GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNING ANGEL 05

Wulan lifted her head, looked at a tall busker with a wide hat, carrying a guitar and singing familiar songs. Wulan's heart was racing.

“How can he be everywhere?” inner word.

Mr. Broto seemed to enjoy the song, but Restu was suddenly very angry.

“He, busker. Go there, just interrupt.” Hardcore rough.

But Mr. Broto held him back.

“Don't, let her sing until it's done, she said as she thumbs up toward that ‘pengamen’.

The song continues until it is finished.

“Will you sing one more song?”

The busker nodded, then pulled another one.

“Love is a beautiful song .. la la.. lalala .. lala.

Mr. Broto tapped his finger on the table, followed the rhythm of the song, then clapped as soon as the song was over. Then he rolled a sheet of money hundreds towards the busker.

“’Pengamen’ who seemed to not believe in giving that much, trying to reach into his pocket, intends to give a return.

“Eh, what do you mean? That's for you all.”

“Oh, thank you,” he said softly.

“Wait, are you a student?” ask Mr. Broto.

‘The watcher’ shook his head.

“But you recited English on that song very well.

‘The busker nodded deeply.

“Whose name?”

“Rio.”

“Why are you busking?”

“Searching for money,” answers slowly, always slowly.

“You have family?”

Again he nodded. Wulan raised her face. So Rio has a family? Son, wife? There's an uncomfortable feeling hearing it. I don't know what that taste is. Of jealousy? He said he forgot about it? No, still trying to get over it, and it doesn't seem to be fully successful yet.

“How many children are you?”

This time the guard nodded.

“You already have a wife, right?”

He shook his head again, and Wulan heaved a sigh of relief.

“Your family is anyone?”

“My mother.”

“Oh, so you don't have your own family yet? Mean wife, child ..”

“Not sold yet,” he replied half jokingly. Then he tried to turn his body.

“Hey, wait, you can drive a car?”

“Can,” he replied while nodding.

“You work for me? As driver?”

Restu threw away his face.

“Bapak is-is-just.”

“Will?” ask Mr. Broto again, without caring about his son's protest.

‘The cameraman’ looked doubtful, he looked at Mr. Broto, and seemed to be thinking of something.

“You can think about it, this is my business card. Come to the office or to the house. I'm at the office this week. It is not every day, just control it,” said Mr. Broto while holding out a business card.

“Thank you,” he said as he bowed, then passed.

Mr. Broto enjoyed his food order with a smile.

“Why are you interested in him?” restu protests.

“That boy is actually smart. Maybe because the school is not high, so it can only work as a busker.”

“Where did you know that he was smart?” Restu still does not accept.

“Visibility of his face. He looked clean, his eyes were sharp, and there was earnestness there. Surely he had to do it. Because it takes money. Didn't he say that his family was a mother? She had to take care of her mother, who was certainly old and the child who had to live her.”

“Man could have pretended.”

“We'll see later, if my guess is right, or wrong. If his job is not satisfactory, and can not be trusted, is it difficult to fire him?” said Mr. Broto lightly.

Wulan was just listening. Not a word came out of his mouth. His heart was pounding erratically. How should he behave if he accepted his father-in-law's offer?.

“You should not also judge someone badly, Restu. Not necessarily as bad as you imagine,” said bu Broto while looking at Restu. He does not like to see his attitude as if he does not like the ‘pengamen’. He even said rudely at first.

“We must be careful. Nowadays many bad people behave as if he is a good person,” said Restu while chewing his food. He said as if he were really a good man. Forgetting his own behavior, who likes to lie and without compassion betrayed the marriage he had lived for almost a year.

"Ah, you. Not-yet-not been prejudiced," said Mr. Broto.

Then they shut up, finishing their food.

“Restu, you do not travel too often. If you want to go out too, invite your wife dong,” said her mother.

“He never wanted.”

“Really Wulan?”

Wulan just smiled. But then he answered it too.

“Wulan prefers at home.”

“Restu, like the same father mother once said, we want to have a grandson soon.”

Restu gulped nervously. But suddenly she finds a way to fulfill Lisa's wish. He had to have his own house so that his mother's father wouldn't keep an eye on him every time he went out.

“What if Restu has his own home?” restu said while looking at his father.

Broto put down his fork spoon, he's done eating.

“Home alone? Not in that house you also have your own room, your own room to relax. Upstairs it was like a separate house.”

“If you can have your own home, maybe more convenient.”

Wulan who had just listened, complained inwardly. If she was alone with her husband, she would be even more tormented. Her husband would trample on her like useless trash. But his mouth was muddy, not wanting to say anything. Where does he dare?

“Perhaps Restu is right sir, by having his own home, Restu will definitely be more attention to the wife. Who knows then we soon have a grandson,” said his mother.

Wulan was getting more and more smug. Will Restu pay more attention? Things that can't possibly happen. And the answer of his father-in-law made himself more and more slammed into the pit of pain.

“Alright, if that's your choice,” said Mr. Broto while sipping rice ice fast in his glass.

Wulan wanted to scream, but there was nothing she could do. Perhaps the lure of immediately having a grandson that moves Mr. Broto's heart to allow Restu to have his own home.

“Urus only everything. Not a big house. It's difficult to take care of a big house, unless you have some helpers,” Mr. Broto's message.

Restu finished his meal deviously. His heart was really happy. He will be freer every time he wants to meet Lisa, his lover who always makes him complacent.

***

“Really? When?” lisa said half cheering.

“Secapnya. I told my men to find the house. Small ones only, as long as they are good and there are one or two empty rooms. Who knows I would also like to take you home.”

