Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 28 The Dream

As planned, my mother and I left one week after the diploma. We chose to ride the bike, because the bike will be used later in Surabaya later. Besides, there's not a lot of stuff we're carrying. Each one is a large size traveling bag that only contains our clothes.

While locking the fence, I looked for a moment at the house I had been in for 18 years. There is a sense of haru when he will leave it. I looked at the atmosphere of my village for a moment. The sweet and bitter memories I have here.

I won't be back until I succeed. I will make you pay for the wounds you inflicted on me. My promise in my heart.

Pasuruan-Surabaya trip is not too long, not up to two hours drive. I'm taking mom to Juanda Airport. There is no farewell hug like a mother and child would be separated. Because that's how my mother who can't really express affection. After my mother entered the airport, I continued my journey.

Armed with my acceptance letter, I searched for a university where I would continue my education. After several times asking the people I met on the road, I finally arrived at the destination.

Seen by me a building of white color, terraced and with a complicated architectural style. I entered the gate and parked my motorbike at the available parking area.

"Sir, if the prospective maba wants a re-list how?" ask a parking guy.

"Bak just enter the building, then go up to the second floor" he replied while pointing at the building in question.

"Thank you, sir"

I entered the white building appointed by the father earlier. There are already many prospective students waiting in line to do a re-list. I took the queue number, and waited on the available bench.

I was busy looking at the campus. I didn't realize someone was sitting next to me.

"Ehem", the voice of a man next to me.

I jumped up a little, then turned to look at him. An ethnic Chinese man was sitting next to me. I just smiled kindly and nodded at the man.

"Register yes, ma'am?" tanyakanya.

"Yes mas, uh, ko" I said. This was the first time I had interacted with a white-skinned, narrow-eyed man.

"Take what major?" ask again

"Business accounting", I answered briefly.

"Wah, samaan dong" he said passionately.

"Hmmm", I just muttered in response.

"Can contacts?" ask her while holding out her hand.

"David"

I received a helping hand from the man named David and said my name.

"Greetings yes. Lucky to meet a friend of the department fitting a re-list. The first major friend of this, cute again" as always David.

I'm just smiling. Right at that moment my queue number was called.

"I first. My queue number has been called", my saying.

Without waiting for his response I passed away. I feel uncomfortable. I don't know what the reason is.

While doing the re-listing process, I asked the officer important things. Such as campus regulations, lecture schedules, Business Accounting department buildings, and also about my condition.

"Mom, pregnant students can still go to college?” my many.

"A sister pregnant?", she asked in wonder.

I nodded in response.

"Thank you for the explanation, ma'am" I said with a smile.

After doing the re-list process I intend to hurry to find the hostel. I saw David sitting in front of the re-listing officer, so I decided to leave without saying goodbye. There was a sense of relief because I didn't have to interact with the man anymore.

When I got to the parking lot, I went straight to where my bike was parked. I left the campus at noon. My stomach feels hungry.

I drove my bike slowly, while observing the houses around the campus that would have received a boarding for the princess. Actually right in front of the campus there is an apartment building, but I'm sure the rent must be expensive. Money from where I can rent an apartment.

I found a meatball stall about 200 meters from campus. I stopped and entered the stall and ordered a bowl of meatballs and lontong with iced tea.

Across the street there is a large multi-storey house and a beautiful courtyard because many pots contain plants flowers of various types. Small board hanging on the fence. The sign reads "Receive Princess Cost". I intend to try asking the boarding house after finishing eating.

After eating and paying, I crossed the street. I wiggled the bell that hung on the fence. A few minutes waiting for no occupants to come out. A pat on my shoulder from behind me.

"Nyari kost-an, Dik?” ask a middle-aged mother to me. I recognized her as the mother of the meatball seller in the barn where I had eaten earlier.

"Oh, yes, ma'am", I replied.

"I'm the hostess, let's go in. We're talking inside", bring the mother to me.

"Call me Bu Nimas. Please sit down" said Ms. Nimas as we reached the living room of the boarding house.

"There are three rooms that are empty. Two VIP rooms, one regular room. If the VIP room is an indoor bathroom, bed spring bed and use AC. Rates Rp. 800,000/month. The usual room is on the second floor. Public bathroom, 3 bathrooms are provided upstairs. Fan, cupboard, and foam mattress. Each floor also provided a shared kitchen and refrigerator. Rent Rp. 500,000/month" the mother explained.

"I think I want a regular room, ma'am. But, does it accept a pregnant resident here?" my many.

Bu Nimas raised both of his eyebrows in surprise.

"I mean, you're pregnant? Sorry, where's your husband?"

"Yes Mom. But I'm sorry, I'm pregnant because I was raped" I replied. I showed you a letter from the police a while ago. The letter I had torn was brought back because I felt that one day I would need it. And this is the time.

After reading for a moment the letter, then Bu Nimas looked at me with a look of pity.

"Yes, my goodness, son. Poor yourself. From your report, four people did it?", asked Bu Nimas in a choked voice.

Finally I told a brief story of what happened to me and my current condition to Bu Nimas. I also talked a little about my plans ahead. That I'm gonna find a part-time job and hire a baby sitter to look after my son after this kid's born.

"Your mother could leave you in this condition. If your mother is your parent, she will not leave you. This mother has been married for decades, but until now has not been blessed with a baby. Maybe this is God's way for you and Mom, son. You can stay here for free. Later if your child is born, Miss Nimas can help snack your child?" said Bu Nimas.

"Oh, Mom, no need. I really didn't mean anything. I just want a little understanding and understanding from Mother with my condition who is currently pregnant without a husband" I replied.

"It's okay, son. Really am. If you allow me to also want to be your adoptive parent. Maybe it's God's destiny to bring us together"

I was overwhelmed to hear his words. I also ended up willing with the offer to stay free at the boarding house on the condition that, Ms. Nimas no longer need to hire a household assistant to clean up. I'll clean the hostel every day.

Ms. Nimas showed me the room I was going to occupy. The room measures 3x4 meters clean and comfortable, located right next to the stairs. Ms. Nimas invited me to rest, then resigned to help her husband keep his meat stall.

Wulan felt that everything she did today was facilitated by God. Is this a reward for the sincerity of Wulan receiving trials in his life? Only God knows.

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