Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 74 Checkmate

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We looked at each other for a while.

"Nhd, ah!" I immediately averted my eyes, not feeling linger stared so intensely by Mas Adit.

Damned! Adit cursed in his heart.

Where is your guilt towards Anin and Aluna?! It's inappropriate for you to say that to another girl while you have to serve your life sentence for your wrongs to Anin and Aluna!

Adit cursed and reminded himself. I regret the stupidity he just did.

"Mas, try to read the host!" I asked Mas Adit, trying to break the stiffness.

Mas Adit read the paper and looked at me in wonder.

"Is this a company or a charity?"

"Boss I'm good, right? That's why I feel at home working with Mr. Reza" I said proud of my Director.

"If this is true, I'm sure to agree with them. If I did, iyes" always imitated the jury of one of the talent search events.

"Tomorrow to visit Mr. Darma's house, huh?" my door.

"My pleasure" replied Mas Adit.

Saturday arrived.

And all those things I didn't say

Wrecking balls inside my brain

I will scream them loud tonights

Can you hear my voice this time?

This is my fight song

Take back my life song

Prove I'm alright song

My power's turned on

Starting right now I'll be strong

I'll play my fight song

And I don't really care if nobody believes

'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

(Fight Song ~ Rachel Platten)

Yes, this is my fight. This is the height of my struggle. When everyone and circumstances forced me to choose a path that seemed easy, but I chose a steep and winding path.

With only the capital of belief in what I think is right, I proved to myself. I can show those who have done something wrong to me that they have chosen the wrong opponent.

At 09:55 I parked my car in Mr. Darma's yard. There were several motorcycles parked in the yard. I'm sure it's the "jury's" bike that will help make the decision.

Tok Tok's. I knocked on Mr. Darma's door.

A middle-aged woman opened the door. I'm sure she's a domestic assistant, because Mr. Darma has been widower since Deni was a child.

"Please come in, Ma'am. I'm waiting for you" said the mother.

I nodded politely, and Mas Adit followed me.

On the living room sofa, already sat Mr. Darma and Deni, five people who judge, and also someone with brown service clothes. After the introduction, it turned out that the person was the Village Chief.

The news of the work on the project that was demoed on Sunday, it turned out to be heard by the village's devices.

After a brief introduction and explanation, I finally took out a note of the deal I had made.

"This deal I made by really thinking about the welfare of Karang Gayam Village. I was born and raised for 18 years in this village. I understand very well the problems faced by many villagers. After almost 11 years of traveling to Surabaya, I returned to bring benefit to this village"

"Please read and understand. I hope you all can give the best decision" I said while giving three sheets of paper, with the same content on each sheet.

Six people crammed together, 2 people read a piece of paper. While Mr. Darma and Deni wait with a haughty highlight.

Pak Naryo's attitude became wrong after reading the memorandum of agreement. Mr. Naryo handed the paper to Mr. Darma.

I looked at the faces of the two of them, especially Mr. Darma. His face changed color. From pale, then bluish and then turned reddish. If you are not keeping the image, of course I will laugh out loud.

While Deni crumpled the paper in his hand.

"Who am I robbing, sir?" I said plainly, pretending not to understand.

"But the project has to stop!" snapped Mr. Darma. Unable to speak anymore.

"The decision is in the hands of the jury" I said casually.

"Please let the fathers make judgments. Especially Mr. Kades, can you sign this memorandum of agreement. I think your position can represent all the aspirations of the people of Karang Gayam Village" said kalem.

"The offer from Mbak Wulan company, is very, very useful for this village. I personally would be happy to sign this memorandum of agreement" Mr. Kades said excitedly.

"I agree with Mr. Hadi" it turns out that Mr. Kades was named Mr. Hadi.

Three other people also broke. While Mr. Naryo can only be silent. The furious Mr. Darma went straight into his room. While Deni remained sitting with a face of wrath and masygul.

After the deal was signed, Mas Adit and I left.

"So the project can be continued, right, gentlemen?" ask me with the most charming smile.

"Can, Ma'am. Lt could. I assure you, there will be no interference from the citizens after this. Hopefully the construction of the factory can be smooth and the factory can operate immediately" replied Mr. Kades.

"I'm sorry then"

I walked from Mr. Darma's house with a feeling of satisfaction and pride that erupted. So this is what revenge feels like. I'm sure, once the plant is ready to operate, employees at Mr. Darma's factory will flock to move.

Without employees the company can go out of business, because employees are one of the company's assets. The only way for Wiratmaja to retain its employees is to raise wages. One thing that is impossible to do, considering how miserly a Darma Wiratmaja.

All the way back to the project my lips kept stalling a smile.

"I still don't really understand, actually why we had to make a deal at the man's house. And what did that robbery mean?"

"In this village, Mr. Darmalah was previously the most powerful. He was the only big business owner in this village. Other businesses, only in the form of home industry such as tofu-tempe factory, banana chips factory"

"The factory we are building will be a rival factory owned by Mr. Darma. But of course Pak Darma's factory is not a rival for PT. Textile Globalindo" I said with a smile as wide as the Joker in the Batman series.

I also explained about Pak Darma's side business of lending money to villagers with unreasonable interest. Mas Adit was furious after hearing my story.

"This one we're eating, Mas. Same project workers. Celebrating our success to win the hearts of the villagers" I asked Mas Adit.

"Ready, Boss!"

I treat everyone to eat in a restaurant that serves typical Padang cuisine. We chatted. I asked for their cooperation so that the project can run on target and be completed on time.

It was late afternoon when we returned to the project site. I'm saying home.

"We're going to work hard again on Monday. Keep the spirit of your colleagues" I said before leaving.

They answered with passion.

I hum along with the music from my car stereo. When a car overtakes me and stops just five meters in front of me. I automatically braked immediately to avoid a collision.

I looked at the car, someone got off the sports car.

Fucking deni! My meaning.

Deni banged on my car window. If only the streets were not too crowded, I might not be discussing Deni's actions.

Some riders slowed down the pace of their vehicles to see what was going on.

Not wanting to attract too much attention, I finally opened my car door and got down.

"What do you want?!" hardikku rough.

"Basic ******! How dare you, huh?!" Deni grabbed my hand and tried to pull me into his car.

I tried to hold on and flinch.

"Take off or I'll scream!" my threat.

Deni watches around. Many motorists or cars slow down the speed of the vehicle.

"If you don't want to feel the rage of the masses, let go right now!" sergeant's rude. I will never be intimidated again.

Deni finally let go of my hand.

"Wait for my revenge. You'll definitely bend your knees to me! When that day comes, I'll enjoy your body in the most brutal way you've ever imagined!" threatening Deni.

"Please dream!" kataku cynic.

I then left Deni. I was driving my car with a bad feeling. Although I seemed to dare to face Deni, but actually my body was already flooded with sweat. And my heartbeat was pounding as if it wanted to jump out of my chest.

What revenge will Deni take on Wulan?