“Haa .. really?” this time Lisa was really cheering.

“You have to be patient waiting for that time. It is true, when I am at home, every time I go out, my father or mother always have many questions.”

“Eatya, if you already have your own home would be better. Your wife is quiet, how dare you protest?”

“No, he could not dare to oppose me.”

“Really fun. But Restu, my money is running low. Will you give him again?”

“Sure darling. You are my lover, do not let you lack. What you want I will definitely fulfill.”

“That's what makes me love you more, Restu, my dear,” Lisa said as she glanced spoiled, and of course captivated. So clever Lisa makes Restu forget everything, and always fulfill all his wishes. The only thing he had to do, was always satisfy him in bed. What's the trouble anyway?

“When did you transfer the money Restu?”

“Later arriving at the office, you don't worry.”

“Thank you Restu,” this time Lisa stood up and hugged Restu from behind, no matter the people in the restaurant were staring at them.

Restu stood up, because it was time for both of them to return to their respective offices. He embraces Lisa and kisses her cheek gently, while walking out.

***

That morning Broto sat in the kitchen chair, watching his son-in-law concoct seasonings, while Yu Sarni prepared a skillet and a pot for cooking, and Restu is still at home because he's going to be on duty out of town.

“Wulan, today I met the owner of the house he will buy for you and Restu,” said bu Broto.

Wulan held back the incitement that sliced her feelings.

“Are you happy, have a new home?”

Wulan looked at her mother-in-law. Bu Broto saw clear water filling his son-in-law's bead.

“Why Wulan? You don't like it?”

Wulan wiped her tears with the tip of her arm.

“Wulan prefers to be with Mom here,” she said softly.

Mrs Broto smiled. Months of living in the house, a close bond that would be inevitable. And of course it feels heartbreaking when you have to part.

“We are not far from Wulan. Still in this town. You or mother, at any time can visit each other,” said bu Broto softly.

Wulan smiled faintly. Something that kept her afloat was the moment of feeling the affection and attention of her two in-laws. They never knew how much her husband always abused her. Not physically torturing, but his speech was as sharp as an acronym. He always underestimated her, considering her to be in this house because he liked the luxury he met.

“We can meet every day, can't we Yu?” broto said to Yu Sarni.

“Iya Ma'am, if you are still a city you can definitely meet every day.”

Wulan did not answer.

Suddenly the sound of a guitar, and the sound of a song melodious.

Wulan raised her face, and yu Sarni had already darted like an arrow towards the front.

“Hallo darling, nice to see you ..”

“Eh .. mas .. mas.. ouch, glad to come. But don't sing londo anymore, I don't understand,” said yu Sarni stopped the new song …

“What song do I like?”

“Walang kekek .. walang kadung …. Later I give the money double,” said Yu Sarni cheerfully, while reaching into his shirt pocket.

Then ‘pengamen’ it sings a song.

“Walah kekek .. walange kadung ...”

Suddenly someone came out of that door, looking at Yu Sarni angrily.

“What the fuck are you Yu? Tell him to stop yawning. Noisy. Sebel!” he said while throwing a limarine money in the direction of the ‘pengamen’.

“Yes, mr. Restu is cruel once ..”

“Go no?!” Restu rebukes the ‘pengamen’.

Then the ‘pengamen’ turned his body, and passed.

Feeling guilty, Yu Sarni followed all the way to the front of the fence.

“Mas, sorry yes Mas, this, I love money,” said yu Sarni while holding out a piece of money thousands.

“Thank you Mom, no need,” ‘ busker' it refused.

“Yeah, Mas angry huh? He was outrageous. Malevolent.”

“Who is Bu?”

“She's her son Mr. Broto, the owner of this house, her husband bu Wulan. But he's very rude. Poor thing, I sometimes hear him yelling at his wife. Though Miss Wulan is beautiful, kind, gentle. Uh, here, just take the money. That was thrown by the bad guys did not take. Tomorrow comes a little noon. Usually he has gone at this hour, do not know me, kok is still at home,” yu Sarni ngoceh at length, ‘pengamen’ it just nods, then passed, passed, after receiving the thousands of money given by Yu Sarni, fearing the giver was disappointed.

Yu Sarni went back inside the house, Restu who was carrying a briefcase was still standing at the door.

“Why are you Yu, rotten busker, watched,” nagging Restu growled.

“Pity him, sir, his name is also foraging,” said yu Sarni annoyed, while entering the house.

“What did you tell her to sing, she was Yu?” ask Broto while laughing.

“Ngak be Ma'am, sent away by Mr. Restu. Poor thing, he's looking for money,” grumbled yu Sarni.

“Restu is outrageous. Then you were called angel no?”

“Yes no Ma'am, she left without singing, just a little directly yelled at Mr. Restu.”

“Ya already, hopefully tomorrow comes again,” entertain bu Broto when see yu Sarni looks disappointed.

“Hm, not necessarily also, he will hurt Bu,” grumbled yu Sarni while continuing his work. Wulan did not say a word. The memory of moving house is very stressful.

***

It was already noon when Rio entered an office. He dressed simply, and wore simple shoes.

“Good day,” a reply to the security guard standing in front.

“Good day, can I help you Mas?”

“Is Mr Broto today in his office?”

“Oh, he has not been here long, is there an appointment?”

Rio nodded.

“Please continue to the back, there is his secretary.”

“Thank you.”

Rio stepped following the instructions of the security guard.  He met a girl who was outside the room, where on the door of the room was written the PRESIDENT DIRECTOR.

Hearing yu Sarni's chant that Wulan's husband was very rude to his wife, made him want to do something.

***

Tomorrow again yes.