Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 35 Symptoms of Trauma

My routine since I became Pakne and Bune's adopted son I really enjoyed. I'm glad I could help them. It only occurred to me that if the disaster did not happen, maybe I would become a regular boarding boy in this boarding house.

The residents of the boarding house have returned to occupy their respective rooms. The average occupant is of ethnic Chinese descent, probably because this boarding house is close to UK Petra. The average resident is a student who is studying at the university.

As mutually agreed, I introduce myself as Pakne's niece if anyone asks. If not asked, I will only introduce myself as a Wulan student majoring in Business Accounting in Petra.

I don't feel like college has been running for two months, and my content is now 19 weeks. No significant changes have been seen, my stomach just seems a little bulging and my weight did not rise too significantly, increasing only 4 kg only.

I am quite famous among my majors, because I belong to the minority. I was also the only scholarship student in Business Accounting. My point of minority is that I'm one of the few college students who don't have white skin and narrow eyes. In my own department there are only ten people who are non Chinesse, the remaining 68 people are descendants of Chinesse. There are Batak people, some Javanese, Bugis people, and also Sumbanese people.

David, a man of Chinese descent whom I met during a re-enlistment some time ago, was blatantly showing his intention of approaching me. Actually David was a good, humorous, and handsome man of course. White skin, narrow eyes, height, and athleticism. But I can't. When a man approaches me, especially to make physical contact such as holding my hand or just holding my shoulder, my heart will pound with sweat pouring profusely from all the pores of my skin.

As happened in a session after the course of receivables completed. From behind David held onto my shoulder and said, "Eh, Lan. You know that my feelings for you are like debt?"

I jumped, my heart was pounding and sweat began to flood. With a stutter I replied to David, "Ah, eh how can Vid? Must dicil be?" I'm not using 'Ko' because I know we're the same age. Sweat began to appear on my forehead, neck, over my lips, as well as other areas of my body. My palms are wet. I tried to cover it by wiping the sweat on the visible area with a tissue.

"No. My feelings for you are like debt, Lan. Didiemin, long time so much" said David while grinning.

Diva, one of the minority students like me, came from the original Surabaya, was stunned to hear David's words.

"Hahaha your work is with Wulan, Vid" said Diva, a friend who has recently been close to me. Always sit next to me in every class.

"It's also a business, Va. I've had a crush on doi since I met the re-list", explained David.

I laughed at David's confession. Diva simply held out her clenched hand and said "Fighting!"

"Va, Vid, I go first. It's almost lunch time. Pakne meatball stalls must be crowded in a moment" I said goodbye, in addition to feeling awkward because of David's confession, I also do not want two friends of mine to see my neck and hands that have been wet when in the classroom air-conditioned.

"Later to play, huh, Lan?" david exclaimed to me who chose to pass immediately.

"Ga promise, afraid of bothering to help Pakne and Bune" I said dodging.

On the way to the parking lot I pondered, since when did this condition happen to me. Today I wore a sky blue shirt with ¾ sleeves and gray denim pants, combined with dark blue sneakers. The deep shirt I was wearing behind my shirt was soaking wet. My palms were still wet, sweat spots were still popping up on my neck, and my wrists were also wet.

Time showed eleven o'clock passing by when I got in front of my bike. I rushed to the house to change clothes, feeling uneasy because of my wet inner t-shirt. I no longer call it a boarding house. Pakne has stated several times that the house is also my home because I am the son of Pakne.

When I crossed the street the stalls looked crowded, all the tables were filled. Bune looked busy slicing the lontong, while Pakne prepared some meatballs. I took the initiative to make a few glasses of tea without ice, so when someone ordered iced tea just put ice cubes.

I'm the one who's starving snatches some meatballs with a fork. Bune smiled amusedly at my behavior.

"So ain't lunch yet, Nduk?" ask Bune.

"I see the stalls are crowded, Bune. Banjel used to use meatballs can kok", I replied.

"Warung's still pretty crowded, Vid. Sorry can not nemenin" I said with the clarification I made.

"I'm here to eat meatballs. Geer you", said David in an amused tone.

I smiled in response to his joke. Showing dimples that many people say is my charm.

"What message do you want?” my many.

"Duh, your dimples make me full right away. Can you order?" open David with a smile that makes his eyes appear to stay in line.

"If I want to stay!" my word.

"Hehehe. Yes yes. Order meatballs, use rice? I didn't have lunch right in Cito, bored. The kids are going to eat pizza, I don't taste it" she explained to me. Cito or City Of Tomorrow is one of the shopping centers in the suburbs of Surabaya. Mall closest to my campus.

"Drink what?” ask again.

"Es apex"

"Wait a minute, Vid"

I passed David's order to Pakne, then went to make orange ice.

While making orange ice, Bune muttered next to me.

"He used to play here, huh, Nduk? Like you like it"

"But Wulan can't, Bune. Later if he sees my stomach that is enlarged will definitely be regressed regularly" I whispered. There was no sad tone in my words because I was well aware of it. Which man wants to be in close contact with a woman who is pregnant.

Bune patted my hand with a sad smile.

I'm delivering David's order to his place. As I placed the bowl of meatballs in front of him, David held my hand. Instantly my heart pounded and sweat poured out. I nearly shook my hand, but I soon realized I wouldn't do that because it would offend her.

"Later if the stall was a bit quiet I could have a chat, Lan? I have to talk seriously with you" asked David whose hand is still above mine.

I took my hand slowly away from her.

"Ehm, we'll see Vid. I can't promise. I helped sell first" I said.

I'll be gone soon leaving David. My heart is still pounding. I immediately looked for tissue and wiped the sweat off the places visible to the view. I can't keep avoiding. I think I should make something clear to David.

What would David talk to Wulan about? Can David accept the reality when he learns about the condition of Wulan who is pregnant? Wulan believes that David will definitely choose to withdraw when he finds out that he is pregnant.