GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
EPISODE 43
There was the speech of his mother Trimo that pierced his feelings. And start thinking about it. What if his son asks who his father is? Will he say the rottenness of the man he hates to the child born of his behavior. While Pure did not dare to look at the man's face at all. His mind felt torn apart when he remembered it, let alone looked at it. Where maybe he will be willing to accept it even though he does not deserve to be with him because he is just a servant child.
The unscrupulous man had already realized his mistake, even willing to marry her, but he was unable to look her in the face. Horror gripped his soul every time he saw it. Even imagining his face, he did not dare. He felt like he was looking at a wolf with its sharp fangs, ready to tear its body to the point of bleeding.
Purely covered his face with both hands, hoping that the shadow disappeared from his imagination.
“Bu Murni ..” greet his mother Trimo because seeing that Murni had just been silent, then looked very agitated.
Purely let go of her hand, then it appeared that her face was flushed red withholding tears.
“Pure Bu no offense. I'm just saying what really happened, and that later on, there will be such questions.”
“I'm always scared.”
“Will Pure mom stay here for a while, in order to precipitate a sense of uneasiness in thinking about life that makes Pure bu scared?”
Pure Face was radiant upon hearing the offer. He needed a place to calm down. But then he hesitated. The house was so small, there seemed to be only two rooms, so what if he troublesome them?
“Indeed Ma'am, this house is small. But Pure ma'am can sleep in one of the rooms. I'm just the two of you with the Trimo. But yes …. This is how this house is. Mrs Pure who usually lives in a nice house would have objected to_”
“No, it's not so. I'm just afraid of trouble. About the house, I also have a house in the village, which is not much different from this house. I am just a child oembantu.”
“Thank God if Murni does not mind, I will clean the room first, so that Murni can rest immediately.”
Ms. Trisni stood up, moved back, while Murni leaned her body on the chair, there was a sense of relief because she got a shelter, in order to calm herself from the anxiety that always lingered.
“Lhoh, where's mom?” suddenly the Trimo entered carrying a large package that looked heavy. Purely stood up to help him, as the Trimo was still a small child.
“Shop what Mo?” pure said while asking for the plastic package that Trimo brought. Not so heavy actually, but certainly different from the Trimo who is still a child.
“Only two kilos rice, same egg, same soy sauce, let me just Bu.”
“Let me help, should be put where is this Mo?”
“In kitchen.”
The Trimo precedes the walk, Pure follows it, then puts the groceries on the table, at the Trimo's request.
“Already Mom, come back to sit, this later to be taken care of by mom.”
Purely sat back. Trimo headed towards his room, saw his mother changing pillowcases and bolsters, and cleaning the mat-clad halls.
“What Pure bu want to sleep here?” ask Trimo.
“Iya Mo, pity her. Will you sleep with mom, son?”
“Iya Ma'am, thank goodness bu Murni wants to sleep in our house.”
“Pity, it seems he is confused, do not know where to go.”
“Mana Bu, Trimo help,” says Trimo.
“It's finished Mo, you just accompany Murni ma'am, I want to cook rice as well as fry eggs for dinner later, the same vegetable was still there. Or you just ask bu Murni to rest here now.”
Trimo moved back to the front, sitting in front of Pure who leaned his body on the chair.
“Bu, if you want to collapse, the room is ready. But we don't have a mattress Mom, the base is just a mat.”
“Yes, mom rest first, the suitcase I brought to the room yes,” Trimo said as he approached the suitcase that had been near the entrance, then pulled it into the room. Purely followed.
“Bu, I trouble ya?” pure said before entering the room shown by Trimo, then saw Trisni maam was busy in the back room.
“Not .. no, Pure ma'am, I'm glad to be able to do it. Please lie down first, but sorry, the base is just a mat, we don't have a mattress.”
“It's okay Mom, I used to sleep on the mat. Thank you, I'm lying down for a while ya Bu.”
“Please Pure Bu, do not hesitate. If Murni wants to clean up first, the bathroom is in the back. Deliver Mo,” he said later to Trimo.
“Mari Bu, the bathroom is there,” Trimo said as he showed Pure the direction of the bathroom.
It felt a little fresh when he managed to splash his body with water.
Trimo closed the door after Pure returned to the room.
Purely changed his clothes that felt sticky dusty on the way since noon, then broke down his body. There was a slow creaking as the tired body lay there.
Purely took a long breath. He did not think he could be stranded in a place that was very foreign to him. And lucky to meet the man she once helped.
He touched the suitcase beside him, and took the phone he had turned off since he left the mes.
He activated it, and found dozens of calls, among them from his symbology, from Wulan, and from his co-workers. But what makes him sad is that of his symbol.
“Yes God, symbok .. is the symbok angry with me?”
Pure's hands trembled, wanting to call back the symbol, but hesitated. Then he let it go, until he fell asleep tired.
***
Yu Sarni sat in front of Restu, equally silent, and the same unease. It was getting late, but there was no sign of Pure coming home.
“It seems that Pure did not come home here,” muttered yu Sarni.
“We just wait for Yu, who knows tonight. It's still afternoon,” said Restu tried to entertain, but he also felt unsettled.
“What if he doesn't come home here?”
“Pure is not a child, he can definitely take care of himself.”
“If he doesn't come back here, then where, try?”
“Perhaps he is precisely afraid of yu Sarni, because he covered everything from the beginning.”
“Ya cane, then what should I do. I'd like to say that I won't be angry, but I called not picked up, the phone died, then how?”
“How about you just send Yu a message, so even if the phone is off, one day if he opens it, he will definitely read it.”
“What is so, Mr Restu?”
“Now yu Sarni just write a message, say that yu Sarni is not angry, and hope to meet him. And don't forget to say, that I am also waiting for her, ready to marry her. The words are up to yu Sarni, the content is like that.”
Yu Sarni nodded. He picked up his phone left in the room, then wrote a message like Restu's advice. A very long message, and Yu Sarni hopes to touch the heart of his son.
***
Tomorrow again yes.
