Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 69 Mt. Bromine

**Citing the words mbak @juskelapa in his Confession of Being Seized (one of the othor's favorite novels) "You are good to others also Ra... The bales are not directly from people who receive kindness from us. Can muter, and we get it from someone else".

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"Yes, Mom?" tanya Wulan stopped her steps.

"Ehhmm, what did you say?" Adit was confused himself. To be honest, there was nothing to talk about with Wulan anymore, aka she ran out of topics. But Adit still wants to linger with Wulan.

A few moments of waiting so as to cause awkward silence. I'm starting to feel bad.

"I'm going in first, Mom. It's getting sleepy too" I lied to Mas Adit.

When I was in the room, I leaned against the door of the room I had closed. I don't know why, I feel so bad.

I immediately broke down, hoping for a quick approach.

I just fell asleep, but my phone alarm went off. At 01.30. Bune also woke up to the sound of an alarm.

After washing my face and changing clothes I immediately packed the items. Goods and cars are still left at the inn, because from the inn we will immediately drive a jeep to Penanjakan 1.

I wore army cargo pants, a turtle neck shirt last night, a black parka jacket, and a pair of sneakers. To sweeten the appearance, a pair of sunglasses perched on top of my head whose hair had been tied to a midget model.

Me and Bune were ready to wait on the terrace, but Mas Adit and Sky did not leave the room.

I can't wait to knock on their bedroom door.

"Come in" came a muffled voice from within.

I opened the door. Mas Adit was wearing a jacket on the sky that sat with his eyes closed. The sky is hard to wake up.

"Still very sleepy he said" said Mas Adit while raising the zipper jacket Sky.

"Sorry, Mom, troublesome. Let me do it" I said, then grabbed a knit hat and put it on the sky. In my heart I was ashamed that there was nothing I could do but put a hat on.

"Kasian, drowsiness very rich. Let me just carry it" said Mas Adit then stood up and prepared to embrace the Sky.

"Don't, Mas. Let Heaven walk alone" I refused, feeling unwell.

"Don't. Cassian. I'm gapapa, kok" replied Mas Adit and directly carrying the Sky.

I helped open the door. When Mas Adit passed me, my eyes were pounded on the outfit worn by Mas Adit. Our pants are similar, army patterned cargo pants.

I grimaced.

Haish, how so feel couple-an gini huh.

After all we were ready to leave the inn, and there was already a jeep with a driver waiting for us in front of the inn.

"May the sunrise, yes Mas. His wife, huh, Mas? Family vacation?" said the jeep driver.

Mas Adit just asserted the man's ngawur guess, beating the sky that was still asleep to me who had entered into the jeep first.

"Hawane adem tenan, yes, Nduk" said Bune while crossing.

"It's still warm, Mom. Sampean here in the dry season. If you do not feel cold, do not try to come here during the rainy season. Iso cetatuken pean (can shiver you)" chirped the driver as he put on his jeep.

(Sampean/pean: you are in a more refined Javanese language)

After a winding journey uphill we finally reached Penanjakan 1. The sky woke up just as the driver parked his jeep. It was still dark when we got off the jeep. At 04:15, and the location is full of visitors.

"Sunday Mas, hence the rame. I'm waiting here" said the driver as he lit a cigarette.

The four of us stood lined up along the guardrail. Waiting for the moment the sun will radiate its rays to warm the world.

From the eastern horizon, the sunlight began to reveal its light timidly. From a height of 2,774 masl we witnessed the immeasurable grace of God. Her beauty cannot be described by words.

After a few minutes, the sun finally rose completely. The view began to look bright. Once again we were fascinated by its beauty. From where we stand, our eyes are spoiled by the sighting of the three mountain peaks of Mount Bromo, Mount Semeru and Mount Batok.

After being satisfied to enjoy the sunrise we finally went to see the crater of Mount Bromo.

The driver who is already good at passing his jeep is winding down the path. After a long while, my eyes finally swept across the vast expanse of desert. Traveling through the desert in a jeep, really feels like a dakkar rally.

"Come, Om!" chirp the sky with passion to the driver.

