Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 3 Mother

Walking slowly after getting off Lisa's motorbike did not feel I had reached my front home. My father's tiny house with a black iron fence that began to peel. Up to the front of the fence I reached into my pocket bag to take the house keys. I opened my door and went straight to my room.

In this house, I live alone with my mother. My father died when I was 8 years old. My father died in the line of duty to protect the country. He is a member of the Indonesian National Army. At that time he was assigned to eastern Indonesia, namely Papua, to participate in maintaining peace due to the conflict with the Free Papua Organization (OPM). He was shot by an OPM member and breathed his last.

His body was brought back to Pasuruan for burial. When you were buried there was nothing you and I could do but cry. Mother wept for how our fate would be in the future, while I wept for losing the figure of a father. The paternity's stipend while carrying out the duties we receive from the government is only enough to meet our living needs for no more than 2 years. When the money began to run low, my mother was forced to work to meet the needs of our lives.

Mom works as one of the laborers in a small garment company owned by Mr. Darma Wiratmaja, the father of Deni. The source of Wiratmaja family wealth is not only from the garment factory, but also from financial loan services with unreasonable interest. The interest per month required is 10% of the total loan, so the longer the loan tenor, of course, the higher the interest to be paid. The average person who loans to Mr. Darma is an employee of his garment factory so that if he cannot repay Mr. Darma's debt he does not hesitate to cut the salary of the person whatever the reason.

The clock shows at 11:50 p.m. as I enter my room. I immediately changed my uniform in a casual dress. Then I lay down to unwind while sending a short message to Ryo that I had arrived home. I never bring my simple phone to school because for me the school is a place to study as well as the place where I started knitting dreams. The dream to release this village from the clutches of the Wiratmaja family.

After messaging each other with Ryo I headed to the kitchen to pick up lunch. My mom's just coming home at five in the afternoon, so I always have my own lunch. After lunch I studied until the afternoon, repeating the lessons I learned from my teacher. By Ashar I will clean the house and then clean myself. Then I'll prepare for dinner. That's my routine every day since my mom started working. I began to learn to cook self-taught from recipe magazines. Since his mother worked he never cooked because he was too tired to work from morning until afternoon. Since then, my mother has only been in charge of making a living and I take care of domestic affairs at home.

At 17:20 my mother arrived home. As soon as I opened the door, my mother nagged me, complaining that she was tired all day sitting in front of the sewing machine.

"Wulan, why don't you ever return a message from Deni? Deni tipped the greeting, so that the message you reply," said my mother in an unpleasant tone. Mother supported Deni to approach me.

"Ck. Less work Mom! Lazy I served him." I replied fiercely.

"Reply Deni's message you're lazy, wandering with the poor man you're very active!" reply my mother is no less fierce.

"Here you go, Mom, I'm lazy to argue. Mum take a shower and then we have dinner. I've prepared an egg balado for dinner. I have a lot of work." I said I was tired of not arguing.

Mom went straight to her room after I said that. Maybe he was also tired from working all day to earn a living.

After my mom took a shower, we both had dinner in silence. After dinner, I cleaned the table and washed the dishes. She returned to her room after dinner. He said that he was tired and would go straight to sleep.

My brain was hot counting "demons" money earlier. Called "demons" because they are intangible, that's how we IPS kids call them. To cool it down I made an ice cappucino. I enjoyed the glass of ice while texting my girlfriend.

Me: "Why do yank? I just finished doing my job, enjoy the ice cappucino again. My brain is hot 😁"

A few moments later Ryo returned my message.

Ryo : "Hhmmm good tuh ice 🤤. I just finished my Physics assignment. My brain is also hot. But it's hot because I think of you."

Me : "Here if you want. Hihahi. Hayoo thinks what? You can't think of a bitch! Remember our dreams."

Ryo : "Can only think 😋. No patience tomorrow yank. We haven't watched for two months. The motto 'must be frugal and buoyant' makes our courtship time miserable 😂"

Me: "No why be miserable now, for the sake of the future. We can't count on our parents to pay for college"

Ryo : Yes yank. I love you. Sleeping, it's night. Dream of me yes 😘"

Me: "Yes, I love you too Ryo Anggoro, the best man I know. Have a nice dream 😘"

I ended the night routine since I dated Ryo. Send a message to just say good-bye to each other and express affection. I went into the blanket so that the dream could soon be filled with me. Once upset at the words of my mother did not stop, I regretted being unkind to my mother. Even if I am not the one who started the debate, I still can not stand to stay with the closest people.

Determined to apologize to him the next morning, I fell asleep and entered into a beautiful dreamland that made me. Dream of welcoming a better tomorrow.