Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 59 Wulan, Fight!!

"What the fuck?! Who are you to dare slap me?!" I snorted at the woman while holding my throbbing cheek.

While Mbak Dini who was amazed at what happened was only able to gawk. Confused about what to do.

The atmosphere of the lobby is quiet, because it is palace clock. Another employee was enjoying lunch in the second-floor cafeteria.

"I am the wife of the head of the warehouse you imprisoned! You think, who would make a living if my husband was in prison, huh?!"

"You just worked here have dared to report there report here! Want to find your face with the boss?! My husband worked here for 13 years. It could be new people fighting old people who have worked here for decades!" his cerocos by snapping. Her husband was imprisoned and dishonorably discharged.

"I have nothing to do with you!" then I turned around, about to pass. There were just two steps running a hand pulling my hair tightly ponytailed.

I, who did not want my hair to be plucked from its roots, reflexively held back my hair that was pulled by my hands.

"It's dogs!" maki's slow.

"Kon sing asu! (you are a dog). I'm not finished with you!" maki Bu Wati is back.

"Deliver!" I said while turning my body. As a result, the grip of Bu Wati's hand on my hair feels tighter. Makes me grimace in pain.

"Heh, horrified ya snot boy! Small corruption is common! Don't be your holy-suck!" he said, clutching my cheek with one free hand, while the other still clutching my hair.

His sharp nails hurt my cheeks. Bemoan.

I grabbed the collar of the moss-green casual dress that Bu Wati was wearing. Still trying to refrain from retaliating against the physical violence the woman committed.

"Take me off!" I growled with gritted teeth.

Chees. Ms. Wati spit on my face instead. Makes me glare and run out of patience.

"You want me to let go, huh?!" his challenge.

Don't know you yet! Still clutching tightly onto Bu Wati's dress, I brought her face closer to mine.

Then. The double!

Our not so different height makes it easy for me to bump my forehead against his forehead. With the help of his heels make the height of Bu Wati almost parallel to me who only uses flat shoes.

Ms. Wati who had not expected my attack, staggered back and released her grip on my hair and cheeks.

Can't be loved by this man! My grunt in my heart.

"J a n c u k kon!" meaning while rubbing his reddened forehead.

I don't care about my throbbing forehead. I just rubbed the spit that stuck to my face using my blouse arm.

"Disease!" my hiss with a nagging look at Miss Wati.

Well, the more uncontrollable this is! think Early. Dini immediately ran towards the security guard post located next to the gate.

"Sir, please Sir! Someone is fighting!" dini scream when he arrived in front of the security guard post.

Two security guards who were on duty immediately followed the receptionist.

While in the lobby, Mrs Wati who increasingly did not accept my actions lunged at me blindly. Makes me fall. My reflexes held my fall with my elbow, so as not to have a severe head injury.

Ms. Wati is now sitting on top of my body by gripping my blouse.

"Basic lon te! Mas Pram said you were a widow. You must be in the same position as your boss! That's why I'm looking for faces!" Ms. Wati grew increasingly violent and was about to slap back my cheek.

I held his hand. I held both of Bu Wati's arms as a pedestal, and with all my energy flipped over the position. Now I'm on top of Bu Wati.

"What do you know about my life, huh?!" I raised my hand to slap Ms. Wati.

"Geez, Wulan!" screeching Mother Ika from the front door of the elevator woke me up. My hands just hang in the air.

Along with that, two guards came with Mbak Dini.

I immediately rose from the body of Bu Wati, and Bu Wati was immediately secured by the two guards. Each security guard holds the hand of Bu Wati on his right and left. Ma'am Ika came over and grabbed my shoulder, trying to calm down.

"Rather than you're busy blaming others, try introspecting yourself. Branded items for tens maybe even hundreds of millions you wear from head to toe!"

"Your hedonistic life style could be one of the causes of your husband looking for money with shortcuts. Not ashamed of you, wear luxury goods but from the loot?" I said cynically to Bu Wati.

"Basar lon te sok your saint! Here you! I haven't finished calculating you!" Ms. Wati shouted and thrashed from the guard handle.

"Mbak Dini, please secure the CCTV footage of the lobby yes" asked Mbak Dini, who only nodded his head assent.

"Please get out of this building, ma'am!" said the security guard firmly and dragged Bu Wati out.

"What's this, Lan? Who's that woman?" I asked Mama to ask me for an explanation.

"To the toilet first, Ma'am" I said.

Ma'am Ika led me to the toilet.

"I took you to the lobby because you didn't come to the cafeteria. Even before going down to the lobby, I promised to have lunch together" explained Mbak Ika.

When I got to the toilet, I noticed my face and appearance. There were three nail scrapes on my left cheek. My cheeks are still a former red slap. There was a bruise on my right elbow, as a result of holding back my fall earlier.

Huhh. I breathed a rough breath. My appearance is so confused like this. You uncivilized woman! My grunt in my heart.

With the help of Ma'am Ika, I tidied up my disheveled appearance. Ma'am Ika helped to tidy up my hair.

"The woman was Mr. Pram's wife, the head of the warehouse. The point is he did not accept" I explained briefly to Ma'am Ika who was combing my hair gently with her finger.

"Ga can be let go of it, Lan. You must report! Do not want to be peaceful. Her husband who turned away she was muring crashing people at will!" Ma'am Ika followed the emotion of hearing my speech.

I smiled at Ma'am Ika. I feel grateful for his support.

"Abis gini I'm going home first, ma'am. Want to go to the hospital for a visa, then to the police make a complaint" I told Mbak Ika.

"Yes. Must be!"

After packing my stuff, I immediately gave permission to Mr. Bayu to go home. Mr. Bayu was surprised to see my reddish cheeks and blisters. After a brief explanation, finally Mr. Bayu immediately allowed.

After I finished from Polsek I went straight home. It was four o'clock in the afternoon when I parked my bike in front of the meatball stall. The sky that saw me immediately hugged my legs, happy to see me coming home early.

"Momuuu!" his wife welcomes my return.

"Mother's most handsome son has had a bath yet?" I asked while leading him in.

"Have dong"

I sat him on the chair, and shook hands with Bune.

"Back home, Nduk?" ask Bune

"Yes, Bune"

"That's your cheek why?" bune asked with a worried look.

The sky that heard his utan words also watched my face.

Tears spread on her cute face.

"Mother, why was his face put on a plesten? Teyluka huh?" said sad.

"c, anu. That was the face of my mother scratched her own nails fitting scratch earlier" answered me immediately.

"Mother gapapa really, Sky do not cry. Later mom will be sad" I said with a clear face.

"Mom cut my nails" the tiny mouth advised me.

I immediately hid my hand whose nails were still not too long.

"Yes, I'll cut you off" I replied with a soothing smile.

Ouch, Nak Lanang gemesin. Not accept his mother scratched even a little stuff. Later when it's big, it must be a great protector of Mother Wulan.

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~j a n c u k is a crude curse or swearing spoken by the people of Surabaya and surrounding areas. But this phrase does not always mean curses. The word itself can switch meanings depending on the context of use. For example, "Woi, where are you c u k?" or "Piye (how) are you, c u k?"

~Hedon, derived from the word hedonism. It is a view that considers material pleasures and pleasures to be the main purpose in life.

~Muring-muring, ranting or angry.

~ Lanang, male.