GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNING ANGEL 08

“Rio slows down the speed of his car.

“Should I stop?” tanyakanya.

“No, just keep going. I will take care of him later, who is the woman who is with him,” replied Mr. Broto with an annoyed face.

“Friends in his office, perhaps,” says Rio accordingly.

“No, I never saw the woman. I don't like the way he looks. Looks like she's not a good girl.”

Rio just shut up. He felt that there was a close relationship between them. Maybe friendship, maybe more than that. But he has no right to comment on it.

“You know, where do I know that she is a bad woman?” ask Mr. Broto again.

Rio did not answer. He doesn't want to think anything, especially if he's Broto's son. What if he's offended?

“You saw the way he dressed? Just a quick glance I know, it's inappropriate clothing. Part of her shoulders were visible, cleavage was also visible, her lower skirt was far above the knees. Well, how Restu can get along with women like that,” upset Mr. Broto.

“Maybe just acquaintances, or happen to meet at a place to eat,” said Rio, just to ease the annoyance of Mr. Broto.

“I'm not takin. But I hope my guess is wrong.”

“We go straight home Sir?” rio asked to switch the conversation.

“Yes, we go straight home, and eat at home only. You know, my son-in-law is very good at cooking. The cooking is so good. That's what makes me rarely eat out.”

Rio smiling. That's the girl he loves.

“But I was astonished at Restu. He never had lunch at home. Eating at an expensive restaurant. Huh, squandering money alone,” Pak Broto still grumbling about his son.

“Rio, really don't you have a boyfriend?” ask Mr. Broto.

Rio's surprised. Didn't he ask yesterday?

“I can't believe you don't have a boyfriend yet. You're a handsome, fine.”

Rio laughed softly.

“Indeed no one wants Sir.”

“Which foolish woman does not want to be the wife of a handsome man like you?”

“Didn't women always like men for money?”

“Oh, really? But my son-in-law doesn't. She's a simple woman, who I took from a simple family. His father was my best friend when I was in school. When I saw the girl, I liked her. He's gentle, kind, well-mannered, smart. Absolutely unbeatable,” pak Broto continues to praise his son-in-law. Rio did not know what to comment.

“I hope Restu can change his behavior. He likes to waste money. I don't know what.”

Broto was silent for a moment.

“Ah yes, I forgot to have time to check finances, because busy with taking care of colleagues who want to join. I need to work together, to expand my efforts. It is definitely a profitable partnership. And for this matter, I have to handle it myself. Restu has not mastered something like this. Must learn a lot.”

Rio listened to everything without saying a word. He was still imagined when Restu held the arm of the girl dressed fun earlier. He wants to be angry. This behavior is not appropriate for married men. Does Wulan know her husband's behavior outside? Was it Restu's only friend who was close to him, or was there another woman? Said Yu Sarni, Restu is always rude at home, as well as to his wife. He was already furious at hearing that, let alone seeing his behavior earlier.

“Rio, we have all ordered to send to the new home address, right?”

“Ya Sir, it looks like already.”

“Let's go home, bring Wulan's car. Tomorrow before you go home, you check the house, if the goods have been entered and arranged. I've asked the house's waiter to set up according to my orders.”

“Good Sir.”

“Later if everything is okay, you take Wulan to see his house. Let him judge, whether there is less, or not.”

“Good.

***

Wulan was setting the table with yu Sarni when Mr. Broto came with Rio. Ms. Broto who greeted her immediately said that lunch would be ready soon.

“We eat now, Sir?”

“Yes, take Rio all to eat with us,” said Mr. Broto who just got off the car.

“No Sir, I eat out only.”

“Why? You do not hesitate,” said Mr. Broto half forced.

“Yes already, he's still new sir, maybe he's still shy. Let Sarni arrange his meal on the terrace as usual.”

“Ya. I change clothes first and wash my feet. Cook what Wulan today?” he said as he moved into the room.

“Father just look at yourself, surely you like,” said bu Broto while following her husband into the room.

“It's ready Yu, I want to say mother first, and it looks like father has also come home.”

But Wulan stopped stepping when her mother-in-law walked into the dining room accompanied by her husband.

“Sarni, prepare a meal and drink for Rio yes,” Broto told Sarni.

“Good Ma'am, I have prepared, just bring it forward,” replied Sarni while moving to the kitchen, take food and drink to Rio.

Mr. Broto and Ms. Broto had sat in their seats, followed by Wulan who then served them.

“Wulan, your home is almost ready. I told you to send the necessary furniture,” said Mr. Broto.

Wulan only smiled faintly.

“Tomorrow, you will be escorted by Rio to see your house. Just say if you do not fit, or maybe there is less.”

Wulan just nodded. Good thing, tomorrow can be together with Rio. He had to ask, what does it mean to do all that.

“You seem heavy ya leave this house?” asked Broto when he saw Wulan's face that was not bright hearing his father-in-law's speech.

“Iya, heavy once Bu.”

