GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL
EPISODE 83
"Is that what we're seeing?” murmured Restu while on his way home.
“That's right, he sells balloons. Why choose balloon sales? Why not apply for a job whose income is sure.”
“Because her husband is a balloon salesman. It's hard to understand. Lisa who used to live with pleasure, suddenly became the wife of balloon seller.”
“Yes too, but it was the balloon seller who saved his life when he intended to kill himself.”
“To the extent.”
“He feels like he failed in achieving his wish. Wrong steps anyway.”
“True, wrong step. She felt that her beauty could be used to break anyone's heart, to then be squeezed into her property, then discarded when her prey no longer had treasure,” said Restu while imagining that he had been a victim.
“But the same Mas, his love of love dies.”
“Kok can?”
“Buktinya, Mas who is not so rich, still pursued. So he's not just chasing treasure, but also love.”
“There-there's only.”
“That's real proof. It's just that he didn't make it, then somehow, he was able to be in the small town where I escaped. It could be that he also tried to seduce Mr. Warso, but it didn't work. Pak Warto is not a female pursuer, despite his many possessions.”
“Who is Mr Warso? O, who will be your future husband?” ledek Restu's.
“I didn't mean it. Just wanted Mas to go away from me.”
“So much hate for you is the same as me?”
“Hate and hurt, imagine what Mas did.”
“Do what? You can see, when the door opened, I was still fully dressed. Then what do you think, then you assume that all is true.”
“Iya, who's not hot looking like that.”
“O, hot huh? That means you really love me.”
“Indeed I thought I was messing around? Mas maybe the one messing with feelings.”
Restu laughed, grabbed by Pure hand and held it tightly.”
“I sincerely love you, Pure.”
“Really?”
“Of course it is true, otherwise why should I look for you, overtake you, seduce you, even once you made my heart hot because you said that you already have a future husband.”
Now Pure laughs.
“Pak Warso is a good man. He's very considerate of me.”
“Tuh, right ... you want to make me jealous?”
“Indeed she's good. Trisni said she had Trimo help her shop after school. So Trimo can help supplement his mother's income.”
“Really? Trimo is still a kid?”
“Trimo is smart, he said only packs of sugar, rice, oil, so. But he can, he said ... mr. Warso loves him very much.”
“I pay little attention to you, so I don't know much about the Trimo. Though his mother has always been the focus of your complaint.”
“Now, the first time I met someone else who was very considerate of me, yes Trimo and his mother it.”
Finally they reached home, and Gilang fell asleep while hugging the balloon that Lisa gave him. Restu put her to sleep slowly, then placed the balloons beside her.
***
Purely began to clean the house that he had long left. Not so dirty anyway, because every two days Restu comes home to clean. But Pure needs to reimagine what is less than perfect, because a man does not understand about the layout, what else kitchen utensils.
“Murni, you do not continue to charge your energy. Let it go first, I'll help you clean up tomorrow. Remember, you just felt healthy.
“Iya, just arrange the location of this kitchen equipment. Tomorrow I'll start cooking.”
“How about for a while we subscription only? Only I am the same you who eat, do not have to cook, what else you have to keep Gilang who has a lot of movement after being able to train walking.”
“Iya, it's up to Mas. Actually kangen cook. But true, must remember Gilang also.”
“That is, from tomorrow contact the best caterer, in order to be able to send you what food you need. While slowly looking for helpers, or better nurses, who certainly better understand how to care for children, as long as not the one wearing a mask,” said Restu while laughing.
“Alright, which is best, I just according.”
Pure nodded happily. In his heart he hoped that their happiness would always be awake.
***
That morning Wulan was feeling very lazy. He called Mr. Broto, asked permission not to go to the office because his body felt bad.
“You're sick, Wulan?” ask Mr. Broto.
“Actually does not hurt, just how lazy it feels, so sir. This Rio just want to leave, I originally wanted to be together, why it feels heavy.”
“Ya already, just rest first, let the father take care of everything.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“How about Mr?”
“Nothing, I can handle all. I suddenly felt heavy. So I want to rest first huh Rio?”
“I'm going to the cantos for a while, I'll come home soon and take you to the doctor.”
“No need Rio, I'm fine. Just feels heavy as the warning continues, the heat runs out like this.”
“Doctor said, you have time to give birth, lest you want to give birth.”
“Ngak ah, not yet, he said if you want to give birth it hurts so much. This doesn't hurt. Ordinary if it feels like this. You have just left, it is already noon lhoh.”
“Yes already, if I can go home soon, but if there's anything, or you feel unusual, let me know immediately. Don't underestimate the mood you don't think is good. There must be nothing.”
“Do not exaggerate, already, leave there.”
Rio rushed towards his car, because it was time to leave, but before the car passed, Rio still looked out of his car window, telling once again that if there was anything immediately reported.
Wulan simply waved her hand with a smile.
As soon as her husband left, Wulan immediately went inside the house, and wanted to lie down for a while in bed. Suddenly his stomach was hardened and tight. Wulan stroked it slowly, until then the tight feeling subsided.
Wulan still felt okay—apa, until then the tight feeling was felt again.
***
“Wulan called Mr?” ask Broto when she wants to go to the office.
“Yes, he said a bit unwell.”
“Nak tasty how? Flu or how?”
“She said no, only her body felt heavy, so.”
“Don't she want to give birth.”
“Masa anyway? Is it time?”
“Ya already Sir, it has been nine months more.”
“Waduh, then it's good Mom to go there. She doesn't know what it's like to give birth?”
“Alright, mom get there now.”
“Mother change clothes immediately, with me, I will drop them at her house.”
“Oh, yes. All right, you wait a minute,” said Mrs Broto as she rushed inside. When he exited the room, he immediately headed towards the front while shouting yu Sarni.
“Ni, close the door, I go together mr.”
***
Broto got out of her husband's car in Wulan's yard. Broto immediately drove his car to the office.
When climbing the terrace, Broto could not open the door because it was locked from the inside. Ms. Broto immediately rang the guest bell. But there's no answer. Ms. Broto looked inwards, through the slightly exposed curtain. The lights in the living room were on, and there was a television sound.
Broto knocked on the door hard, but there was no answer.
“Wulan! Wulan! Are you inside?”
Suddenly there was a groan, sayup, almost inaudible.
Ms. Broto gasped.
***
Tomorrow again yes.
