi waiting.

“Do not, your father is ready to come here.”

“Lhoh, why not be with Moms?”

“So mom hastily, afraid you guys are just as Restu has hunted down to eat, then Sarni cuisine does not sell dong. Your father hasn't taken a shower either, so he'll be here later. You know why? Your father is already missing Rio. Kangen singing his songs that you know,” said Broto while criticizing Sarni because the taxi is still waiting.

But when they got to the front, there came a little boy.

“Excuse me,” said the little boy.

“Ya, what do you want?” ask Yu Sarni because she got to the front first.

“Mau restore this bushel Bu.”

“Rantang what?”

All were astonished when the little boy stretched out a three-story row, which when opened contained fried food.

“This what?” ask yu Sarni wonder.

“A few days ago I was fed, the container is this bushel.”

“Who gave?” this time the one who asked Wulan, because she recognized the bushel like hers.

“A mother, who is pregnant again,” said.

***

 Tomorrow again yes.