Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 37 The Sustenance of Not Going

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Surabaya, February 27, 2011

My gestational age has now reached 40 weeks, and today is the HPL calculation by Dr. Ibrahim. But I haven't felt any signs indicating that I'm about to give birth. Two weeks ago, the doctor told me that my baby and I were healthy. Amniotic fluid, fetal heart rate, blood pressure is good and there are no problems. The position of the baby's head has entered the pelvis, so just wait for time. So said Doctor Ibrahim.

Since I've been on my gas semester break for two weeks, my daily activities only help Bune and Pakne. Nothing is different from the usual days.

When I was six months old in November, my stomach showed a bulge. Some of the files, some don't care. The only one who dared to ask about my pregnancy was Diva, my best friend.

"Lan, sorry I want nanya. Are you married?" ask her one afternoon after the Business Evaluation course.

"Not yet" I replied casually.

"Then.." he hesitates to continue his sentence. Maybe she thinks I'm pregnant because of promiscuity.

"My pregnancy?" instead of being embarrassed, I said it casually.

Diva just nodded.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe it. But if you don't believe me, I don't have a problem either" I said by shrugging my left shoulder.

Diva just kept quiet with a serious face, waiting for the continuation of my words.

"I'm a virgin, Va. Do you believe me if I drop Siti Maryam, the mother of Prophet Jesus?" I said with a serious mimic.

Diva digested my words for a moment. Then his face was bent in annoyance.

"Seriously dong, Wulaaann!" he nodded with annoyance.

Haha. I laugh at my not funny jokes.

"But really if I told you, you wouldn't believe it. I was raped, then pregnant" I said lightly.

"Seriously, iiihh!" hatch Diva with annoyance that is becoming.

"Lho I'm serious. No, I don't really believe it" I always do.

"Oh my God, Wulan. Why don't you hold that guy accountable?"

Maybe in Diva's mind I was only raped by one person. But I chose not to tell you the details of the incident.

"For what? To add to my traumatic feelings. I could have died standing married to a jerk like that. Until this moment alone, it always haunts my sleep as a nightmare. No matter day or night" I replied cynically.

Ever since I told you that, Diva became the one who put on her body when she heard someone talking badly behind my back. Diva became one of the few people who sympathized and gave me support.

The average friend in my college doesn't really want to know other people's business. Moreover, I am famous as a butterfly student, aka lecture-home college-return. So the news of my pregnancy is not too into the lips. Just lasted for a few days and then returned to normal.

My friends' reactions were different in my pregnancy. Those who don't believe, think that I was raped is just my booze and a reason not to be ashamed, and look at me cynically. Those who believe and sympathize, say that I am a strong woman. And most of them are more likely to not care.

Maybe this is how it is if you live in a big city. More people do not care about the lives of others, than those who are busy with gossiping and gossiping. If I still lived in the village, surely scorn and insinuation would be a daily meal, regardless of my reasons.

How's David, the little guy? Just as I thought, he backed off in order. It started with keeping my distance, and over time I hardly ever talked to him. I understand and don't dispute it. I realized, there is no way a man would want to be in a relationship with a woman who is pregnant. If the man doesn't mind, it's definitely his family who will object. Even a month ago I heard the news that David was dating a girl majoring in Tax Accounting.

"Yet, Bune. The doctor said he could go forward or go back. Bune had been impatient to meet the granddaughter apparently", I answered while stroking the skinny arm of Bune who had begun to look wrinkled.

The time has shown at 21:05 and the shop is empty. Somehow, the stalls are not so crowded today. The trade is still half of what was prepared this morning. If converted to portions, there must still be 50 more servings.

Seeing the condition of the rest of the merchandise that is still a lot I sighed loudly.

"Ya Gusti, kulo ngertos windpipe namung titipan. But the nitip yen, sing radi kathah sithik" I said frustrated. Because it is not usually the trade is still left much like today.

(Yes Gusti, I know that the windfall is just a deposit. But if it's nitip, that's a bit much)

"Hush! How do you wish to set a routine for the fortune. Much or little sustenance, still to be grateful" Bune said.

I just heard a reprimand from Bune.

Time has shown at 21:30, and we decided to improve. While busy, a car parked in front of the shop. A middle-aged Chinese man got off the car door at the wheel.

"The taxi's up, sir?" ask the man.

"There is still, sir. Pack or eat in place?" ask Pakne.

"A pack of 50 is there, sir?"

"Oh, ada. Please sit down first. Let me prepare. What do you want to drink, sir? Free drinks" Pakne said.

"Tea is warm, sir. Thanks in advance" the man replied and pulled out his phone.

I made some warm tea and Bune helped Pakne prepare the order. After the warm tea was ready, I delivered it to the table where the man was waiting.

"Please, pack the tea" I said as I placed the warm tea on the table.

"Oh, thank you Ma'am. How many months pregnant, Mommy?" tanyanya.

"Nine months, sir. What event to buy 50 portions?" my many.

"My house is surrounded by my son's friends. Biasalah, he's a BEM boy so his organization's friends are many. He's on his birthday today. Ask to buy only baroque meatballs, let it not complicated he said" he replied explaining.

"Oh, happy birthday to your son, sir. Excuse me for helping my parents" I said in pleasantries.

While helping me think, the windfall is not going anywhere. I just prayed, instantly granted. Perhaps the pregnant woman's prayer is mustajab.

Once the order is ready, we help the buyer raise 5 medium-size bags of crackers into his car. He paid and thanked me and left.

It was ten o'clock past, we finally got better. The three of us closed the stall with carefree hearts. Not expecting the windfall in the final seconds before closing.

The rolling door stalls were completely closed and we crossed the road together to go home and rest.

When Pakne opened the gate, all of a sudden, "Oh!" I grimaced while grimacing.

What happened to Wulan? Why is Wulan complaining all of a sudden?