GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING ANGEL 06
GOOD MORNING ANGEL 06
(Tien Kumalasari)
Rio was staring at a beautiful woman who was sitting while facing the laptop.
“Good morning,” say slow.
The woman raised her face, and looked at the big tall man with a handsome face but modestly dressed was fixed. For a moment he was fascinated, so that for a moment he could not say anything.
“Good morning,” Rio said it again.
“Oh, uh ... morning .. Can I help you?”
“I want to meet Mr. Broto.”
“There is an appointment?”
“Mm ... already,” replied Rio accordingly. The promise is certainly not there, but did not Mr Broto himself say that if he accepted his offer to work then he could meet him? He saw the beautiful girl who seemed to be secretary Mr. Broto was squeezing an intercom den talking to his superior.
“Someone wants to meet Mr,” he said via intercom.
“Who?”
“Sorry Mas, who are you?”
“I Rio.”
“Bapak, his name is Rio, he said there has been a promise with Mr.”
“Tell him in,” the leader said.
“Please enter Mas, Mr. Broto is waiting.”
Rio nodded, knocked on the door slowly, then opened it after being welcomed.
“Good morning Sir,” Rio bowed respectfully.
“You? Who used to busk in a stall?”
“Ya.”
“It turns out you were handsome once. With simple clothes you look handsome,” praise Mr. Broto while continuing to look at Rio.
Rio nodded blushingly.
“Sit.”
Rio sat down after pulling the chair in front of Mr. Broto.
“Finally you came here. You accept my offer?”
“Ya Pak.”
Rio handed over the map containing the proposal. Broto only read it at a glance.
“You graduated SMA already six years more yes.”
“Ya sir,” Rio replied.
“KTP you written ‘student’ ... you are still in college?”
Rio's surprised. The copy of his ID card has expired, he took it immediately. And luckily Mr. Broto didn't pay much attention to the year.
“It .... never .. but .. has no charge,” one more lie.
“You have a SIM ?”
“Punya sir,” but suddenly Rio felt worried, if Mr. Broto wants to see his SIM, will definitely be discovered his true identity.
“But ... I did not bring it ... because ..”
“Ya already, the important thing you have right?”
“Ya Sir,” Rio nodded with a sigh of relief.
“This application is too formal. You are not my hire as a company driver, but a personal driver.”
Rio cheering. This is according to his expectations. He could meet Wulan every day.
“After work, you don't need busking to meet your mother's needs,” said Mr. Broto with a smile.
“Ya Sir .”
“But sometimes I want to listen to you sing.”
Rio laughed widely.
“You can start working today too, but I want to see how you drive the car. So wait a minute, after I finish checking this document, I'm going home. You deliver me yes, I don't need to tell the company driver.”
“Good.”
“I will see how you work, if I like, you can keep working, otherwise. I don't like speeding chauffeurs, and don't be careful, because he brings human life.”
“Good.”
“Please wait a minute. I finish my job first, then take me home. Oh yeah, did you bring a vehicle?”
“Ti .. no, I am up .. ojol.”
“Good, so you will not need to come back here to pick up the vehicle. Oh yes, in the refrigerator there is a cold drink, just take it if maybe you are thirsty.”
“Thank you Sir,” Rio replied, but he was flinching in his chair.
He sat there waiting, and his hand reached into his cell phone. Then he wrote a message to someone.
“Met, have the driver pick up my car, put it in the office only. I'll send you the address.”
Demikin the short message, then he put his phone back in his pocket.
He looked at Mr. Broto's office room, which was neatly arranged to hear luxurious and modern furniture. He was alone in the room, while his secretary was outside, in a room of his own. He stared at the face of Mr. Broto, a half-old man who still looked handsome, with a friendly face and a smile that always fell on his lips. At first glance Rio could read, that Mr. Broto was a good person. It was very different from her son who was rude and could not appreciate others. He could imagine, what kind of life Wulan as a handsome but rude wife. Why Wulan won't answer when she asks ‘are you happy’. He was sure Wulan was hiding something. Wulan, the girl he still loves very much. He did not want the girl to suffer.
“I sincerely let you go if you find Wulan's happiness, but I am not willing if it turns out you are hurt,” whispered his inner self.
Rio had to wait for about half an hour, before then Mr. Broto closed the file he had checked.
He squeezed the intercom, then the beautiful secretary came in.
“Check back the letter to PT Cipta Daya,” he said while standing, then looked at Rio.
“Let's go home.”
Rio nodded, then stood up, and followed Mr. Broto out of the room.
