Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 29 The Good People

Ms. Nimas just made iced tea for a customer who just ordered in her stall. On the other side, he saw the girl who had been eating in her stall wiggling the bells of her boarding house.

"Sir, someone else is looking for a kayak boarding house" Bu Nimas told Pak Jaka, her husband.

Mr. Jaka looked at the direction of his boarding house, and saw people standing in front of his fence.

"Try in samperin, ma'am. Warung let the father handle" said Mr. Jaka to his wife.

"Can, Sir?" tanya Bu Nimas was worried to see a stall that looked crowded because it was lunch hour.

"It's okay, Mom. Hunt away his new prospective residents" said Pak Jaka reassured his wife.

Finally Bu Nimas approached Wulan who was standing in front of the fence of his boarding house.

Moments later, Ms. Nimas seemed to return to her meat shop business. A sad face was radiated from Bu Nimas as she approached her husband.

"Ono opo, ma'am? How does his face look like that?" ask Mr. Jaka to his wife who looks unusual.

"Later, sir I told you, now it's still crowded" said Ms. Nimas.

It was approaching two o'clock when the meatball stall called "Barokah Meatball" finally began to quiet down. There were only four out of fifteen tables filled with customers eating meatballs.

Pak Jaka and Bu Nimas sat next to each other behind their trading meatballs. Ms. Nimas began to recount the conversation with Wulan, whom she now regards as her adopted son. For some reason, his heart was warm as he looked into the girl's eyes. That was their meeting. His maternal instincts were piqued and filled to hear the girl's heartwarming story. Had it been her daughter who had such a fate, she would have been furious and fought for justice for her.

"Sir, it seems like it is our destiny to soon have a grandchild" Bu Nimas told her husband.

"This mother ndagel how tho. Our kids don't have it yet. Cook ujug-ujug there are grandchildren" said Pak Jaka in a sad tone. Honestly, Mr. Jaka still has not fostered his desire to have a baby. Although at this time their age began to approach the fifties. No doubt, the talk of the presence of a child must make Mr. Jaka feel sad. His great love for Bu Nimas made him choose to be faithful to his wife even though God did not give a son in their marriage.

"The girl is pregnant because she was raped, sir. Sorry in advance if I did not discuss with you before making a decision. But I'm hard-pressed by that girl, sir. Her son is polite, it seems that she is a good girl. Maybe if we have been blessed with a princess, maybe our child is young like that girl. Mom already thinks of him as a foster child, sir. You don't mind, do you?" lang Bu Nimas is long.

"Oh my God, is it, Mom? Is there any evidence that she was actually raped? We can't just trust the same people we just met"

"True sir, he had a letter from the police stating that the case could not continue the process. He said it was because of the parents' interference of the perpetrators. Four people did it, sir. I almost cried to hear the story" replied Ms. Nimas.

"Then his parents?", asked Jaka.

"His mother is now going to be TKW. His father died a long time ago. He's an only child. You support your decision, right? I felt like I saw my adult son when I saw the girl. Plus imagining going to snack on grandchildren, Mother added to the taste, sir" said Bu Nimas.

"Let's talk to the three girls later, Mom. What was his name?”

"Sir, meatballs mix one, tea angel one" a new male customer said.

"Ready mas, please sit later I deliver" said Mr. Jaka.

Pak Jaka and Bu Nimas are returning to their respective duties at their meat stalls.

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Time showed me almost one o'clock in the afternoon when Bu Nimas left me in the room that I had intended to rent a moment ago. The room is painted in green leaves, giving a cool effect. In the closet there are two sheets along with bolsters and pillowcases. I immediately put the bed sheet on the mattress without a cot located in the inside of the room.

Finished fixing the bed, I immediately unpacked the bag I was carrying. Arrange some clothes in a medium-sized one-door closet with three bulkheads. After arranging this and that in the closet I went to the bathroom, I felt my body sticky. The boarding house looks empty, it looks like the hostess residents are not in place.

The lingering bathtub was gone without me noticing. Right after I decided to give birth to this child. A sincere feeling of God's resolve, made me stronger to face my destiny.

After the shower, I went back to the room and broke down. I feel tired because of the trip and take care of t*t*k whining college alone. My eyes were so heavy that I fell asleep.

I woke up to a nightmare. My nightmare seems to always feel at home to disturb my sleep. It was 16:05 when I glanced at the clock on my phone. No more interference from my phone since graduation. The euphoria of high school graduation can't be felt.

I decided to get up and look for cleaning equipment on the back of the hostel. I found a set of vacuum cleaners and a mop, complete with floor cleaning fluid. I started cleaning the hostel from the second floor, then continued with the first floor.

A red color appears to decorate the sky. My first afternoon sky in Surabaya. "Beautiful", I thought. Suddenly, a name for my son. Beautiful if female, Sky if male. I smiled as I imagined the names.

After cleaning, I took a shower. Quite tiring considering the building area of this boarding house 30x40 meters, and has two floors.

It was dark when I came out of the hostel. I crossed the street and intended to order some more meatballs, of course at the "Bakso Barokah" stall". I don't know why, I never get tired of processed meat that is fruiting.

Arriving at the stall, I dyed to find Bu Nimas meant to say hello.

"Son Wulan, here!" invite Bu Nimas to wave from behind his meat troupe. There was an elongated chair, and there had been Bu Nimas sitting with a middle-aged man whom I assumed was her husband.

I sat on the edge of the chair, while Bu Nimas was in the middle and the Father was at the other end.

"Wulan, sir", I said, extending a hand.

"Jaka" he said, accepting my hand. "Father heard the story about you from Mother, Nduk. You are concerned. You want to talk to me now, can you?" ask Jaka sir to me with a highlight that I can not guess.

Wulan was worried about what Mr Jaka would ask? Does Mr Jaka support his wife's decision, or vice versa? What if it turns out that Mr. Jaka is not willing to accept residents who are pregnant, let alone suddenly have been raised by his wife without asking for an opinion from him first. Wulan was resigned if asked to move by Mr. Jaka, even though he was comfortable in the boarding house.