GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL

GOOD MORNING ANGEL 09

 

Wulan looked up at Rio, who said it solemnly.

“I'm serious,” he said.

“Do not be so Rio.”

“What not to do?” rio asked while looking at him sharply.

“This is my path, like it or not, I have to walk.”

“Wulan, I love you. Without having you, I would, on one note, you should be happy. Otherwise, I will solemnly snatch you.”

Wulan was feeling sliced, the gaze that radiated from her eyes was a murderous gaze. He doesn't mess with his words.

Wulan's tears.

“A speck of your tears should be paid dearly,” he said.

“I .. “

“Don't say you're happy Wulan. I already know your husband's behavior. Either inside the house, or outside. I'm not warming up to you so you choose me, no. I saw with my own head how he behaved to a woman on the street, and I got sick Wulan. Sick because he hurt you.”

“Rio .. “ Wulan wiped her tears.

“Later you will stay here, and no matter who set it up, I will have to be your personal driver. That's where I'll keep you close.”

“Are you not the head of a company? How can you do this all Rio?”

“For you, I can do it.”

“Rio ..”

“Don't cry again Wulan, there's me near you.”

“Until when will you do it?”

“Until I'm sure that you really find happiness.”

Wulan was still sobbing. He stared at the expanse of grass on the right left of the new home page, with flower trees in between. Apparently her father-in-law knew that Wulan liked flowers.

“Yes God, it is my father-in-law who is watching me, while my husband is not at all,” said inner whisper Wulan.

“Do you love her?” suddenly asked Rio.

“What do you mean? We were met because of the will of the parents, whom we had never known before, and from the beginning of marriage until now he always insulted and demeaned me. How can a love grow in an arid field?”

“Then leave him.”

Wulan looked at Rio fixedly. How could he possibly do that? Both of his parents loved him very much. Just because they Wulan can survive.

“I can't Rio.”

“Why? Don't you love her?”

“My two in-laws love me very much. They are like being a replacement for my parents who have died,” replied Wulan sadly.

Suddenly Wulan's phone rang.

“From my mother-in-law,” whispered Wulan. He wiped his tears, then adjusted his breath to be more regular before answering him. He didn't want his parents to know he was crying.

“Hallo, Mom,” greet Wulan after settling her feelings.

“Wulan, you are still in your new home?”

“Iya Mother.”

“How, you like?”

“Iya Mother.”

“Bapak says, if there is less, you immediately say, in order to be equipped immediately, so you are comfortable living in your new home.”

“Nothing less, Mother.”

“Good. Are you still long home?”

“I ... want to stop by shopping,” said the real Wulan looking for a longer time to get rid of her scars, so that her in-laws do not suspect.

“Oh, fine then.”

“What Mom wants to nitip something ?”

“Not Nak, maybe tomorrow you just record the needs of Sarni. Oh yeah, I was gonna say, until I forgot.”

“What is Bu?”

“Pure has arrived, just now. He was happy when he heard that he will accompany you in the new house.”

“Oh, yes Mom, Wulan is also happy to hear it.”

“Ya is already Wulan, be careful on the road. This father is also going to the office, there is something to take care of him.”

“Alright, Mother.”

Wulan closed her phone and sighed.

“My second-in-law's attention has calmed me down a lot. That's why I still survive.”

“Alright, it's up to you. I hope you find happiness soon. That's all I want.”

“Thank you Rio, you've always been good to me.”

“Didn't I love you so much?” rio said as he looked at Wulan deeply.

“Iya, I know,” and always her tears well up whenever Rio says it.

“Alright, now where are we going?”

“Shopping for a moment? So that my former cry is no longer visible. I don't want my in-laws to see it.”

“Good. Want to have lunch?”

“Almost have a drink. We eat at home, because I've been cooking. They'll be disappointed if I don't eat.”

“Alright, princess, my beautiful angel,” said Rio who then got off and opened the car door for Wulan, before he himself sat behind the wheel.

Wulan smiled widely. He loved that saying very much, from the beginning they fell in love with each other. And Rio never forgot her.

***

Wulan only buys some vegetables that want to be cooked the next day, and are not available in the storage refrigerator, then they drink their favorite ice cream.

The two were more silent, only looking at each other with a feeling of uncertainty, while regretting in the heart, when fate separated them.

Undeniably, there is still love left in Wulan's heart, after the days she spent were slowly parsed. But Wulan is a well-mannered woman who holds firm to the norms of Susila. He must keep his marriage clean and holy from stains, let alone the stain of infidelity. No matter how much they love each other, like Rio, they still look after each other and respect each other.

“We're home?”

“Alright, it's time to eat at home, my mother-in-law will wait.”

“It's nice to enjoy your cooking again, even if we can't eat together.”

Wulan smiled, then got up, and walked out of the restaurant where they were just enjoying a bowl of ice cream.

Wulan and Rio were already in the car, when suddenly their eyes were glued to another car they recognized. Car Restu. Rio deliberately had not yet started his car, observing Restu's car which stopped across the street, a bit far ahead of them. He saw Restu come down, then opened the side door, then a woman in very skimpy clothes, came out of there, and then resonated affectionately on Restu's arm.

Rio looked at her fed up. He took a quick glance at Wulan, but Wulan was unmoved. There was no angry or injured expression looking at the sight. He looked calm in his seat.

