Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 63 Prizes

Before Mr. Darma's palm landed on my cheek, a hand held him. I glanced from the tail of my eyes that hand was the hand of Mas Adit. Mas Adit threw Mr. Darma's hand forward so that the old man staggered backwards.

"Woi woi, the gentlemen want to slap people!"

"Aki-aki stinks of brash soil!"

That's the worker's cry seeing Mr. Darma's attitude towards me. Some of them seemed to be pushing forward to gang up on Mr. Darma. But I reached out to the workers.

"Already, Sir. There's no need to deal with this guy like him. Waste of energy" I prevented because I didn't want a commotion.

With the wrath of Mr. Darma pointing at me.

"Basic girl ja lang! Just look at it later. I must have failed your project! Just wait for you!" then it went away after before spitting towards me.

I looked at him with an amused expression. Seeing Mr. Darma like that is really funny in my opinion. He looked like a child whose toys were snatched away, whining and getting angry. There is a feeling of satisfaction in my heart.

This factory isn't standing yet, you're already in the fog like that. What if later your employees flocked to move here? I grunt satisfied.

"I'm sorry for that little distraction. Please continue to enjoy the food. Then you can go back to work" I said then saying goodbye.

While in his car Mr. Darma was screaming in anger.

"Bad, insolent! You fucking girl!!!!" shouted Mr. Darma while hitting the steering wheel of his car.

Rumors of the construction of a new factory in Gayam Coral Village have indeed been heard by Mr. Darma. His colleagues in the City Government gave the grapevine that soon Pak Darma's factory will have a rival.

But he did not expect at all a woman he had once underestimated, would now be a boomerang for him. Moreover, the factory to be built has a size almost three times that of its own factory.

The plant in the field will absorb 1000 more workers, and run the system 24 hours/7 days. Alternate shifting and overtime systems will be applied at the new plant. With a more lucrative salary offer, it is certain that the factory will lose its prestige.

"Deni, where are you?!" asked Mr. Darma after a while ago parked the car in his garage.

"Factory, Pa" Deni replied from across the phone.

"You don't constantly tease the female employees there. Every day there are women who hold you accountable. Their heartache is seeing you changing partners after you're content to fuck those women!" Mr. Deni grumbled because of the attitude of the only boy puppet.

"It's not the dainty Deni. Those who offer themselves. Cats are given fish where anyone refuses anyway, Pa? They are delicious, free. Of the same pel*c*r must be out of money" Deni said laughing and defending himself.

"Go home now!"

Mr. Darma is pacing back and forth waiting for his son's return. The project has to stop. If it can't be stopped, the project must be his!

A while waiting, Deni finally arrived home. Deni remained relaxed looking at the look on his father's cloudy face.

"You woo the Wulan. Get him to bend his knees to you!" mr. Darma's orders to his son.

"Do you know Wulan's back?" asked Deni astonished.

"Yes. Papa saw for himself that he was leading the construction of a new factory project" furious Mr. Darma.

"Wow" Deni honestly gasped.

"Papa knows, Wulan turned out to give birth to the child. It could be Deni's son, Papa's grandson" Deni said with a myriad of devious plans.

"Papa dutiful you take care of Wulan. Papa wants to try to contact friends at the City Government. It can be found the gap. Especially in the issue of licensing" said Mr. Darma while starting to contact his colleagues in the City Government.

After Mr. Darma's departure, I went into the office. In addition to feeling satisfied, a glimmer of fear began to infiltrate. What if they try to hurt me again? What if they also harassed Bune and Sky?

Relax, Wulan, relax. You are no longer the weak woman you used to be. My whisper in my heart.

I sat down, trying to calm myself down. While suggesting that everything will be fine.

"Who is that guy?" mas Adit asked as I served a bowl of cwimie on his desk.

"Thank you first, cake!" grunt me.

"Oh yes, sorry. Thanks for the cwimie" he murmured.

"Take the crazy old man" I replied as I sat at my own desk.

"That doesn't explain my question, miss. I already knew he was a crazy guy. But what does that crazy guy have to do with you? I don't want this project to be constrained because of your problems with that crazy guy" he said, churning cwimie with chopsticks.

The rest of the day I went through quietly. I checked and fixed the budget this month for the plant in Tailand. While Mas Adit took more to the field.

The next day as usual I left for the project after breakfast. This afternoon I was supplying grilled rice. Just for myself. Quite once I shared a meal with Mas Adit, as a greeting. I don't want the man to think anything if I bring him food too often.

While busy checking the financial statements, the sound of knocking on the door was heard by me. I opened it, and it looked like a man with a hoodie jacket and a full-face helmet was carrying a bouquet of flowers.

"With Wulan Febriana Lestari?" ask when I open the door.

"Yes?" I replied with a knitted eyebrow.

"There's a delivery for you. Please sign here" he said while thrusting a bouquet of flowers and a piece of paper clamped on a clipboard folio.

Even with a feeling of wonder I accepted and signed it. After the courier left I brought a bouquet of red and white roses to my desk.

I checked the greeting cards tucked between the order of the flowers. I opened it and read the neat and elegant handwriting.

...Hi, how are you?...

...I miss....

...From someone who has admired you for a long time,...

...Denis Wiratmaja...

I immediately squeezed the greeting card. Take the bouquet and throw it in the trash.

You shameless man! My soul is in my heart.

The following days of the week, deliveries never absent came to the project. Mas Adit looked astonished, but did not want to ask too many questions.

"It hasn't been long here, you've got a secret admirer" so casually every now and then when you see the trash can has been filled by a gift box from Deni.

I didn't touch him, and I'd rather be quiet. I do my job which is always piling up.

At that time Mas Adit was saying goodbye to buying important materials that must be available immediately. It has been almost an hour since the departure of Mas Adit, Pak Adi has twice asked when Mas Adit will return. I can only answer that I don't know when he'll be back.

Chequek.

"Sir Adi of ta..." I looked up from a pile of documents, thinking that the one who came was Mas Adit. But when I saw who was coming, my sentence was cut off.

The smile that had spread instantly disappeared when I knew who was coming.

"Go!" sergeant's rude.

"Hey, hey. Very rude" a cynical grin plastered on Deni's lips.

"Go!" I threw him back out.

"You don't miss me? I miss you so much. Nobody's as smart as you, you know?" deni said not to speak my words.

Slowly Deni walked towards my desk. Lifted the only seat left in this office room, Mas Adit's chair, and placed it next to my chair. I tried to get as far away from him as possible, but was blocked by the wall.

I stared at him, and my eyes began to heat up with anger.

"You're still arrogant. Not one bit to return my deliveries to you" Deni stared fixedly at me.

I can't do anything. My body feels stiff like a board, I can't deliver it. The shadow of that night filled my mind.

"Please don't do that" I said with my eyes closed.

"Hey I haven't done anything" Deni said. But I didn't hear anything Deni said.

"Let go, geez. Forgive me.ampun"

"Say I haven't done anything!" snapped Deni and grabbed my chin. My eyes keep closing. Tears have been shed.

"Your lips are always tempting" a sneer reappeared on Deni's face.

Deni had already brought his lips closer to Wulan's lips. Will Wulan get any more inappropriate treatment from Deni?