“You don't have to worry. Mom and Dad will come to your house. And, oh yes, Sarni .. “ suddenly bu Broto remembered something. Sarni's approaching.

“Ya Bu.”

“You've notified Pure? Would he be invited here?”

“Already Mom, she wants. Looks happy.”

“Thank God. Tomorrow tell Rio to pick her up. It must be the same you.” Said Broto again.

“Not tomorrow Ma'am, tomorrow Rio I ask to deliver Wulan to see the house first,” sidelines Mr. Broto.

“Oh, yes already, tomorrow again, then.”

“Good Mom,” said Sarni who then moved again to the kitchen.

“Well, you should have started to fix your things, Wulan, later let Rio take her there. If Pure has come can help set it.”

“Ya.”

“If the furniture, it is complete. But you'll see for yourself tomorrow. And tomorrow Rio will come a little afternoon, because I told you to look at the new house, what goods orders I have sent everything.”

***

“Cock still, angel beautiful?” rio said as he turned to the left, where Wulan was still sitting.

“Rio ..”

“Ready, princess,” she replied jokingly as she continued to comment on her carefree smile.

“Say Rio, what does all this mean? I'm confused Rio.”

“Oh .. ahaaa .. beautiful angel is confused huh?”

“Do not joke,” reprimand Wulan annoyed.

“Don't you know, that I'm happy to be close to you?”

“I already have a husband, you know that?”

“I know.”

“Lalu ..?”

“You didn't answer my question first it was.”

“What questions?”

“Are you happy?”

“It ... why ask? Happy or not, I've lived it.”

“Can't be so Wulan, I'm glad that you're happy, I'm willing to let you go, as long as you're happy. But I'm sick if you're hurt.”

“Who said I was hurt?”

“So you are happy?” the word Rio.

Wulan did not answer.

“I already know the answer.”

“Rio ..”

“I already know what your husband is like.”

“What do you mean?”

“How can a rude man make her husband happy? Have fun with other women outside.”

“What?”

“I saw him with a woman in a restaurant. Sorry if I said it so bluntly. I'm sorry that you're sick from it, but I can't bear to not say it,” Rio said with a face turned serious.

Wulan fell silent. He doesn't care what Restu does.

“Sorry makes you angry and jealous, definitely.”

“I'm not angry, let alone jealous,” she said, and it made Rio turn his head towards her.

“How can you hear her husband's bad behavior and you're not angry and jealous?”

Wulan could not answer him, and that was enough for Rio. He believes marriage is unnatural. No love, no attention.

“That's why I want to always be close to you, take care of you.”

“And do such ridiculous things? Being a busker, being a driver ..”

“Whatever I will do.”

“Rio, you overdo it.”

“No. I do it with all the awareness I have, just to take care of you, and it won't ruin anything. I won't touch you either, because it's illegal for me to do so. So you don't worry about anything.”

“How about your job?”

“I'm not an ordinary worker. I can control it anywhere,” he said as he glanced at the laptop he placed near the steering wheel.

Wulan looked at Rio, who was speaking solemnly. He knew, Rio was a hard man in his attitude, but gentle in his speech. The sweet and handsome Rio, the Rio he once loved with all his soul.

“But everything has passed,” whispered slowly.

“I don't want you to be hurt. Just once I saw him hurt you, he had to keep his life fine every time I met him,” he said, making Wulan slice.

“Rio ..”

“I'm serious.”

***

Rio parked his car in the courtyard of that tiny house. A guard opened the door.

“Let's see your home,” Rio said as he preceded entry.

Wulan stepped reluctantly. When he entered the house, he was amazed. Her in-laws are very excited to create a new residence for her son and daughter-in-law. The house is full of furniture. Terrace, living room, lounge room, dining room, kitchen and three rooms in front, another one near the kitchen. The room was well-organized. One of them is bigger.

“This is your room and your husband's,” Rio said.

Wulan shuddered to hear it. There was no way she would room with her husband, and she was grateful. What he disliked was every word that slid from his mouth, which always sounded condescending and insulting to him. How avoid? He was like being trapped in the love of his two parents-in-law who did not know how much he was suffering.

“Comfortable room,” muttered Rio while stepping out, involuntarily Wulan wiped her tears.

“I'll be your personal driver. It is a great relief for me,” he said as he turned to Wulan. But then he was surprised to see Wulan in tears.

“Wulan?”

Wulan rubbed it, then sat on the terrace, staring at the courtyard full of beautiful flowers.

“Sweet house, with a page full of pretty flowers, you don't like it? Why are you crying? Your in-laws love you very much.”

Wulan let out a long sigh, then those tears completely unraveled. She could completely shed all her grief without having her two in-laws nearby.

“You're angry with me?” rio asked who then sat in front of him.

Wulan.

“Then let me take care of you my way. If you are still hurt, then I will snatch you out of his hands,” Rio said.

Wulan looked at him with round eyes. He knew, Rio was always serious in words.

***

 

Tomorrow again yes.