Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 98 The First Quarrel

"Geeem!!" The sound of darkness shocked me and Mas Adit, and suddenly woke us up.

"Eh, Mama!" Adit looked nervous.

I'm shuffling down from the patient's bed. Then clumsily greet Mama, Papa, Bune and Mother. I realized their gazes were piercing like laser beams.

"Do you remember?" Ask Papa. The four of them were initially stunned to see Adit and Wulan sleeping hugging each other. The only logical explanation for the scene they saw this morning was that Adit had regained his memory.

The parents had already made an appointment to meet at the hospital. They want to talk about our plans and our steps ahead. After the sky is delivered to school, Mother and Bune go straight to the hospital.

"Already, Pa. Semalem" Mas Adit replied while scratching his non-itchy head.

"You guys! His memory adit has returned, even fun-loving. The hugs! It's not that the old man's worried anymore!" Tukas Mama grumbled.

"Sorry, Ma" I can only say sorry.

Mama then shuffled closer to Mas Adit.

"Mama's been waiting from yesterday! You dare to preach the child of a person before the official bond! Your responsibility! Within a month, you have to marry Wulan! Is that how it's staying until you can't wait?! You really are, yeah!" Mama spoke at length while fretting at Mas Adit's ears.

"Aaaaawwww geez, Ma. Ampuuunn!" Pekik Mas Adit was in pain.

I grimaced in horror watching Mama's unexpected maneuvers. I raised my hand, tried to break but was powerless. Bune and Mom could only gawk at it. While Papa was shaking his head while chuckling.

"Sorry, ma'am, sampun. Let's talk good, nggih. Kasian Nak Aditnya" Bune finally tried to mediate.

(Sorry: yes, nggih/inggih : yes)

Mama let go of Mas Adit's ears with a wrinkled face. Mas Adit rubbed his reddened ears.

"I'm sorry my son couldn't take care of Wulan huh, Mom. Just play nyosor!" Sinis Mama while glancing at Mas Adit.

"They're both wrong, Jeng. It wouldn't be if they didn't play a role" Mom shook her head at me.

"You are adults, but that doesn't mean you can act at will. We live with a thick eastern custom. We should uphold those eastern values" Bune gently said.

I can only be ashamed. Mas Adit rubbed his nape with an all-inclusive expression.

"Then how are you planning ahead? Marriage problems must definitely be carried out immediately before Wulan's stomach gets bigger" Papa said.

"We must be married, Pa. Wulan will resign from her job and join Adit to Jakarta. I will soon undergo physiotherapy so that I can marry Wulan with a handsome appearance, not by using a wheelchair" Mas Adit replied.

"Tournaments?" Ask Mama

"Resign?" Ask Mom along with Mom.

"Yes, Mom. It's time. If Wulan is married, Wulan must go where her husband goes. Mas Adit and Wulan do not want to live separately after marriage" I replied.

"Don't you love leaving your job? How sky? Mom just met Sky for a moment, cook yes you have our misahin?" Rajuk Mom.

"Life is about choices, Mom. How wise we are to choose what is best for us. Mom and Bune can come to Jakarta. Adit did not mind at all. We talked about it last night" I told Mother.

"Before the accident I received an offer to replace the position of field team manager for the Jakarta branch, Ma. I decided to accept the offer. Imagine Adit still being a field team. How is the Sky School? Wulan certainly can not be separated from the sky, as well as Adit. Cook yes, Sky has to change schools every Adit ngawasin project in one place" Mas Adit's turn at length explained.

"It's good that you've made your decision. Now we will discuss the technical issues of marriage. Given your current condition, of course we will be difficult to follow the usual tradition. There is no way we can hold a proposal event, ijab and reception at different times. Papa's advice, just apply for the manten" said Papa.

"I agree with Mr. Vishnu's opinion" replied Bune. It looks like Mama and Mama seem to be a mangosteen to approve the proposal.

"We leave it to the elders" said Mas Adit.

The conversation ended with a doctor's visit. The doctor congratulated him on the recovery of Mas Adit's memory. After undergoing a thorough examination, if Mas Adit's condition improves, two more days Mas Adit has been allowed outpatient.

"I'm scheduled for physiotherapy. So that Mas Adit can immediately return to normal activities as before" said Dr. Rangga.

"What can outpatient and physiotherapy in Surabaya, Doc?" Ask Mama

"Sure, sure. I can recommend my best doctor there"

Then after writing some notes, finally doctor Rangga passed.

After we talked, it was finally decided that the wedding would be held exactly a month after today.

The next day, I wrote an email to the President Director and the board of directors of my company, that I was applying for my resignation. I wrote an email with mixed feelings. Sad, but happy. Happy, but sad. Every now and then my tears fell as I wrote my letter of resignation. Shortly after the email was sent, Mr. Reza called me.

