Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 17 The Juggling

For the next three days I could not go to school. Apart from being reluctant to meet the people who have wronged me, I also feel ashamed. I still have bruises on my cheeks, and also some reddish patches on my neck and around my chest. The reddish patches on my neck will definitely be visible because my school uniform can't cover it.

I wrote myself a letter asking for permission not to go to my school, the reason I wrote was sick. I put the license I wrote on the dinner table with a note that said, "Please sign my license, then drop it off to school". I don't care if the letter gets to the school or not.

I haven't spoken to my mom since I got home from the hospital. I'm still heartbroken. I feel like mom pawned me, forced me to marry Deni to enjoy Wiratmaja's wealth. For the three days I was home, I didn't go out of the room at all except to go to the bathroom and get food.

For three days, my mother cooked. The dishes are served at the dining table. Actually I'm very lazy to eat, if I can I want to die of hunger. But given my great ideals, I seemed to have the spirit to sustain life.

For three days I was confined in my room I convinced myself according to the advice of the obstetrician I visited a while ago. Several times I counted, whether the day of the incident was my fertile period. "It doesn't seem" I muttered many times trying to comfort myself.

In the spirit of "Looks not" I again tried to be who I was. I restarted my routine on the afternoon of the third day I locked myself in my room. I started to go out and clean the house.

The house was very dirty when I went out of the room and noticed the condition of the house. The floors of the house are dusty, laundry is piling up, so is dishwashing. I started putting clothes in the washing machine and running them. While waiting for the washing machine to finish doing its job, I checked the situation in the refrigerator. There's a dori fillet in the freezer and then I take it out to make it easier for me when I'm going to process it. I swept and mopped the floor of the house, then continued to wash the dishes.

Mom's motorbike was heard entering the fence when I had just finished cooking. I tried to avoid meeting my mother by going into the bathroom. I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid my mother forever, but I still didn't want to see her.

Now the showers are a time of torture that I enjoy. Since that incident, I have never had a bath in less than thirty minutes. I always rubbed my whole body in a shower puff, trying to get rid of the scraps of touch by those bastard men. As a result, every time I finish bathing my yellow skin becomes reddish. Several times until it ever felt so painful so strongly I rubbed.

Out of the bathroom, mom had been sitting at the dinner table and was still wearing her work clothes.

"Mother's son is back apparently. Mother took a bath first yes, after that we had dinner together" said the mother with a smile sumringah.

Finished changing clothes and combing my waist hair, I headed for the dining table. She looked like she was waiting where she used to sit. Mother took a meal for herself, then continued my turn. I still don't have so much appetite to eat that I take very little rice.

"Eat a little bit, son?" ask mother.

I snorted, rarely did my mother call me "Son". There must be something he wants, I thought. I was still reluctant to talk to him, so I just shrugged my shoulders in response.

"So Deni nanyain tidings you. Three days I didn't see you at school, I miss. Deni also began to call with the same name 'Mother' mother, usually call 'Bu Retno, Bu Retno' that. Maybe rehearsal because soon to be a ghost", my mother smiled widely when she said it no matter how I felt.

***** my meal disappeared instantly. I was angry at my mother. "Don't hope!", I was rude while slamming the spoon I was holding. I immediately stood up from my seat and passed towards my room without tidying the dining table first as was my custom all along.

"Based on the child does not know manners! I haven't finished talking to you!", mother screeched as she growled to see me leave her.

I don't care about it. I went into the room and tried to sleep even though I was upset. Even though I was afraid to sleep, I still needed rest. I'm afraid the nightmares about what happened that night are back. I always woke up with gasps and cold sweat all over my body. The reason is of course because of the same nightmare that always haunts my sleep, be it day or night. If it's like that, I'll hold my knee tight. Seeking tranquility, for it was my last form of defense.

Usually after waking up I can no longer close my eyes to continue sleeping. I used that time to study. I don't want my lessons left behind because I didn't go to school for three days.

With the spirit to rearrange his life, Wulan tried to forget the fateful night. While not breaking up praying that God did not let what had been feared by Wulan happen. Man can only strive and pray, God determines.