Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 44 Karma Emerging

Three Years Later

Surabaya, January 2014

This afternoon I was sipping a caramel macchiato at a caffe located directly across from my campus, Starbak. I was looking for a laptop in front of me. My script entitled "Product Selling Price Analysis Using ABC System (Activity Based Costing System) On A Home Industry Cookies" has entered the final chapters. If my script is approved by my dospem (lector) then next month I can advance to the green table. And if my side passes, in March I can graduate. I am grateful to be able to take my undergraduate education in just seven semesters.

Not felt, next month Sky will be three years old. I didn't expect that nurturing the Sky could be the cure for the nightmares that have haunted me all along. Since the sky was born my natural alarm was no longer that nightmare, but the sound of the cry of the Sky that nightly asked to suckle. It can only be counted on the finger how many times the dream came to me these past three years.

It's been three years, but Ryo hasn't even shown his nose. Even though when I last saw her she said she wanted to visit me once in a while. But I don't care.

Too engrossed in making the thesis, to make me not realize that there was someone who noticed and was approaching me.

"Wulans?" the voice of a man standing in front of me.

Instantly I looked up, shocked and scared when I heard that voice. The voice of one of those bastards.

Netraku turned to look at the figure of Angga who was holding a man next to him. Tall guy, handsome, semi-blond dyed hair with side hem. The actual scenery is strange if others see how the way Angga who then whispered to the man. Then the man went and sat down at a table not far from my place.

"Hi, Lan" he said nervously greeting me.

"I sat down, yes" he said again when he received no response from me, and immediately sat down without waiting for my permission.

I still don't respond. My feelings today are dominated by fear. The shadow of that night was running in my mind. My heartbeats have been out of shape since hearing Angga's voice, and cold sweat has begun to appear.

"That was my partner. I. a g a y" he said plainly.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"Go!" sergeant's rude.

"Let me apologize, Lan. I think it's my karma. It's not about me being a g a y, it's I've been aware of for a long time. But I covered it up by being willing to be Deni's jongos"

"You know, I'm stuck in a toxic relationship with my partner. Grandma died last year from a heart attack when I introduced Deta. He could not believe, his proud grandson was a g a y. Deni and the others stayed away from me when they found out that fact" he explained, not heeding my orders.

"I don't care!" hisisku fierce.

"I love Deta, and so does Deta. But Deta is very jealous. He doesn't hesitate to beat me up if he sees me with another man, even if it's just to talk. Our lovemaking sessions were never absent from his punch either. But I can't get away from him. I love her too much. Maybe it's a life sentence I'm gonna have to carry out because of what I did to you"

I keep flinching. Seeing it with those dirty eyes.

"You know what's even funnier? Currently Aldo is dying because of HIV-AIDS in Surabaya hospital here. I came here to see him, not expecting to see you here. One of the comfort women Aldo hired turned out to have HIV and you know for yourself what it's going to be"

"Aldo says he's hooked, but doesn't want to get married young. So it was the shortcut he took. Hiring the services of a paid woman. Without him thinking about the danger of infectious disease risk" continued Angga did not discuss at all what I said earlier.

"I think this is karma for us. I just wanted to apologize for telling you this. I don't want to if one day I die because I got beat up by Deta but I haven't got an apology from you" Angga continued to scatter under the look of my unsettled eyes.

"I don't want to. And you deserve it" my hiss was fierce.

"That's all I can say. I know you're a good woman. I'm sorry" Angga said, apologizing.

I bit my lips hard, trying to hold back the screams and anger. Feels salty because of the blood, so strong I bite makes my lips scratched.

"You're apologizing! Hmh!" I grieved harshly.

"Something will change with you apologizing? Now please leave before I scream" I said in a stifled voice.

"It's none of your business! And never! Never think or even call him your son!! My son's sky, just my son!" fierce say.

"Sky's name?" asked Angga smiling.

"Go!" I shouted as I stood up from my seat and kicked down the table. I can't hold back my anger anymore. The people who were there seemed to be turning their eyes on us. I don't give a shit anymore.

"OK, okay. I say goodbye" said Angga, then passed.

After Angga left, I sat down for a moment. It feels like my knees can't support my body anymore. Tears have escaped.

I drowned my face in the textbook reference books that were scattered on the table. I cried sobbing. My shoulders are shaking because of my sedan.

I cried for a while at Caffe Starbak. I know I must be a spectacle, but I'm indifferent. I just want to ease the tightness in my chest.

After feeling a little calm, I finally lifted my face. I took care of my books and my laptop. All I need right now is to look at my man, my sky. My encouragement in times of trouble like this.

The sky must be in the stall at this time, accompanying Uti and her sister to sell. I glanced at my watch, it was almost two in the afternoon.

I hungry. Crying is quite energy draining as it turns out.

I went from caffe to my parked bike. Not to forget to bring a glass of chocolate milkshake for the Sky, and two pieces of chocolate croissant for Pakne and Bune.

It was remembered by me that Pakne minitip cakalang noodles located 300 meters from my campus. Even if it's in the opposite direction, I don't mind being pinned down. But unfortunately, when you want to buy it turns out that the cakalang noodle shop is closed. I called Pakne immediately to inform him.

"Hello, what's up, Nduk?" pakne's voice was heard across the line after the second ring.

"The cake is closed, Pakne" I said.

"Yes, I'm sorry to be a gapapa"

"Huh yeah?" I gawked confusedly at Pakne's strange pronunciation.

"Cakalang' is closing, yes it's already becok aja gapapa" Pakne explained.

Suddenly I chuckled at Pakne's crisp joke.

"Pakne crisp, ah. Wulan on the way home, anyone want to be signed?"

"The rest of the sky is little" cried Bune chimed. Apparently the call is in loud speaker mode.

"Ready, Boss!" kataku chuckles.

Today I felt like a roller coaster. I just cried sobbing, but now laugh thanks to a joke from my parents.

I drove the motor home. Can't wait to meet my guy and enjoy a bowl of super spicy meatballs.

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Sorry author yesterday can not update, because he is not feeling well. But thank God, it has improved today.

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