GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
EPISODE 54
Restu looked at his wife not understanding.
“Why did you say that? I just asked about the little slippers, because usually there are no slippers like that.”
“I think Mr. Restu suspects me,” she said with a pouting mouth, then took her husband's bag, brought inside.
“Why is it so Pure? I never prejudiced you because you were my good wife. I am a bad man. But I will always try to be good,” said Restu while continuing to follow Pure's steps.
Purely just kept still, kept back preparing a drink for Restu, then helped take off his shoes and put them in the usual place.
“I have her lunch ready,” she said as she moved into the dining room.
“I've told the workshop children to buy their own food,” he said as he followed to the dining room, and sat waiting.
“I have prepared, why should buy?”
“I'll worry if you're exhausted. You see since yesterday you looked tired.”
“It's okay to be tired. If tired of his mind, it's a heavy one.”
“What are you thinking?”
“Sometimes the loyalty of a man is dubious.”
“What do you mean?”
“But it's nothing to me. Didn't we get married because we had to? The baby I'm carrying is the cause, right?”
“Murni, talk you're not funny. Do you suspect I did something bad? Didn't I ever go anywhere? After finishing the workshop, I went straight home. Have I ever gone other than to the workshop?”
“Ya already, just eat first, if the atmosphere is not good, eat also so bad,” said Pure while spooning rice to a suaminua plate.
But Restu felt, Pure is hiding something. It was like accusing him of doing bad. Cheating, like? My God, is it because I used to be such a depraved man that he didn't trust me? The inner word Restu.
After the meal, Restu sat in the living room. He did not want to go back to the workshop, before Murni told him about something he seemed to be hiding, so that made his attitude so strange, since yesterday.
Purely served orange juice to her husband, and the slices of mango he had just removed from the refrigerator.
Restu plucked it a few times.
“Sweet once.”
Purely sipped orange juice for himself.
“What did you mean? You have to explain it.”
“There are people who accuse me of seizing Mr. Restu from him,” said Pure who can no longer bear to hide everything.
“What?” Restu widened his eyes, stopped chewing the mango already in his mouth.
“For me it is not a big deal, I should know myself, that Mr. Restu married me for a reason. But please tell her, so as not to bother me anymore.”
“What?” restu said, still confused.
“Say also the same him, that after this child is born, I will take him away, and please marry him.”
“What?”
Purely stared intently at her husband.
“Pure, really I don't understand what you mean, and who do you mean it?”
“I used to be a bad guy. It may be said that I am bad, immoral, or depraved. But I have found the right way of life, I have understood what path I should take, leaving behind a dark and dirty life. I have repented Purely. You still don't trust me? It may be true, we marry not for love, but for something we must do. But I'm learning to love you, and slowly that love begins to grow, seeing your sincerity, your kindness, and all that you have. I don't even think about who you are, whose child you are, which family you belong to. Really am. Should I swear to it?”
Pure Eyes twitched, looking at her husband who said full of earnestness. It was hard not to believe it, because the wolf's eyes were no longer visible.
“You doubt it? Tell me who said it like that.”
“I don't know his name. She was beautiful, dressed in sexy clothes, but her mouth was sharp as an idol. He said the affair Mr. Restu. For two days he kept me at the market. I am not afraid, I dare to face him, but I feel disturbed.
“Tomorrow morning go to the market, I'll keep an eye on you. If the woman comes, let her face me.”
Pure nodded, feeling relieved for successfully bringing out what was making him depressed. Rest's words that he started overshadowing himself, made him palpitate with pleasure. Only now did he hear that there was a man who loved him, and that was spoken by the man he had originally hated so much.
“Now tell me about a boy named Trimo. Not because I was suspicious, but because you haven't told me about the person you were with when you left Mes at the time.
Then Murni told me everything, about Trisni and her son Trimo, who came busking at Wulan's house, and gave her money and food, then later he met the boy again, and stayed at his house for two nights.
Restu.
“Tell him to stay here, let me send him to school.”
“I have asked so, but he does not want to, because he has to help his mother trade fried foods.
***
“Kok can-can you play that far anyway Mo, walk anyway,” reprimand bu Trisni when her son gets home.
“His position is to piggyback on Parmo mas which sells crackers, down near the house where the Trimo met Bu Murni for the first time. Trimo took an angkot home, went down on the big road there. Bu Murni is running money again with Trimo.”
“Yeah, Pure mom already gave a lot to us.”
“Yes too, but Trimo can't resist. After all, Mama Murni did not live there anymore. Already moved, then Trimo looking for him, and met in the market, when there was a woman suddenly wanted to hit Pure bu, then Trimo managed to prevent it by pulling his body.”
“Lhoh, why?”
“Ne do not know Mom, it seems she hates the same bu Pure.”
“Surely he's a bad guy. Pure BU is so good, how could anyone hate him?”
“Pastya Bu.”
“Pure Bu is now rich Ma'am, the house is nice. Trimo was told to stay there, but Trimo would not. If the Trimo leaves, who helps the sales mother?” continued.
“Iya also heck Mo. But if you like, yes it's okay, later I want to tell people to help.”
“Don't Mom, let Trimo help you. Later if Trimo school, before leaving Trimo to deliver merchandise, he went home to take the money. So much better.”
“Ya already, it's up to you. Now rest. You must be tired.”
***
That morning Pure came out of the house, having run out of coffee. She searched the nearest shop in a hurry, having to prepare it before her husband left for work.
He was standing on the side of the road, waiting for the quiet road before crossing, because the intended shop was located across the street.
“Why when shopping I forgot to buy coffee,” regretted mengedumel while waiting.
But before he managed to cross, a biker drove in front of him, and like accidentally bumped into him. Purely slammed.
***
Tomorrow again yes.