“Come Rio, why silence?”

“Seeing that,” Rio said as he pointed towards Restu and the woman, until entering a nearby restaurant.

“No. Just sick of it, it was the woman who yesterday,” she said as she started her car.

***

Mr. Broto is in his office. He checked the files that were piled up on his desk. It was noon, he wanted to go home and eat at home, but suddenly he remembered something. He pressed the intercom button in Restu's room. But who raised his secretary.

“Pak Restu where?”

“Pak Restu is out for lunch, not yet back, Mr.” replied the secretary.

“What time is this, why hasn't it returned?”

“Normally after one hour just back Mr.”

“It's already half two? All right, as soon as he comes tell my room,” said Mr. Broto upset.

“Good, Mr.”

Mr. Broto breathed a heavy sigh. He rested his body on the back. His age is twilight, making him very easily tired. He wants to go home soon, but he has to meet with Restu. There was something he wanted to ask, and yesterday when at home he forgot.

Mr. Broto moved to sit on the sofa, so he could lean more comfortably.

About a quarter of an hour later, Restu appeared before him.

“Father call me?” tanyanya so in.

Mr. Broto straightened his body.

“Sit,” his word.

Restu sat down in front of his father. He was somewhat surprised because lately his father often came to the office. Actually understandable, because there is some cooperation that must be handled alone. But Restu felt something was different about his father's attitude.

“Bapak yesterday saw you coming out of a restaurant. Well, forgot the name of the restaurant, which is near the cinema.”

Restu. If his father knew when he came out, his father would have known when he took Lisa with him. Is that what his father wanted to ask?

“Ya Sir. You want to eat too, that time?” Restu pretended not to know the direction of his father's question.

“No. Did you know that you prefer to eat your wife's cooking at home?”

“Oh, yes Sir.”

“Bapak wants to ask, who is the woman you took when you came out of the restaurant?”

Tuh right? Restu remained surprised, despite expecting it.

“Female?” Restu pretended to be dazed.

“Female, his clothes are so inappropriate, I'm sick of seeing him.”

“Dia_”

“He's groping in your arms,” is upset Mr. Broto.

“Oh, that's Mr. .. geez .. Restu doesn't remember it, because met only at a glance. Yes when eating it.”

“What do you mean ?”

“He was .. that's sir, former college friend first ... happened to meet.”

“Hm, college friend? You're not worried that he's clinging to your arm in that way?”

“Ya, his name was not met.”

“You must be careful in getting along. Remember, you already have a wife.”

“Yes Father, Restu remember.”

“One more time, your new home is ready. Wulan asked him to look at it, and said there might be less. Next week you can move.”

“Alright Sir,” replied Restu with a radiant face, imagining himself to be freer apart like a bird escaped from its cage.

Mr. Broto stood up, after calling his driver and telling him to prepare the car.

“Bapak not finished, tomorrow there is still someone you want to check.”

Restu stood up, following his father out of the room. Then go into his own room.

“Celaka. Just barely. Thank goodness I found the right answer soon. Starting tomorrow I will take Lisa to eat somewhere else, which is not in the middle of the city,” muttered slowly while sitting in front of her desk.

***

Ms. Broto was already sitting in the dining room, accompanied by Wulan. They seemed to be waiting, because Broto had just informed him that he was on the road and wanted to eat at home.

“Wulan, I never miss lunch at home, because what, because I really like your cooking,” said bu Broto with a smile.

Wulan bowed, blushed. It was not just once that his two in-laws praised his cooking.

“I learned from Yu Sarni Bu.”

Suddenly Wulan remembered, said her mother-in-law, Murni had come.

“Mana Pure? He said it's here?”

“New out for a moment, Sarni told him to buy what earlier. O yes, dish soap runs out, I forgot to say the same to you.”

“Oh, yes Ma'am, yu Sarni told you the truth, but Wulan forgot.”

“Nothing, tomorrow all the finished goods. I told Sarni to take notes.

Meanwhile Rio was already sitting on the terrace, facing the meal that Sarni had prepared for him. He ate voraciously, and always felt, it is true that Wulan cuisine is very delicious.

“Sweetie she's not my wife,” her mumbling is grim.

Suddenly a car stopped in the yard. Apparently Mr. Broto has gone home. The extremely good-natured half-old man stepped up, and stopped on the terrace, when he saw Rio was eating.

“Rio, how to eat? Cute?” greet Mr. Broto.

“Very good Mr.”

“You know? That's my son-in-law's cooking,” said Mr. Broto proudly.

“Iya Pak.”

“Spend, if less, say the same Sarni, let it be taken again.”

“It's enough sir, this also yu Dsarni take it very much.”

“Yes already, finish the meal, I am also hungry,” said Mr. Broto as he stepped into the house.

Ms. Broto smiled as she saw that her husband had come home.

“Have been awaited sir,” welcome Mr. Broto.

“Oh yes Wulan, have you seen his house?” ask Broto to Wulan.

“Already Sir.”

“How? Anything less?”

“No sir, everything is more than enough,” replied Wulan.

“Good, I hope you will be hardened in your new home,” said Mr. Broto while sitting down.

“Bapak is home, he said it will be finished until afternoon?”

“No, I'm hungry and want to eat at home soon. Tomorrow I go to the office again, to check the finances. I'm really feeling something is awkward.”

***

Tomorrow again yes.