The Story of the Children of the Juragan
118. Are my eyes flickering?
One by one the worshippers began to leave the mosque room. The Wulan family and Salman's family.
The two families walked to a parked car. As she was about to enter the car, mama Laura glanced at the group beside her.
"I'm sorry, did you ask?" mama Laura asked the girl next to her. They looked at each other and the girl gave a thin smile.
"Yes Aunty." The girl's reply was brief.
Mama Laura looked like she remembered something while looking at the girl in front of her.
"Oh yeah, aren't you Salman's friend who borrowed the book?"
"Yes Aunt. Aunty turned out to have a good memory." praise Wulan sincerely.
While his family members were still standing while watching the scene in front of him. Moreover, Salman, the young man looked at Wulan until he did not blink.
"You're getting pretty wearing a hijab like this, Wulan. It was your name Wulan."
"Thank you Auntie."
"Salman why don't you say hello to your friend? It was my mother who spoke a lot." Mama nudged Salman's arm, causing the young man to misbehave and scratch his non-itchy head.
"Salman greeted him earlier ma." said the young man.
"What, have you met?" Mama Laura looked at Salman and Wulan alternately.
"I'm exactly the aunt who greeted Brother Salman first. Because I was getting prettier with a new look, so Salman almost forgot to recognize me." said Wulan at length who made Salman anxious, but, and wanted to pull Wulan's thin lips so as not to be able to complain to others.
All chuckled together hearing the babbling of a beautiful girl like Wulan. Eventually, the two families met each other.
As a sign of the introduction of grandpa invited them to enjoy lunch together in a restaurant not far from the mosque. And the opa Atmaja agreed to the proposal. Finally they walked together.
Salman went hand-in-hand with Oma Rohmah, for all had gone in pairs.
After traveling 5 minutes, they finally arrived at a luxury European-style restaurant.
They deliberately took a seat on the outside bench. Dam shortly afterwards a waiter came with a menu book.
As a native, grandpa recommended some halal and good food at the restaurant. Salman's family is happy to accept the recommendation.
Salman only became a good listener when he saw his family members exchanging stories with enthusiasm for his interlocutors.
He only occasionally said, even when he was asked. He secretly stole a glance when Wulan was talking to Oma Rohmah.
'O Allah, I did not expect to see him again. I haven't seen him in almost half a year.
And for that long, I wish I could forget it. But precisely this strange rumble in the heart is increasingly snapping strongly.
Especially when he saw it in a dress, and declared himself a convert.
Is this my sign....
Ah, no, there's no way I like him?
But God, the more I resisted that feeling. The more I think about it.
But how could I possibly love him? Every time he meets, he's always jutek to me.'
"Salman."
Oma Ani called Salman over and over again, but the young man remained silent. Oma nudged his arm, which surprised Salman.
"Eh, Oma." cried Salman while rubbing his chest, to invite the attention of his family.
"Hem, you must be dreamy. To the extent that Oma repeatedly called you, you remained silent." murmured Oma Ani because she was upset with her granddaughter.
"This is the food and drink please slide."
After a bit of calm, the young man shifted his food. Wulan smiled slightly when she saw Salman's behavior was quite abstinent.
Inadvertently Salman also turned to Wulan, so the two looked at each other. Then Salman unconsciously smiled at Wulan. Which made the girl surprised half dead, until her cheeks reddened.
'Lord, are my eyes twinkling? Why is Salman smiling at me? Is he in love with me?' batin Wulan with jumawa. Then she returned Salman's smile even more sweetly.
"Why are you both smiling? Your stomach will not fill with a smile. Let's eat quickly." said mama Laura who is what it is, so that makes the two people look wrong behavior.