GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

EPISODE 75

Purely speechless, somewhat hesitant to accept Mr. Warso's offer. But he didn't offer, he was like forcing. There is an unpleasant feeling to Pure. Why does it seem Mr. Warso treats him more? Though he's a new employee, not even a month to work in his store.

“Why Bu?”

“Pak Warso wants to take me to doctor.”

“Yes already, that's better. Mr. Warsaw people are, must have a good doctor subscription and ready at all times, do not need to wait like if you check at the puskesmas.

“Iya anyway.”

“It's okay Mom, let's Miss me. My job is done.”

When then Mr. Warso came, Pure was surprised. Mr. Warso is not carrying a pick up like the one he used to shop yesterday, but carrying a nice car.

Pure has just moved to take his bag, Mr. Warso has gone down first, approaching Gilang who is being carried by Trisni ma'am.

“This Misses ya?”

“Iya Sir,” replied Trisni ma'am who was carrying Gilang in front of the house.

“Ngganteng really, and looks healthy.”

“Iya. Come Gilang, say hello to Mr. Warso,” said Ms. Trisni while raising Gilang's hand towards Mr. Warso. Mr. Warsaw accepted it with a friendly smile.

“Pure is ready?”

“Already Sir, sorry, Mr so bothered,” said Pure who came out of the house.

“No hassle. If you're sick and can't work, I'll bother, right?”

“Perhaps only catch a cold.”

“Ya already, whatever the pain, you should immediately be checked by a doctor,” said Mr. Warso while opening the car door for Pure.

Purely waved his hand, as Mr. Warso's car moved away.

Gilang stared at the car as it went, as if asking who was with my mother.

Ms. Trisni immediately went inside. He felt, Mr. Warso's attitude was excessive. There is a sense of worry, just in case Mr. Warso has other intentions, such as his estimates that he had expressed to Pure.

“Waduh, what happens later yes, does Murni ma'am want to be the same old half-sister Warso? But he is rich. If it is a matter of the needs of life, Pure ma'am will not be lacking, if you want to be the same Mr. Warso. But Mama still has a husband. Geez, he said he wanted a divorce, what because bu Murni began to like the same half-old widower?”

***

“Rio, who are you calling?” ask Wulan when they finished their breakfast.

“I told people to deliver Mast Restu car to lodging.”

“It is so difficult for Restu, why not just go to Trimo's house, if indeed he suspects that Murni is there?”

“Sungkan said, because Trisni ma'am already said that Murni is not in his house.”

“What exactly does Pure mean? From the first like to blur,” grumbled Wulan annoyed.

“Do not overly blame Pure. What he saw was real. It was made with satisfactory results by Lisa, that is what Lisa meant. It may be difficult for Pure to believe any reason, because it was discovered that Restu was in Lisa's room and it was locked and Lisa had made it so that it was all real. A torn shirt, for example, is undeniable proof.

“Yes, but Murni should have heard what Restu.” says

“It seems difficult, unless there is a mediator, or there is evidence that Marsih is Lisa. Where is he now? Do we have to catch him so he'll explain everything to Murni?”

Wulan let out a long breath. Many twists and turns of life lived Purely.

“Hopefully Pure and mas Restu can pass this exam.”

Rio picked up his phone when he heard the ringing of the phone call.

“Ya .. right, that's the car key, the address I've sent you is not it? Yes, do my orders immediately. Alright.”

“The car key has been obtained?” ask Wulan when Rio finished calling.

“Yes already, we leave for the office now? I must always be in the office, because since Pure disappeared, father like less excited, let alone considering the condition of Mastu increasingly thin, like unkempt.”

“Alright, I can understand. Moreover mother, also yu Sarni.”

“According to me, Murni is a bit of a bully. Should have told mom or yu Sarni that she and her son are fine.”

“Ya already, however Pure is also in turmoil, like feeling failed in achieving his happiness. Later if the existence of Pure is clear, me or you must catch up with him. Purely would not believe what Restu said. Difficult to believe, especially if you remember the past Mast Restu so bad.”

“Hopefully everything is fine.”

***

Mr. Warso and Murni are already in his doctor's waiting room. There was one patient before, so both of them still had to wait, while Pure was again struck by weakness and dizziness. He failed to bring the eucalyptus oil in his room.

“Why?”

“Pusing once. Did you bring eucalyptus oil?”

“White wood oil? Waduh, in the store actually there. But I didn't bring it.”

“I am very dizzy, and now back nausea.”

“Let me buy dilu, maybe in a stall near here there,” said Mr. Warso standing up.

“No need sir, just later.”

“Don't let me buy first, it seems that you need it most,” said Mr. Warso as he stepped away, out of the waiting room.

“Aduh, I am very troublesome, but certainly also just because of the cold. But I've brought sleep all night, kok ya still also taste bad this,” complained Pure.

“Mother dizzy huh?” suddenly one of the patients sitting in front of him asked.

“Iya Ma'am, very dizzy, my body is limp, and nauseous once my stomach.”

“Do not get pregnant,” said the mother earlier.

“What? Pregnant?”

“The signs are like pregnant people. But do not know also, really pregnant or just my estimate.”

Purely began to count, when was the last time he menstruated.

“Ah yes, during being at home bu Trisni I have never experienced. But pregnant? Time anyway?” he said in his heart.

Suddenly, the memory of the pregnancy made her stomach stir. Purely ran towards the bathroom and like last night, she spewed out all of her entrails.

***

It turns out that the stall in question, the place is a bit far from the place of his doctor's practice. But Mr. Warsaw is relieved, can bring the eucalyptus oil that Pure needs. He immediately rushed back, feeling that he had gone too long.

“Murni must be impatient. Pity him too. I regretted taking her shopping all day. He must be very tired, especially if he is not used to riding in a car. The car is ugly. After all, it was indeed a car for shopping,” murmured Mr. Warso along the way.

“Pak ... sir, his wallet fell,” suddenly a shout sounded from behind him.

Mr. Warso turned his head, and indeed his wallet had fallen. Apparently in a hurry, he did not put his wallet in his pocket perfectly.

“Thank you,” said Mr. Warso to the woman who greeted him.

The woman turned out to be very beautiful and charming. Mr. Warsaw was stunned when his smile was like nailing himself so he could not step again.

Suddenly another shout was heard, from the direction where his doctor was practicing.

“Paaak, Paaak, wife of Father fainted.”

***

Tomorrow again yes.