Wulan In Night Wound
Chapter 53 Maneuver Mr. Ronald
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I was stunned when the horn of a white BMW stopped in front of the lobby. Because I did not move, the windshield on the driver's side dropped open.
"Wulan, come! Even dumbfounded" said Mr. Ronald.
"Eh, oh, yes sir" I said and rushed over to the white BMW.
"Your house is Kutisari, right?" ask him while starting to advance the gears of the car.
"Kok you know, sir?"
"It's on your CV, isn't it?"
"Ooohhh" I can only oh ria.
Silent then.
After about five minutes of driving, I screamed in panic.
"Sir, stop, sir"
Mr. Ronald pulled his car over in a row of shophouses along Jl. Brickling.
"What's wrong?"
"My bike lock is still on, sir. How do people want my bike anter later? I went back to the office first yes, sir" I explained.
"Well, what? Let's just turn around. How can the key of the motor be carried"
"Father tell me to give STNK away. I'm not thinking either, sir" I said ashamed of my own carelessness but still trying to find a scapegoat.
"Yes, let's just turn it around"
"No, Sir. I just walk back, at least only 300 meters this" I hesitate, do not want to bother.
"Hmm, motorbike used ga at home? What about Monday next week when I go to work with me?" haggar Pak Ronald.
"Wow, no sir" I'm getting sad.
"Our house is unidirectional. My home is in Makarya Binangun. I used to pass Kutisari, avoiding traffic jams in Waru Roundabout with Taman Pelangi" he explained.
I was confused as to what to answer. My motorbike is rarely used at home, except for going to college (when I was in college).
"Monday with me, yeah. Now we're going" Mr. Ronald decided without asking for my approval.
"But, Sir..."
Mr. Ronald did not heed my protest and immediately drove his car.
For a few moments we were silent to each other.
"Music music, huh? Let's not be quiet" Mr. Ronald fiddled with his car stereo when we stopped at a red light intersection.
It might seem crazy what I am 'bout to say
Sunshine she's here, you can take a break
I'm a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don't care, baby by the way
Huh (Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
(Happy by William Pharrell)
A popular song. Mr. Ronald seemed to knock his fingers to the beat of music.
"I'm very happy song. Happy one car with a beautiful woman" as well as Mr. Ronald.
I was silent, confused as to what to respond. I could only smile clumsyly and take my eyes off the windshield.
"It used to be interview time, you said a single mother?" Mr. Ronald asked as he drove off his car, concentrating on the road.
"Yes, sir" I answered briefly.
"How old is his son?"
"Three years"
"Male or female?
"Male"
"I'm sorry, husband..where?" Ronald asked doubtfully.
"Ga there, sir" I just answered briefly my HRD question.
"Is there a point?" his eyebrows are linked, confused.
I know that a single mother has no husband. I mean, a widow left dead, or a divorcee? Ronald's grudge in my heart.
"Well, there's no husband. Sorry, privacy" I said with a reluctant feeling.
I don't want to share my story with others. Especially the ones I just knew like Mr. Ronald.
The mood returned. I went back to observing the road. Counting the number of vehicles we passed in our hearts, to kill time.
I did not answer that statement at once. I was honestly confused as to what to answer.
"Silent means yes" Mr. Ronald concluded arbitrarily.
"Eh, no, sir" I reflexively refute that arbitrary conclusion.
"Then?"
"I don't know Mr. Ronald" I said. The classic reason is baseless, I thought wryly.
"Then we came closer, to get to know each other"
"I'm just a girl with one child" I'm still trying to kink.
"What if you're a girl with one child?" Mr. Ronald is after me.
"Men like Mr. Ronald can get better than me"
"Men like me?"
"Handsome, well-established, well" I replied explaining.
"Thank God that's your assessment of me" he said grinned.
"Front turn to the right, sir. Then follow the road" I gave directions.
"I'm serious, Lan" Mr. Ronald continued the interrupted conversation.
"Sir Ronald doesn't have a wife or girlfriend?" my search.
"Maybe not, if I have a wife or boyfriend but say I want to be close to you?"
"Who knows (who knows)!" I said while shrugging my shoulders.
"Haha. I have a playboy look, right?" Mr. Ronald laughed at my thoughts.
I just answered with a clumsy smile.
"Don't my acceptance because of nepotism?" I was spontaneous, shuddering at the possibility.
"Yes, it's not. Mr. Accounting Manager impressed with your GPA. And immediately fell in love during the interview session" replied Mr. Ronald.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Black fence house, sir"
When stopped in front of the house, it seemed that Mr. Ronald looked amazed.
"Big as well" he murmured.
"Home boarding, sir. The efforts of parents" I explained.
"Ooh"
"Let's go in, sir"
Mr. Ronald is trailing behind me. Nodding respect to guests and relatives sitting in conversation on plastic chairs arranged in the courtyard.
"Please sit. I'll call Bune first, sir" I'm sorry, and point to the living room sofa being moved on the porch.
Mr. Ronald just nodded.
"Bune, there's a guest. HRD Wulan company" said I greet Bune who is feeding watermelon fruit in the sky.
"Ibuuuu" said Sky coming down from the chair and hugging me.
I carried him and brought the Sky forward to meet our guests. Bune followed me to the terrace.
"Sir, my Mother. I used to call Bune. Bune, Mr. Ronald. PT HRD. Globalindo Textile"
They both shake hands.
"This little whiz what's his name?" asked Mr. Ronald to say hello to the sky that hid the face on my shoulder.
"Yangit, om" answered the timid sky.
"I'll excuse you to go back" I said goodbye and brought the sky into the house.
"I'm in condolences, ma'am" Mr. Ronald's voice sounded as I left them.
After putting Sky in the room, I prepared two cups of warm tea and market snacks as a treat.
Take him forward. It looks like Mr. Ronald is chatting with Bune.
"Please, Sir"
"Thank you" Mr. Ronald nodded and smiled. Sip a little warm tea and take a layer cake.
After a while chatting, Mr. Ronald said goodbye to return to the office.
After Mr. Ronald died, Bune looked at me in full search.
"Ganteng, Nduk" Bune.
"Yes his name is man. If it's a girl, pretty Bune" I'm offsetting Bune's sloppies.
"Bune see he's interested in you. It's obvious how he looks at you"
"Superior only, Bune. Wulan doesn't want to be more than that"
"Related?" search Bune.
"Look ahead, Bune" I said diplomatically. I want to end the conversation that makes me so nervous.
Will there be a romance between Wulan and Ronald Adhiyasa? Is Ronald the right man to heal Wulan's trauma?
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~Nepotism is an act of a person who utilizes a position or position to prioritize the interests of family or relatives above the public interest by choosing people not on the basis of their abilities but on the basis of family relationships or closeness.
