Wulan In Night Wound
Chapter 31 Filled with Luck
It was 03:34 when I woke up to my natural alarm, especially if it wasn't a nightmare. I never get used to that nightmare even if it haunts my sleep.
I got up and took the cleaning equipment. Cleaning the boarding house became my duty, as I required to Bune before accepting the offer to stay free at this boarding house.
As I was cleaning downstairs, I saw Bune and Pakne coming out of her room carrying a knitting bag of old material.
"Good morning, Pakne, Bune", I said hello to them.
"Again, Nduk. Diligent once this hour has been cleaned?" pakne.
"It's normal, Pakne. Going to the market?" my many.
"Yes, Son. Do you want to drop something? Or what cooking is that? Let Bune do the shopping"
"Anything, Bune. I am not fussy" I replied.
Just saying so, my stomach feels nauseous. I shut my mouth withholding the vomit that urgently wanted to be expelled.
"Nausea, Son? Bathroom over there", point to Bune.
After spitting out my stomach, I came out of the bathroom. Bune was still waiting for me to come out of the bathroom, but it didn't look like Pakne.
"Is it okay, son?" asked Bune with a worried look.
"It's okay, Bune. Usually vomiting nausea disappears on its own later above eight in the morning. Back again when I wake up at night", I replied calmly. "Pakne where?” my many.
"Oh, again manasin motor in front. You're right no one's been tipped off?"
"No one, Bune. Let me cook later, Bune" I bargained.
"Yes, can.can. Bune to the market first, afraid of bad luck. I will not get good meat for meatballs. You don't force yourself if you can't clean up, son", said Bune
"Wulan ain't nothing, Bune"
After Bune said goodbye, I continued cleaning. There was a reddish sky in the eastern horizon when I had just finished cleaning. Then I continued to shower.
I'm waiting for Bune to come home from the market on the hostel porch. At 6:30 Bune finally came home from the market. Bring groceries for meatballs and cook the menu today.
For meatball equipment brought by Pakne to the stall, because there is a special kitchen to prepare the merchandise. While for cooking purposes today are brought to the kitchen together on the first floor.
I asked Bune for permission to cook himself so that Bune could help Pakne prepare the merchandise. Bune left me in the kitchen and went to help Pakne. In the future this is my routine every day to ease the burden of Pakne and Bune.
Almost eight o'clock when I finished cooking. I arranged the dishes at the dining table located next to the kitchen. A not-so-large rectangular table surrounded by four chairs. Sour vegetables, fried layur fish, tofu, tempeh, eggplant complete with sauce. After everything was ready, I called Pakne and Bune at the stall so I could have breakfast together soon.
We eat while talking.
"When did you start going to college, Nduk?" ask Pakne while scooping a spoonful full of sambal.
"First August, Pakne. The 3rd of August. Ten days to go" I replied.
"Are all your needs ready?"
"Already, Pakne."
"Your mother has been TKW for a long time?", this time Bune asked
Bune mangosteen heard my answer. Then I asked, "What age are you? How come it's not visible?"
I opened my mouth to answer when the room door of one of the hostesses opened. It looks like Ce Fani is neat with long tight jeans and pink collared shirts, along with a laptop bag that is tucked into his shoulder.
"Morning, Sir, Ma. Morning as well Wulan. Breakfast together apparently" said Ce Fani greeting us at the dinner table.
"Amorning as well", we answered in unison
"Let's have breakfast together, Dek Fani", take Bune.
"There are vegetable tamarind same fish layur, complete sambal. Wulan is cooking" Pakne continued.
"Thank you, Mister, Ma'am. But sorry, it's too late for a BEM meeting". Next time maybe" he said with a regretful smile.
"Be careful on the road, Ce" I said.
After Ce Fani passed, then we continued our interrupted conversation.
"I don't know either, Bune. Last time I went to the midwife with my mother was about three weeks, the gestational age was about 5-7 weeks", I answered to Bune's question.
"How about later in the afternoon you go to the obstetrician. There's a gynecologist practice near here, about 500 meters. Want Bune to accompany?” bargain me.
"No need, Bune. Afraid of crowded stalls, Pakne no one helps" I refused.
"Bune's afraid you're going rough. This is only your second day in Surabaya, and has never been anywhere" said Bune worried.
"Near, right, Bune? Later I can ask the same people I met on the road" I said soothingly.
"Then what are your plans going forward, Nduk?" connect Pakne.
"I'm planning to find Pakne's part-time job. But maybe later wait for the birth, because I am sure no employer or company is willing to accept a woman who is pregnant" I replied.
"Work at Pakne's meatball stall? It just so happened that Pakne and Bune were starting to get overwhelmed. I want to find someone to help. It must be Pakne's salary" Pakne bargained with me.
"Congratulate me, Pakne. Already got a shelter and eat for free" I refused to feel reluctant.
"You are the son of Pakne and Bune, providing the board and food is our responsibility" Pakne said.
"That's also you're not free, Nduk. You help clean and cook. Very lightening for Bune" Bune said.
"That's my duty as a Bune boy" I replied. Since they consider me their own child, I should consider them my own parents.
"One more time, you don't need to find a babysitter if your baby is born. Love Bune the chance to take care of a baby, huh?” bune said with teary eyes.
"Yes, Bune. Wulan thank you very much", I replied as I stroked his hand.
"Later if the hostess there is a nanya, just say you're Pakne's nephew. If there is a problem with your pregnancy, ask Pakne directly!" pakne's tukas firmly.
I just nodded with a smile. I know Pakne said that because Pakne wanted to protect me.
Wulan felt very lucky to meet the good people in her life. A life full of trials and exams. What we think is bad becomes good for others. Pregnancy that is not expected by Wulan, became a cool hope that has been arid for the couple Pak Jaka and Bu Nimas.
