Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 60 Reuniting

**Pardon late updates today. This day the electricity goes out, so no internet connection because it uses wifi. Can not buy quota, again bokek 😂 Happy reading all**

Surabaya, July 31, 2021

I got home near seven o'clock in the evening. Across the street looks crowded. Seen Bune and Ragil, wife of Dendi, pacing mandir serving customers. Do you remember who Dendi was? Dendi is the niece of Pakne of Kediri, who was married four months ago.

After parking the car in the garage, I went into the house to greet the sky and take a shower. My son is ten years old now. He must be studying or working on PR right now.

The four rooms downstairs, since Sky was eight years old, were no longer rented out. Bune went back to sleep in his own room. The sky was given its own room, as was Dendi and his wife.

This is exactly one year I occupied the post of accounting manager of PT. Globalindo Textile. After Mr. Hermawan retired last year, I got the post after competing with several potential candidates who applied for the position.

The company I work for is always open recruitment to the needs of employees. Fair play, that is the motto of PT. Globalindo Textile.

Tok. Chequek.

I knocked and opened the door to my man's room. I put my head in. The sky is still struggling with his books. A black headset was attached to his ear. It has become a habit of Heaven doing tasks while listening to music, unless you are memorizing.

I approached the Sky which was completely unaware of my existence. I stroked her dense black hair, similar to my hair in the male version.

"Eh, Mommy. From earlier?" ask and look up to me.

"New in" I said and put down a cup of strawberry mojito and a box of croffles with a chocolate jam topping and a slice of almonds.

"Much more work? Need help?" ask me to see what tasks the Sky is working on. Mathematicians.

"Well done, Mom. His teacher was clearly at his time. What is this, Mom?" tanyanya opened the package I put on the table.

"Yeay, thanks Mom" she saw the snack I put on her desk.

"Mom took a shower, yeah. Keep helping out at the shop. The study sky is diligent" I said while peeping at the top of his head.

I went into my own room and cleaned myself up. At exactly 19:30 I finished cleaning myself and had changed into casual clothes. Long training pants and a black tee shirt with an emoji wink image on her chest.

"Bune" I took Bune's hand and kissed him. He had just placed three glasses of iced tea on the customer's desk.

I put two boxes of egg martabaks in the long chair behind the entourage. Then start cleaning the empty table that was just left behind.

"Ragil, Dendi, and Bune, Wulan has an egg hammer" I said, bringing a pile of dirty bowls to the kitchen.

"Yes, thank you" said Ragil who was serving a package order.

I helped wash the bowls and others in the kitchen. When I'm done, I help what can be helped in the stall.

At nine o'clock, a little atmosphere of the stall began to be quiet. I took my family to sit at an empty table and enjoy an egg martabak.

"Bune remember our conversation three months ago? About the possibility Wulan will be given the responsibility of building a new factory?" ask me to open the conversation.

Bune just nodded, as did Dendi and Ragil.

"All preparations have been completed. Currently the company's legal team is taking care of the acquisition of land there. Wulan was also appointed as operational manager for the factory in Pasuruan"

"Bune willing to move with Wulan to Pasuruan? Or stay here?" I asked my mother that.

"Bune come, Nduk. Bune can't be away from children and grandchildren. Cost-costs and meatball stalls to be handled equally Dendi and Ragil" replied Bune steady.

"Dendi and Ragil are ready?" I asked my cousin and cousin-in-law.

"Calm up, Ma'am" Dendi replied and a steady nod from Ragil.

Seven years of knowing Dendi led me to believe that Dendi was a trustworthy person. Dendi also taught me how to manage and make simple financial statements. My initial intention was to facilitate stall management and profit sharing. I also did not expect that the boarding houses would also be handed over to Dendi.

"Then on Sunday, let Wulan talk to the sky. It must have been hard for Sky to leave the old school and his friends" I said.

"About three months. Wulan House in Pasuruan has also been vacated and in the renovation stage. The plan needs to be level. The second floor is made of two rooms, the sky can use one of the rooms on the top floor" I explained to Bune.

The three of them were just beards hearing my explanation.

At 22:15 the stall is fully closed. We went back home and went into each other's rooms.

Before entering my own room, I looked at the Sky room. My priest is sound. I kissed his forehead and changed the room lights to become dim. Since having his own room, the sky can indeed be independent. You can sleep without any more sleep.

In the room, I stared at the ivory white ceiling of my room. I'm rethinking my ten-year journey. I honestly didn't expect it to be this far.

My ideals used to develop a business for my mother, whether it was a catering business or something. Then I will also work, saving little by little from my income. And if enough will try to open a cooperative business save and borrow. With flowers and light installments. So that the villagers of Karang Gayam can be free from the grip of the loan shark Darma Wiratmaja.

I never imagined that I could be part of the construction of a large factory that in fact would be a rival to the Wiratmaja family factory. Never imagined I would be able to open a big job for my village.

I dreamt until I finally fell asleep. Nightmares about that fateful night, now only occasionally approaching my sleep.

On Sunday, I took Sky and Bune to dinner at a seafood special restaurant. The sky likes to eat seafood, especially grilled fish and shrimp.

While eating we talked about moving to Pasuruan. It is unexpected that the sky is not too difficult to be persuaded to change schools. The sky says, wherever Mom and Utinya are he will feel at home living anywhere.

Three months later all the transfer preparations are ready. Not much of our luggage, just a few suitcases, Sky books, and BMX bikes beloved Sky. While the furniture in my house there is still complete and well maintained. One month before the move I paid people to furnish and maintain the house to be ready for us to occupy.

By driving my Erupatku car, the three of us split the road from Surabaya to Pasuruan smoothly. 1.5 Hours of travel. At seven o'clock in the morning we left, at 8:30 we arrived.

The person I paid for was waiting at the door when I got to my house. I looked around, a lot had changed. The road all the way to my house is now not only paved, but paved.

The fence of the house that was once a lot of paint peeling has been updated paint, now dark brown. My house is now two floors. I parked the car in the yard, not enough if I want to build a garage.

After being friendly for a moment, Mr. Rojak resigned. The three of us packed our things.

Time has shown at one o'clock in the afternoon. Finally I warmed up the food we brought from Surabaya for lunch.

"Bune abis eat this Wulan want to review the location for a while. Bune wants to come? The heavens?" I ask my mother and my son.

"Bune's at home. Take a break"

"The sky wants to make a difference around here. Okay, Mom?" sky Permission to me.

"Eemm, can. But don't go far, yes" I replied.

At two o'clock I took my car out of the yard, and drove it to the countryside. Sawah is not too much, it has begun to build houses and mini housing.

I shuddered through the path that traumatized me. Along this line I was taken (forced) by Deni cs with his car.

20 Minutes of travel, it appears by me workers who began to deteriorate the land of former rice fields. On the edge has been built a semi-permanent building made of galvalum. I parked my car next to the building.

Tok. I knocked on that cube-shaped building.

A tall, athletic, (enough) handsome man opened the door.

"Please enter" his voice heavy and hoarse. At first I felt like I had heard this voice.

"I am Wulan, in charge of PT. Textile Globalindo" said I introduced myself.

"Aditya Perdana, the architect in charge of this project" he replied and reached out.

I welcome that hand. As he was about to release her, the man held her back.

"Have we met before?" ask the man.

Wulan scrunched his forehead. Between not liking the man's attitude and remembering. Had he met that man before.