Wulan In Night Wound

Prologues

Surabaya, July 31, 2021

I was looking at the motorway full of vehicles passing by from my office window on the 10th floor. "Awhile more. I'll be back there soon" I murmured. I, Wulan Febriana Lestari, am 29. Currently I work as Accounting Manager of PT. Textiles Globalindo. A largest textile company in Southeast Asia, has many subsidiaries both at home and abroad in the Southeast Asia region. The office I work in is the center.

Just a moment ago I was reading an email that went to my email address. A letter of appointment from the board of directors to lead the project of building a new branch of the company in Karang Gayam Village. One village/village in Pasuruan City. It is not without reason that the board of directors decided that I will lead the process of building the factory, because I am the one who proposed the location. And it is not without reason that I propose the village.

Tok. The knock at the door breaks my daydream. "Lake in!" my answer was short, allowing guests who knocked on my workroom.

Chequek. The sound of my office door handle opening. "Good morning by noon, Mrs Wulan," said Novi, the secretary of the board of directors, as she approached my desk. The girl carried the document in her arms.

I who was standing in front of my office window inched back to my chair. "Please sit down, ma'am Novi. What's the need?" answer me while sitting.

Novi pulled a chair across my desk, then sat down. Opening the documents he brought. Putting the documents on my desk, Novi said explaining the intent of his arrival. "I'd like to request Mrs Wulan's signature for the appointment warrant for the construction of the new factory."

"Oh yes, of course. I just read his email. I've learned it too, so I just signed" I said. I put my signature on the document in question. After observing my signature for a moment, I again handed the document to Novi.

"This is Novi" I said.

"Thank you, ma'am," Novi replied as he received back the documents. "Oh, Yes Ma'am. There was also a message from the board. After lunch, there will be a meeting with the contractor who will handle the construction of the factory. I was also asked to attend."

"certain. Thanks for the info, Ma'am," I replied in response to the request of the board of directors.

"I'm sorry, ma'am" Novi said to me.

The tenth floor where my office is located is the highest floor of the building where I work. Floor reserved for level manager and director employees. To get to this position is not easy for me. Falling awake and tears accompanied my efforts to occupy an office room with the label "Manager Accounting" on its door. The room with a size of 6x5 meters equipped with AC, a thick carpet of bright red on the floor, an L-shaped table with a set of computers and documents on it, a swivel chair where I sit, and 2 guest chairs across from him. Large glass windows decorate my room, windows that directly face the road if I lower my gaze.

The clock shows lunch time. I rushed to the cafeteria to fill a struggling stomach demanding his due. After lunch for 30 minutes I returned to my room. Once in the room, I prepared the documents for a meeting with the contractor and the board of directors.

The meeting went well for 2 hours. The contractor explained the design that will be used to build a new factory and directly approved by the board of directors. After a little chat, I decided to go back to my room. There's a financial report from a branch factory in Jember that I need to check immediately.

The financial statements of the Jember branch I received made a headache. There are indications of funds being embezzled. Immediately I contacted the internal auditor of the local branch to conduct an audit immediately.

I didn't feel like I was checking reports for 3 hours, which made me tired. I grabbed the phone on my desk, dialed the number I wanted.

"Hello dear," I said as soon as the call across there answered my phone. "Well eat?", I asked.

The voice of the answer across there made me want to rush home, I missed my man.

In my life right now there are only 2 important people. My priest and the woman I currently live with, the woman who helped me when I was in a terrible state, who I consider to be my own mother. My birth mother? I don't know, I don't know where the limb is. I've lost contact with my mother since I left Gayam Coral Village.

I drove my car in silence. Remembering and making plans to return to my village of birth. A place that gives hurt and grace to my life. The deepest wound and the most beautiful gift for a woman.

"Awhile more. Wait me. My revenge for you will be very painful. It hurts so much more than the wounds you've inflicted on me" a single tear escaped to wet my cheek.