Mas Adit seems to capture the view of the expanse on the golden sand that dazzles with the camera phone. Me and Bune don't talk too much. We prefer to admire the masterpiece of God in silence and keep it in our memory.

Finally the jeep lowered its speed and stopped. We descended and along the eyes looked at the stretch of sand still visible. There are many other jeeps parked as well. There are also horses with riders who are waiting for tenants to ride horses.

On the edges appear simple buildings that are stalls that sell a variety of food menus typical of mountainous areas. Especially a bowl of hot instant noodles.

Time has shown at eight o'clock, my stomach feels rumbling.

"Mom, hungry" cried the Heavens.

"Sama" I said while grinning.

"Sir, let's come with us for breakfast first" take me to the jeep driver.

"Well, thank you very much. His wife Mas already saucy, good again" selorohnya on Mas Adit.

"Ah, can you" replied Adit while scratching his non-itchy nape. Indeed Adit was proud when the jeep driver considered him the husband of Wulan.

Why misunderstanding continues. The sky always calls 'Om Adit, Om Adit'. Thought anxious.

Although in my heart I protested, but there was a strange gelenyar tickling my stomach. Makes me smile even if I'm misunderstood.

After enjoying a bowl of instant noodles (Mas Adit and a double portion driver) with a topping of cow's eye eggs and a plate of rice, we finally continued the journey by renting three horses. Bune chose not to climb because he was tired enough.

"Wait a minute, Bune. Two hours at most" I told Bune.

"Yes Bune wants to enjoy a cup of hot ginger while looking at the drakor you pointed at yesterday" he replied as he started playing the drama from his phone.

On horseback we took about 30 minutes. From a distance there are hundreds of stairs that rise from the bottom to the top of the crater of Mount Bromo.

As we got off the horse, I voiced my concerns.

"The sky can go up that high?" I asked the Sky while pointing at the 250 steps in front of us.

After observing for a moment, the Sky answered steadily.

"Capable, ma'am" she replied straightforwardly.

Finally the three of us climbed the stairs with the Mas Adit formation in front, the Sky in the middle, and I in the back.

Arriving in the middle of the journey, the sky seemed to start frenzied.

Until finally in three quarters of the journey, the sky was no longer able to climb and asked for rest.

"Stay a little more. It's a sling, isn't it?" tukas Mas Adit while bowing his body. Asking the Sky to go up to his back.

"Don't, Mas. Weight. Later Mas Adit tired" said I with one breath two.

"Just like his mother Sky is also still this strong!" jest.

I rolled my eyes. Could be!

Finally the sky went up to Mas Adit's back. Up above, I was once again fascinated by another masterpiece of God. Only one word could describe the scene before me. Marvelous.

Satisfied to enjoy the scenery and capture it with a mobile camera we finally went down.

Bune was still watching the drakor when we arrived at the stall where we had breakfast. The clock had shown at 10:30, we finally decided to go straight back to the inn.

Arriving at the inn, it's past one noon. We packed up and checked out. Mas Adit refused to give me a longer break at the inn, hearing the news that the workers chose overtime this Sunday. Mas Adit wants to check the progress of work on the ground.

After lunch at a suburban restaurant in Probolinggo, we continued our journey home.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when we entered the city of Pasuruan, it only took 30 minutes to reach the destination.

Mas Adit's phone rang, displaying the name "Pak Adi Mandor" on its screen.

"Lan, please lift. I'm focusing" said Mas Adit.

I am currently sitting next to Mas Adit because the Sky is trying to lie on its northern lap. And just after leaving, the sky was indeed completely asleep.

"Yes, hello, Mr Adi? Sorry, Mas Adit is driving again. So you can't pick up the phone" I explained.

"Who is this? Sister Wulan, huh?" ask Mr. Adi from across the call.

"Yes, sir" I replied. I scrunched my forehead. I could faintly hear the noise of our call.

"Aircraft, mbak, tardy. Please sneak home, Ma'am" replied Pak Adi with a huffed tone.

"What's up, sir?" manyworry.

What is going on at the factory site? Wulan's feelings were really alarmed.