"Wulan, why did I get a love letter like this so early. I am very sad to read it" Mr. Reza said from across the call. His voice sounded so sad.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry it had to be this sudden. I'm sad to have to leave the company, sir. I put all my energy, strength and effort into building my career here"

"Can't anyone change your decision?" Ask Mr. Reza expectantly.

"If there is a man as good as Mr. Reza who is willing to be a replacement for my candidate, maybe I will change my mind" continued my.

"Then, I make my second wife want to, huh?" Mr. Reza backlashed and then cracked up.

Finally Mr. Reza will sign my resignation letter, then prepare a replacement as soon as possible. I was asked to finish my remaining work and also prepare the sertijab materials.

Next it was Diva's turn to call me.

"Mas Ronald bucket too, yeah" Diva chuckled. Certainly my resignation letter has also been received by Ronald

"Who's same? The architect, right? I thought you were playing with him!"

"Look there's a play! Like this actor I am. She's still single" I protested.

Diva chuckles again. I also talked with Diva.

"Congratulations, I'm happy" said Diva in the end.

After work, I took my family out to dinner. I informed Bune this afternoon.

When all was ready, the four of us left. We ate at a Japanese all-you-can-eat restaurant.

"Darling, if Mom gets married with Om Adit, does Heaven mind?" I asked softly at the sky on the sidelines of our meal.

"That means, Om Adit is the father of Heaven?" Ask Sky enthusiastically.

I nodded and smiled.

"You want to, Mom! When did you marry Om Adit?"

"One more month. Then, Sky mind not having to change schools again?" I asked with caution.

"Move school again?" The sky sounds sad. He must be sad to have to part with his friends back.

"Yes, because if the mother is married to Om Adit, the mother will join Adit to Jakarta. Sky want to go with mom to Jakarta? If the sky is not ready we will find a way out together" I tucked a tone of plea to him.

"Father, Mom. Anywhere, as long as it's the same mother. Yangti and Uti?" Ask Sky.

I looked towards them.

"Jakarta is far away, Nduk" said Bune hesitated.

"Yangti. Yangti still wants to know the sky more closely. Yangti wants to see the sky grow into a manly man" answered my mother.

"Bune's coming, huh?" Persuade me while holding her hand.

"Is it okay, Nduk?"

"Mas Adit doesn't mind at all. Even happy if there is a Wulan nemenin"

"Alright, Bune's coming too" Bune finally breaks up.

We finished our dinner while chatting. Designing a beautiful future together.

The next day, we drove Mas Adit back to Surabaya. Mas Adit was taken to Surabaya so that Mama and Papa could accompany him while Mas Adit underwent physiotherapy. This time it was my turn to periodically visit Mas Adit to Surabaya.

It has been two weeks Mas Adit returned to Surabaya, but I have only been there once. My busyness in reaching the target to complete the workload that accumulates makes it often overtime and difficult to contact. Until one night, Mas Adit protested to me through a video call.

"Hi, Mas. I miss" I said spoiledly.

Instead of the sweet tone that I get in return, it looks like Mas Adit's face looks tangled.

"You've been hard to contact lately!" Cetus Mas Adit with an annoyed look.

It was almost eleven in the evening when I got home, and made a video call.

"Yes, Mas. My job is so much. Everything has to be done before the wedding. Not to mention preparing materials for Sertijab" I explained.

"Not to mention you come home late at night! You know the streets there are always quiet when it's night. What if there is nothing with you?! While I can't take care of you!" Mas Adit's tone of voice began to rise.

"It doesn't matter, it is! I don't like it!" I also get emotional. Tiredness also triggers my emotions to rise.

"You're not alone now! Inget, there's my future child growing up in your womb!!" Mas Adit's face looked red with anger.

"I know, Mom! This is my son too! I think I'm a kid who can't take care of myself!!" I snapped back.

"I'm worried about you and our future son!!" Bentak Mas Adit's.

"Here you go, I'm tired!" Tired.

"Rest. We talk again when our minds are both cold" Mas Adit said, ending the phone call.

Without my tears dripping. This is our first fight. I actually realized that I was wrong too. Just returning a message, what is the difficulty. But ego, it prevents me from saying sorry. I don't like being yelled at like that.

Wulan thought, all this time his Mas Adit was a patient person. Is this the other side of an Aditya Perdana? Thought Wulan. Wulan so thought to consider the continuation of her marriage with Adit.

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~*Sertijab, department handover

~Lamar manten, a condition in which the application procession is continued directly at the wedding. In Javanese custom, the, usually the order in which people prepare for marriage is a proposal (the man goes to the woman's house to propose) - balenan (the woman returns to the party's house and talks about the date of marriage) - then the marriage*.