***
Rio turned his head towards Mr. Broto, then Mr. Broto realized the mistake of his speech. Did a busker have a car?
“Mm ... I mean ... You've been a driver before?”
“Yy ... yes, ever.”
“Why stop and choose busking?”
“The company I work for has closed,” replied Rio accordingly.
“Oh ... what company is it?”
“It ... just a building materials store,” again it's the answer. Rio was hoping that Mr. Broto would stop his question, so that his line of sins would not be too long.
“O, even though development is crowded everywhere.”
Rio did not answer.
“Why aren't you married?”
“Douh, right the girl I love was taken by her,” Rio muttered inwardly.
“There may be no one who likes you. Are you a handsome? Or ... You choose too much?”
Rio smiling.
“If you want to get married, get married. Do not wait rich, because the windfall is set from Sana,” continued Mr. Broto while his index finger pointed in an upward direction.
Rio just smiled, and nodded.
For a moment Rio was silent.
“Let me help you find a beautiful wife.”
“Rio smile wide.
“Helper in my house, his name is yu Sarni.”
Then Rio looked at Mr. Broto in wonder. Will he be betrothed to the maid? Rio's seen it twice. He was no longer young, about 50 years old. Sure enough, the time is Mr Broto will match him with yu Sarni?
“He has an unmarried daughter,” continued Mr. Broto.
Rio's breathing. It turns out that his son is Yu Sarni.
“She is still in the village, has graduated High School. Beautiful really, she was also diligent, once helped at home when her mother was sick. He is also very polite, not flirtatious like the girls now.”, Mr. Broto is like offering merchandise. Like what the hell, Yu Sarni's son?
Rio just smiled, not answering anything.
“Don't smile that way, you haven't seen the guy yet. If you have seen it, you must be klepek-klepek,” Pak Broto spoke so smoothly, like flowing river water. Rio was astonished, how a person who had never known before could talk so familiarly with himself. But Rio smiled widely when he heard the term ‘klepek-klepek’ spoken by his new employer.
***
“Bu ... have Sarni make you a drink for our new driver,” said Mr. Broto as soon as he got home.
“New driver?” ask bu Broto wonder.”
“Iya. Mom remember when we ate out and there was a singing busker, which I liked, the sound was good, the song wasn't just a song?”
“O, the. Which father offered the job? So he actually came to see Mr?”
“Iya. He drives very well.”
“But you have to be careful. Today can not trust people just like that.”
“Iya, I know. There's his application, there's his ID card, his address in the village. Everything clear. He's also very polite. Let me see. I hope I'm not wrong.”
“Yu Sarni,” bu Broto yelling calling his maid.
Yu Sarni was setting the table for lunch, with Wulan. He came closer as soon as Broto called him.
“Ya Bu.”
“In front there is a new father driver, make him drink. And if there is, prepare a meal for him. Just put it on the terrace,” said Ms. Broto.
“Oh, any new driver? Well ma'am,” said Yu Sarni who immediately went to the back to fulfill the orders of her employer.
“There are guests Yu?” ask Wulan who is putting food on the table.
“Not guests. I have a new driver. I was told to make a drink and feed it.
“New driver?” ask Wulan wonder.
“Yes. He was in front,” yu Sarni was busy making drinks, then preparing a meal for the new driver. A plate of rice, a plate of side dishes, and a bowl of vegetables.
“It's complete huh Bu?”
“Give him fried chicken Yu, it is ripe too.”
“O, yes. Alright.”
Then Yu Sarni brought the drink and food to the front.
Wulan had finished arranging the table, then she washed her hands, ready to invite her two in-laws to eat.
“Yeah Mom, the new driver was handsome bangeeet,” exclaimed yu Sarni while putting a tray on the kitchen table.
“You are you, I was surprised.
Yu Sarni of course did not realize that actually had met ‘sang chauffeur’ twice, when he busied in the house. You see when busking he wears a wide hat, so his face is not so clear. He once briefly looked at him, and said that the busker was handsome, but not so clear as well. It's just a glimpse.
“Ber you Bu, very handsome. Who knows, he wants to be the son-in-law of yu Sarni,” said yu Sarni chuckled.
“Iya Yu, hopefully. Yu Sarni's son has graduated High School kok ya.”
“It was a year ago Mom, you also helped here.”
“Iya, I know, the Pure one right?”
“Iya.”
Wulan stepped forward, to tell her two in-laws that lunch was ready, when she saw a shadow rising above the terrace.
“Dia?”
Wulan tried to keep her mouth shut tightly, so that her surprise did not make a sound.
***
Tomorrow again yes.
