The Story of the Children of the Juragan
116. Ye
Without feeling the time passes so quickly. For almost a month Marquez and his wife lived in the Netherlands. They and their families together studied religion.
And on the morning of Sunday, they went together to the mosque to attend the recitation. Grandpa and Daddy looked handsome in a kemko suit. While Wulan, Mommy and Grandma look elegant wearing a robe and hijab.
At the same time, Leon's family was also preparing to leave for worship. The two families looked at each other and threw smiles before finally getting in the car.
Although they now had different beliefs, there was not the slightest bit of hate. Because it is basically, it is not the foundation they make friends.
But because they both do good to each other, so arise to always return the good with kindness as well.
Although Wulan has repeatedly refused, Leon still hopes to be a girlfriend or even a companion to the girl's life who is increasingly beautiful with a dress and hijab.
Their cars each drove to their respective places of worship.
Wulan again smoothed her appearance when she wanted to get out of the car. Afterwards in a hurry to get out, he opened the car door a little hard. The door hit someone who just got out of the car.
Arghh...
Someone was groaning in pain. Wulan who saw grimacing as if she felt the pain of men in front of her.
"I'm sorry" said Wulan, who made the man look at her.
The two of them close their eyes to each other. The seeds of love that had not been exposed to water for a long time, now seemed to be refreshed when he saw who was in front of him at this time.
"Sir Salman?" murmured Wulan who made the man back astonished.
He tried to remember the beautiful face wearing a wide pasmina in front of him.
"You_you?" that was the only word that could come out of a man's mouth in front of Wulan.
"Don't just you. I have a name." said Wulan sharply.
He was annoyed when he was reunited with his heart, but the man never mentioned his name.
"Wulans? Why is he here?" lirih Salman again.
He saw Wulan walking between parked cars. With a little run he chased her.
"Wait!" salman exclaimed, who made Wulan's heart beat strong, then stopped its pace.
'That's Salman's voice. Didn't really tell me to stop? Kok so deg-degan gini ya.' Inner Wulan while standing sculpting.
"Why are you here? Why do I always meet your shadow everywhere?"
"What! The shadow? I am real, not just a shadow. Just feel it." Wulan pinched Salman's cheek, making the man grimace in pain. Then unconsciously his hand held Wulan's hand.
For the first time Wulan was happy when her hand was touched by Salman. The face that had been smiling suddenly reddened because it could not hide its shock.
While Salman who saw the change in the face of Wulan, and soon realized if he was touching the hand of the strange girl long enough, immediately threw it away.
"Sorry, I accidentally touched you" Salman said in a trembling voice. Makes Wulan smile.
"Touching the old is okay too. As long as we are halal." said Wulan, who made Salman look up at him.
"What!"
"Eh, it's okay. Forget it." wulan smothers his own mouth in shame always chasing men in front of him, who never put his liking to him.
"I'm sorry I didn't want to miss the show. Excuse me to the mosque first." Wulan continued her journey.
And somehow Wulan's words made Salman's heart feel an oddity.
"Why does my heart feel so different? Has he poisoned me with his dreadful words?" salman murmured before stepping his feet towards the mosque.