GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
EPISODE 64
The fruit seller opened his eyes wide, staring at the handsome man standing in front of his wares.
“What?” tanyanya did not believe what she heard.
“Rujak sale?”
“What time is it? It's almost morning, looking for rujak? Right, rujak? Did I hear wrong?”
“Benar Bu, my wife cravings, midnight asking to buy rujak. I've been looking for hours, not met.”
“Of course I did not meet. Oh my, wife cravings? Indeed the hell, people crave like the strange.”
“Where are you Mom, I can find rujak tonight?”
“Ya tired, and will not be able if you want to find a sales person in this hour.”
“Aduh, my wife how later?” confused Rio.
“Look it, Mas buy some fruit, which tastes asem, then shredded.”
“Here is the parute?”
“Yes nothing, this is a fruit kiosk, not a kitchen. So Mas had to take it home, shredded it himself. Gratitude at home there is chilli, java sugar, already. Killed together so, so bye, ryejaknya.”
“Oh, that's Bu.”
“Only that's the only way, if you want to find people selling rujak ya raka mas at this hour.”
“Alright, choose a fruit suitable for rujak.”
“This mom seems to love wife very much huh. New pregnant first?”
“Iya Bu,” Rio said while holding out some money.”
“Wah, fortunately Mas, this I still have the rest of sambal lotis last afternoon. This is for Mas only. Later after the fruit is grated rough, just mix the same sambelnya this, do not make.”
“Oh, that's it. Hopefully there are tools at home.”
“If there is no grate, it is finely rhymed enough Mas.”
Rio came home with a feeling of relief. He had to get to the house, go straight to the kitchen. Right, there is no grater, or if there is, Rio does not know the place. Then he chopped some kind of fruit, then mixed with sambal lotis given fruit seller.
“Hm, done. Good luck,” Rio muttered while carrying the rujak he had placed in the bowl.
Slowly he entered the room, and his heart slipped to see his wife fall asleep.
Rio put the rujak on the nightstand, then swayed his wife's body slowly.
“From me, the spirit is already there. Build yuk.”
But let alone waking up, Wulan instead nagged resentfully at her husband.
“Night-night like this tell eat rujak anyway mas? It's so sleepy of me,” he said as he coiled under the blanket.
Rio sighed heavily.
“It turns out that people crave sometimes annoying as well,” murmured while heading to the bathroom to clean themselves, while the wife fell asleep without being disturbed.
***
Early in the morning Wulan woke up, surprised to see there was a bowl of rujak on the nightstand, while the husband was still asleep. His mind drifted towards last night, and surmised, how there was a rut on the nightstand and still looked fresh.
Wulan snatched it up a little.
“Hm, soon,” he said while bringing out the ramjak, then putting it on the dining table.
She rushed to the bathroom after waking up her husband. Then out of the room, into the kitchen. She made her husband's favorite drink and also for herself, then sat in the dining room.
When Rio exited the room, then followed him into the dining room, he glanced towards the rujak bowl he made last night. His eyes widened, seeing that the bowl was empty.
“Refired?”
“What is Mas?”
“Travel.”
“Recommissioned. Very tasty, spicy and delicious seger. Buy where last night?” ask without feeling guilty.
“At the end of the world,” replied Rio while sipping his bitter coffee.
“Kok at the end of the world anyway? Later I want to be bought like this one earlier.”
“What? That's me who made it, you know.”
“You made yourself, Rio?”
“There are, in the blind night people sales rujak?” the upset.
Wulan grabbed her husband's hand and kissed him gently. But there was still something else that upset Rio.
“What?”
“It should be like this,” he said without sin.
Rio nodded lethargicly, then grabbed his wife's stomach.
“Continue dizzy your father yes,” he said gently, then lowered his head, kissed him for long.
***
That afternoon after returning from the office, Rio happily brought two packages of rujak bought by him in the stall that happened to be passed by him. Hoping to get a thank you, Wulan instead whined to say that his taste was not the same.
“Why is Rio different? I want something like that.”
“You didn't hear, that I made it myself.”
“Then make it yourself by you. Your son does not like to be made by others,” he said with a spoiled smile. Ngggemesin right? Though he only bought fruit, and sambal lotis given by the fruit seller.
“Rio ..” door.
There's still the rest of the fruit in the fridge, but the sauce? Though he forgot where the fruit stall that last night gave sambal lotis.
Rio scratched his head, and Wulan without feeling guilty, wiggled her husband's hand to immediately make another stir for her.
So all Rio had to do was find the fruit seller, and ask where he bought his lotis sambal, so that he could buy the following seller.
What somewhat amused him was that the moment Wulan accompanied him looking for the fruit seller, who after meeting only chuckled at Rio's request.
“Sambal lotis it, I bought it at the milling lotiser Pak, usually he passed by late afternoon.”
“What time?”
“Ya about an hour or two away is Mas.”
“Should it be like that?” rio asked still bid to the wife.
“Must be like earlier,” the door without twelve.
“Alright, let's sit under the tree while waiting for the lotisnya pass.
***
The day went on, Gilang had already begun to learn to walk.
Restu's affection for Murni and his son is getting bigger. His happiness was at home, joking with his wife and children.
“I hope, Gilang soon got a sister,” said Restu as he glanced at his wife.
“Say is still small, later I can not take good care,” Pure rebuttal.
“Seeper, agat you are not exhausted.”
“I'm not exhausted.”
“You must be exhausted. Gilang has begun to actively play, and if it is running, he needs extra care. So my advice, find a helper.”
“Iya, I'll think about.”
“And especially, I want Gilang to have a sister soon,” Restu repeated his statement.
Purely just smiled shyly. If there really is a maid, surely not so bothered to look after Gilang and his sister-to-be.
***
That day Murni was shopping at a traveling greengrocer, while Gilang sat on a push bike. Otherwise, he would have run everywhere.
“The son is getting bigger the more handsome he looks yes Mom,” praise the greengrocer.
“Iya. And getting naughty tuh.”
“It's okay naughty little boy Mom. Don't you want to find a maid?”
“Iya, it will be easy, if there is a suitable,” replied Pure while choosing vegetables.
Pure just carrying his groceries, while pushing the bike that Gilang was riding, when suddenly a woman's voice sounded.
“Excuse me, Bu.”
“Yes, who do you want to meet?”
“I am from the village, looking for a job. Maybe mom would accept me working as a maid here.”
Purely looked at the woman in front of him. He was young, but had a defect in his cheek.
***
Tomorrow again yes.
