GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
EPISODE 73
"What kind of Rio?, just following up to here, how can I know where Pure's destination is headed
“According to me, they're out of town.”
“Which city's outside? To the left can, continue can also.”
“Well, let's find him. I was alone, not daring to decide for myself. That's why I brought you a.restu.”
“If it continues, it means its destination to the home of Trimo.”
“Trimo? The little boy who used to bushy, then when Murni ran away while not married also to his home?”
“Yes. Her. I once searched up to Trimo village, instead met Trimo on the road, but Trimo said that Pure is not at home he.”
“And mas Restu believe?”
“Then he lied?”
“Pure run away from home, reluctant to return. If he was somewhere, he most likely asked all the residents of the house to cover his existence. Yes right?”
“I mean, that time Trimo lied?”
“Maybe not, but most likely .. yes.”
“Then we go to the Trimo house only. Langsng to his house.”
“Mas Restu already know his home?”
“Meet Restu near the market, surely her house is around there. Village people can definitely answer if we ask about the house of people in their village.”
“Good then. We go to Trimo.”
“May we succeed.”
“Aamiin.”
Restu brought Rio's car, because he's the one who knows where Trimo's village is. The information received from Rio, was very encouraging.
“Later to meet, I beg you to tell me what happened that night. If I spoke, he wouldn't believe.”
“Iya, ready. The important thing is to meet first, right?”
***
Mr. Warsaw handed over the records of the items to the warehouse section, then sat casually at the front shop. He was thinking, when will he propose to Murni. It seemed that Pure did not refuse every time she told him anything. But it was denied by Mr. Warso himself.
“Yes, do not refuse to be told anything, he is not my employee, how dare he argue? Then it's not a measure that he likes me too. Hard huh, a young lady, falling in love with a half old man like me? But I am still strong, and strong. I'm handsome, too. When I was young, a lot of girls were crazy about me. Don't you? So even though I'm half old, surely the remnants of good looks are still there. The hell time, Pure will reject it? Anyway if he wants to be with me, his life will be enough. It's just that I've never asked, when did she become a widow, is she ready to marry again now? Where is her husband, divorced or dead? Well, it turns out that the information about Pure is incomplete I received. I only accepted because she was beautiful and looked smart. She said only as a widow with one child. Point, I've never asked further. Tomorrow I will ask,”, Mr. Warso said in his heart, while watching his employees serve the buyers.
Pak Warso store was never empty of buyers, but he closed his shop before Maghrib. No employee shifts, all working from morning until close, by getting twice a day's meals. At rest, and before going home.
Suddenly Mr. Warso saw a car he recognized this afternoon. A nice car followed him.
“Kok turned out he got here? Was he the one who followed me? But the name of the car does not belong to just someone. Many cars are the same, both brand and color.” Murmured Mr. Warso slowly.
The driver of the car went down, and apparently only bought a box of drinking water. But no, not just buying, he was like asking something. Mr. Warso stood closer, eavesdropping on what he was asking.
“Trimo? He's a trader in the market?” ask one of his employees. Apparently the handsome man asked the house of someone named Trimo.
“Not. The trimo was still a child.”
“Oh, still a kid huh? Well, I'm sorry. If my little boy doesn't know. What's his parents' name?” ask the employee again.
“Mas Rio know parents name Trimo?”
“Waduh, don't know me.”
The man who was Restu returned to the store and said that they did not know the name of his parents.
“Wah, then I don't know sir. Sorry.”
“Ya already, well, thank you Ma'am,” replied Restu while carrying the drink box he had bought, in the direction of the car.
The car passed.
“Ask a child's address, where do I know?” the employee muttered.
But apparently Mr. Warso actually knew who was meant. Pure often buy food for the fruits of the hands of people at home, among others whose name is Trimo. It wasn't once that Pure twice bought something for a Trimo.
“Who exactly is that man? Her husband? Her ex-husband? His brother? I remember, the one who put the miss ad in the paper was the Subroto family by name. He confessed to his parents. Then who was that man? Then perhaps it is true, who followed me during the day was indeed his Pure family, in fact now it is here. Apparently they were indeed looking for the existence of Pure. Hopefully not to meet,” murmured Mr. Warso in heart.
***
Gilang had taken a shower, and played with the Trimo in front of the house. Murni was chatting with Trisni's mom casually, because that day Trisni could go home early after taking part in shopping Pak Warso to the city.
Pure has started to stock ASI in bottles that he has bought with Pak Warso when they shop. It is true, thus Pure can work more calmly, because Gilang will not lack ASI.
“Starting tomorrow, I will probably only go home during the day at rest, then only be able to go home before maghrib.”
“Oh yes? It's okay, Mom, I'm a lot of annoyance. After sending the merchandise, just play with Gilang.”
“Actually I hesitated, always troublesome bu Trisni.”
“It's okay Mom, don't think about it. Let's just say we're family, so don't have that feeling in Pure's heart anymore. Likes and sorrows we will shoulder together.”
“I have to thank you for meeting people as good as Trisni and Trimo.”
“Didn't I have to thank you Mom? Because Pure Ma'am I can have enough income, and Trimo can go to school as he wishes.”
“Only because I have a little leftover Bu.”
“Then don't ever hesitate. I would be happy to do anything for Pure Ma'am. Trimo is also very happy to get a fat and funny sister.”
Purely smiled.
“Cock smell of cooking yes Mom, mom cook ya?”
“Iya, ouch, almost forgot, I cooked chicken soup, because Gilang like, I briefly turn off the stove,” said Bu Trisni While moving to the kitchen.
Suddenly Pure felt strange. Smelling the savory and delicious smell of cooking, making his stomach suddenly nauseous.
“Aduh, why am I?”
The nausea was getting worse, making Pure then run to the back of the house.
Ms. Trisni who was in the kitchen was surprised to see Pure running around, then shortly afterwards she heard the sound of Pure vomiting.
“Okay, that's Pure bu why? Definitely tired after joining Pak Warso go to the city,” he said while following in the direction of the bathroom. Pure Diliatnya came out from there with a pale face and gasping breath.
“Why Mom? The wind, huh? I'll get you some eucalyptus oil.”
***
Tomorrow again yes.
