GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
EPISODE 71
That day Murni came home with milk for Gilang, and a snack for the Trisni family. Every week she goes shopping, especially for her son. He also helped the Trisni family by buying rice and other kitchen necessities.
Ms. Trisni had reprimanded him, but Pure did it anyway.
“Bu, why do you always shop for me too? Didn't the mother work, to meet Gilang's needs? So in my opinion, I just buy it for the needs of Gilang. For example milk, porridge, and others. I've felt enough. Not good just to burden Murni,” said Trisni.
“No, who's weighing? I have quite a windfall, so it's okay, a little share.”
“But the main one is the requirement of Gilang.”
“Iya Ma'am, I know. It's not how much. Mr. Warso was very kind, always tipping for me. He said because my job is good.
“Really?”
“Pak Warso is very good to all its employees. Of course including me. My friends also say so.”
“But Pure bu must be careful lho.”
“What's the reason for Bu?”
“Pak Warso is a widower.”
Purely laughed at the words of Ms. Trisni.
“Bu Trisni is all there is. What if he is a widower? He was not good just to me. To other employees as well.”
“Ee, I just reminded you. Other employees are mostly men, women are only villagers like me. While this Pure Bu is still young and beautiful you know.”
Pure laughs back.
“Bu Trisni, I am also a villager. I am in the city just by chance, because my symbol works in the city.”
Suddenly accidentally mentioned the symbol, Pure so sad. He was forced to abandon his loved ones, such as his own symbol, the Broto family, and the Rio family.
“Lho, bu Murni kok suddenly so grim?”
“I remembered my symb. Almost a month I left it.”
“Yes already, don't remember anymore. One day there will definitely be a chance for Pure Bu to meet.”
“Iya. I'm thinking how to.”
Suddenly Trimo came from outside the house, holding Gilang.
“Trimo, where did you take your sister?” ask Pure.
“Outside, see cows passing by,” said Trimo cheerfully.
“You if you invite Gilang must be careful. Do not take it to a hot place, the skin will be clean so black as your skin,” as long as Trini.
“No, Mom, just sit under that guava tree. Then there's a cow passing by, Gilang screaming happily.”
“Ya already, give the same bu Pure, time to drink Asi right. You shower there, it's already afternoon,” said his mother.
Pure received Gilang who was still laughing, then brought him to the room to give ASI.
***
But actually Pak Warso's treatment of Pure is different. True, Mr. Warso is good to all employees, often tipping for those who work well, but to Pure remains unequal. Pure always gets more. That's why Murni can always shop for family Trisni as well.
That day Murni was recording all the items that had been thinned, so that Pak Warso could shop to meet the needs of the store.
Suddenly Mr. Warso approached and looked at his work.
“Hready done Mur?”
“Not Sir, less bit.”
“Let me shop with you huh Mur?”
“Kok with me, Pardi where?” ask Pure. Pardi is an employee at the warehouse.
“Oh, is that it? But this is all heavy stuff. Rice, oil .. soap ...”
“Not you have to transport Mur, you just read our needs. They're gonna put him in the car.
“Alright then, I finish the note first yes Sir.”
“Ya, good. Finish it. Do not let anyone be missed, because the place shopping tuh far.”
“In town huh Sir?”
“Iya, if not to there, we can not sell cheap.”
“Iya Sir, I understand.”
“Ya already, just finish it first, I want to take the money that will be brought.”
“Good Sir.”
Purely continued his work, but in his heart he thought, long time shopping to the city? What if Gilang cries because usually in the break he comes home to give ASI.
When he finished and Mr. Warso approached, it was forced to say, because he worked the main thing was for his son.
“Pak, will we be long later?”
“What's Why Mur?”
“Mm .. sorry, right I have to go home every hour to give ASI my child.”
“Oh so huh? Actually, it can be overcome. You can save your ASI stock, so that if he is fussy it can be given immediately without waiting for you to go home.”
“But the stock of ASI should be stored in the refrigerator sir? Where I have. I was just stuck at my best friend's house.”
“Mur, in my house there is a double refrigerator, later one you can take home. Let's tomorrow if Pardi comes in to deliver it.”
“No Sir. Where possible? Should a refrigerator eat electricity? I can be damning who has a house sir. No need to.”
“Later to help pay for the electricity.”
“Aduh, do not Sir, I am a new person here, how can it be possible to receive such great kindness from you?”
“You work for your child. If your child is neglected, for example because here is a lot of work, or you have to overtime, right pity?”
“But ...”
“No need but-but, tomorrow let Pardi send it to your friend's house, the electricity I pay.
Pure silent silence. It's amazing, he wants to turn it down, but Mr. Warso forced him.
“This later you go home first, I deliver, you give your child ASI, then we leave all,” said Mr. Warso again.
“No Sir, if you can go home first, I go home first, the time you have to wait for me,” Sergah Murni.
“It's okay, to shorten the time, than later you think.”
There's nothing Pure can do, except according to what Mr. Warso said.
***
That day there was a lot of shopping. But Murni only gave the note, as well as adding that there may be items that are empty or lacking. Mr. Warsaw was so happy that Pure was so quick to master his work. The more steady his heart, to take Pure's wife. She's beautiful, smart, less what else? Even if she has a baby, what's wrong? It is okay to meet the needs of Pure. But that's not what he wants to say now. There must be an approach, and there must be a treatment that will be judged well by Pure, so that she does not mind accepting a widower like herself. Let me be cool, I thought Mr. Warso.
They came home in the afternoon, because Mr. Warsaw also invited him to stop by for lunch at a restaurant. There is an unpleasant feeling when eating together, while he is only an employee while Mr. Warso is the employer. But Mr. Warso seemed to really enjoy his lunch with this very attractive woman.
On the way home, a pair of eyes from inside the car stared at them. The Warso pack car is an open pick up, where the windshield of the car is not closed, so it is clear who is sitting in it.
“Is it Pure?” hisses.
***
Tomorrow again yes.
