Wulan In Night Wound
Chapter 34 The Streak of Destiny?
It was eight o'clock by the time I reached my adoptive parents' meatball stall. The shop looked full of visitors as I parked my bike in front of the shop. Bune was shocked when he saw my hair that I had trimmed to short.
"Lho, Nduk? His hair?? Eman tenan sakjane" said he regretted.
(Eman tenan sakjane: What a pity)
"Hot surabaya, Bune. Can't afford me, sumuk" I replied by wagging my hand in front of my face.
(sumuk : sultry)
"Where were the results of that doctor, Nduk? Is the mother and baby healthy?" ask Pakne from behind his meatballs.
"Healthy, Pakne. The doctor said the baby would be long, my rich height later", I replied with a big smile.
"Aduuhh, kepengen cepet born taste. Bune gapati kepingin soon timang-timang" said Bune with anxiety.
"Still a long time, Bune. Estimates of his birth are still on February 27. If I step down on February 28, my birthday is the same my son can be together, Bune" my next birthday.
"Well, February 28th. Bune must record this, so he can enjoy it" said Bune while looking for a pen and a small book in the meatballs area.
I saw Bune record my date of birth in the little book. I'm guessing that's Bune's important notebook. I raved about the small bag I brought to look for USG photo paper. I headed towards the area behind the meatballs, where Bune and Pakne were sitting.
"This is a photo of the USG from Bune, Pakne. The baby is still tiny once, so it's not clear yet. It was said that her bare feet had begun to form, but in this photo Wulan did not know which one. Hehehe" I explained with a grin at the end of my explanation.
"Sir, how much? Mixed meatballs 2, iced oranges 1, warm oranges 1, lontong 2, the same 4-pack rambak crackers?" ask a man who wants to pay for the food he has finished.
Because Pakne and Bune were busy looking at USG photos, so I took the initiative to approach and receive bills from the buyer because I had memorized the price of each menu.
"Everything Rp. 44,000 yes, Mas" I replied.
"Eh, that was Doctor Ibrahim right? Her hair is different now. But it was still long. It looks fresher, Ma'am" said the man I saw at the obstetrician.
"Oh, yes, my. Which wife?" my question while looking, looking for the figure of his wife.
"Still enjoying the meatballs, Ma'am. Who is Mr Jaka? How have you ever looked here before? I've been in college since I was in Petra. Although he graduated three years ago, he still often stopped by here" he told me.
"My nephew, Mas Adit. But already I consider my own son" said Mr. Jaka chimed in from behind me.
”Ooohh" comments are short.
After the man named Adit paid, the man returned to accompany his wife.
"He's one of the subscriptions here, until Pakne gets to know him. He is very friendly, friendly, likes to talk to people. Since the time of dating the woman who became his wife now, Adit often came here. His favorite food he said" Pakne explained.
I just have to hear Pakne's explanation.
"Old cow?” ask the wife of a man named Adit.
"Chat for a while with Mr. Jaka" the man replied.
"His meatballs haven't changed in the past, have they? Tasty, just right. That's why I'm a favorite Adit here. Every meatball must be here. Rich ain't got no other meatball stalls,"
"Another meatball place, passing. Barokah Seng meatballs no lawaaann" as well as the man.
"Honey, don't eat the meat often. The doctor said that your blood pressure was a bit high, less salty and fatty" said the man advising his wife.
"This one, Mas. Your son will be flirting. Wanna?" threatening his wife
"You can make excuses, yes!" the man said angrily as he pinched his wife's cheek gently, while her wife chuckled at the treatment.
"Eh, Yang. The woman we met earlier in Doctor Ibrahim turned out to be his nephew Pak Jaka you know" said the man informed his findings to the wife.
"His eyes are still young. What is the need at the obstetrician?" ask his wife to be curious.
The husband just shrugged one shoulder while blasting his lips a sign not so concerned about it.
Sluuurrpp
There was the sound of a straw that sucked out the rest of the drink in a glass.
"Udah abis, Mas. So full! Yuk, go home" take the woman to her husband.
The man did not answer his wife's invitation and only reached out to take her.
"Sir Jaka, we go home first!" the man shouted from the table where he was sitting three meters away from the meatballs.
"Yes, Mas Adit. Be careful on the road!" pakne.
The stall began to be quiet when the time showed past nine o'clock at night. Trading is still a little. I began to install help improve, so that when the time is closed later the work is not too piled up. I start by washing the dishes, then continue to clean the empty table.
21.45 No buyers have come or are eating on the spot. Finally Pakne and Bune began to improve and store the rest of the merchandise into the refrigerator in the kitchen.
"Sir, the results of the USG are still borrowed Bune huh? Bune is not satisfied with the idea of Bune's future grandchildren" Bune said when we closed the stall completely.
I just nodded with a smile. Like me, apparently Bune also fell in love with the fetus in my womb. I guided my motorbike which I parked in front of the stall earlier. We crossed into the house feeling flowery awaiting the birth of a baby who would fill our days with joy.
Today Wulan met twice with a man by accident. Myth says the meeting the third time, means there is a destiny that ensnared between you. Did ya? What kind of fate is ensnaring between Wulan and Adit? If it is fate, may it not be a bad fate.
