GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
EPISODE 63
“You pregnant?”
“Yes, this is your husband's son. So you can't prevent us from coming together,” Lisa said triumphantly.
But Thomas's mom is flinching. He then showed no reaction. Even the reaction would be to lose the husband. She already knew that her husband could not be prevented, and since yesterday she had intended to sue her husband for divorce.
“Oh, that's not a problem for me. Whether you are pregnant or not, that man named Thomas is no longer useful to me. So go ahead if you want to unite or whatever you want to do. I came here just to let you know that the bracelet he once gave you, I gave it to the original owner,” said Thomas with a cynical smile, then turning her body left Lisa screaming in anger.
“It's mine! It's already mine. Why did you return him? The bracelet has been given to meuuu!” his yell.
But casually, Ms. Thomas turned her body.
“You should know, that the bracelet was stolen by Mr. Restu from his wife. So you want to feel like you own the stolen goods? Please take care of the bracelet, if you want your business with the authorities to be more complicated.”
Lisa was still screaming hysterically, while Thomas was gone behind the door,
Officers then took him back into the detention room.
***
“I'm suing for your divorce, and it's up to you what you want to do. You are free.”
“Why so Mom, I've apologized, and promised to_”
“There are no promises I will hear. Pack your things immediately.”
“You really want a divorce from me?”
“Then what else? Can't you forget him? She's pregnant with your child anyway.”
“What?”
“She's pregnant. Grab your happiness,” said Ms. Thomas cynically, then walked away from her husband who was still dumbstruck in the living room.
Mr. Thomas stood up immediately, took the car keys. She had to ask Lisa about the pregnancy.
“Are you really pregnant?”
“Do you bring me food? Only once you send me food, so long as it is no longer.”
“Yes, I'm sorry. Munah met my wife and she forbade Munah to do it.”
“But now ajy kapar, and want to eat something nice to eat human. Not garbage.”
“Let's calm Lisa, I'll order some food for you. Right now I just want to know, are you really pregnant?”
“Yes, I am pregnant, and I crave good food.”
“Alright, I'll get a divorce with my wife soon, then I'll marry you.”
“Good. But first you have to free me.”
“If that one I can't promise. Your case has been passed to the prosecution and the one reporting is my wife on behalf of the woman you hit. You still have to undergo legal process.”
“Didn't you have money?”
“It won't mean anything. So live your sentence first, it won't be long, I'll hire a lawyer to ease your punishment while I'll marry you. After this.”
“Quick do, buy me a house, and also a car.”
“Don't think about it, the important thing is that the baby you bear must have a father.”
“But this baby wants his father to be poor. He must have everything.”
“Lisa, you should know, I can't do what I used to do. The company I'm in, actually belongs to my wife.”
“What? So you're actually poor? Don't have anything.”
“Lisa, don't we love each other? Whatever happens, rich or poor, if we can always be both, then we will be happy.”
“Where is possible? I don't want a poor man,” serve him without feeling.
“Love will never exist as long as we live a shortage. Better leave me and give me good food first.”
Mr. Thomas left Lisa with a feeling of annoyance The girl he judged turned out to only like his property. While he actually has nothing.
Lisa returned to the detention room with no less regret. He had intended to tie Mr. Thomas, in order to still be able to have fun with him, but it turns out that Mr. Thomas will be poor because the greatest property of the Thomas family belongs to the wife. Lisa began to think what steps to take. The confinement in the place of detention, which would certainly also lead him to prison, did not deter him. The ambition of treasures was very attractive to him. A hard life is not his dream. Then he is ready to do everything. Maybe later, after getting out of jail.
***
Wulan, who has received the gift of pregnancy, feels that her baby is not too fussy. He only often felt like eating something he could not resist, never felt nauseous anything else vomiting.
Like that night, suddenly Wulan whined to buy ruja. Though it was midnight, and Rio had already fallen asleep since a while ago.
“Rio ... wake up dong Rio ..”
Rio squirms, then switches position to face towards his wife, from the one who originally slept on her back.
“Hm..?”
“Mau rujak dong,” his whining.
Rio. He sat down and rubbed his eyes.
“What did you say?”
“Rubby driver, which is spicy, which is sour.”
“Wulan, tomorrow morning I will buy as much for you, now sleep.”
“Mau now,” whining again.
“What? It's midnight. Where is there a rujak seller?”
“I peed once, if not eat rujak now, my baby will whine constantly.
“Baby .. always just excuse the baby every time you ask for something. It was not that Rio objected to fulfilling it. How much is a plate of rujak worth? But it's midnight. Where is there a Rujak stall in the middle of the night?
“Wulan, my beautiful angel ...”
Rio tried to persuade by all means, but what Wulan said was only rujak.
“Mau rujak.”
Is not very fresh rujak eaten in the middle of the day, which is hot, where the body feels sultry, then eaten while sitting under a tree, and_”
“Now.”
“Wulan?”
“Mau rujak.”
Rio got up from his sleep, got off the bed. Then take the phone, look for where there's a street vendor in the middle of the night. Niente. Rio scratched his non-itchy head.
“Rio ..” Wulan whined, no matter the face of her husband, I was confused.
“Ya, yes .. alright.”
Rio came out of the room, after wearing long pants and singlet t-shirts accordingly. He took the car keys and took the car out of the yard.
“Why not ask for a handful of gold just so I can easily give it?” gerutu while continuing to drive his car, I don't know.
The shop has been closed for a long time. Everywhere deserted, there are several food stalls that are still open, but none provide rujak. He often heard the seller laughing whenever he asked ‘does ruejak? The spicy, the sour?’
Rio mauk into his car which is still parked on the side of the road, among several food stalls that are still open.
Suddenly he saw a woman, a fruit-seller, stumbling among his various merchandise. Rio descended, approaching the woman who half closed her eyes while leaning on one of her trading baskets.
“Bu, have rujak?” ask carefully.
***
Tomorrow again yes.
