The Story of the Children of the Juragan
119. Cold sweat
"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Teresa Wulandari bint Marquez Fernandez with a dowry a set of prayer tools in cash."
"How's witness?"
"Well. Legitimate. Legitimate."
"Alhamdulillah."
"Please the bride kiss the back of her husband's hand. Likewise, the bridegroom can kiss the head of his wife."
The two brides threw smiles at each other. Then do as ordered by the ruler.
The woman kissed the back of her husband's hand. While the man kissed the head of his wife.
"Arghhh.." cried the man.
"Salman, Salman." Mama wiggles her son's body.
"Huh, mama?" Salman rounded his eyes as his mother sat on the edge of his bed.
"Why did you stab your nose with this massage?" Mama holds a massage tool shaped like a cutlery on her son.
"Huh, is that really ma?" Salman still does not believe. He scanned the surroundings and saw if he was in his room, not at the altar.
"Am I dreaming?" muttered.
"What dream?" ask mama curious.
"Eh, no ma." Salman just grimaced.
"It seems like you know who you're dreaming of." - guessed mama with a smile.
"Mama wrong. Salman does not dream of Wulan kok." said Salman.
"Lhoh, mama didn't say it like that." Mama's getting chuckled.
"So you were thinking about Wulan."
"If you like it, just express your wish. According to Mama Wulan a pretty good girl. If you used to mama and papa could not agree because of different beliefs. But now, my mother agrees. A convert is a person who likes to work hard. He was willing to spend a lot of time studying Islam, more than we who embraced this religion from birth." explained Mama with serious mimicry.
'I tried to deny this feeling. And it seems I gave up. Because every time I dream of marrying her.'
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Salman and his family are getting ready for a walk while breathing the morning air in the windmill country. After all, they walked into the elevator.
"Pak Atmaja." as he heard his name mentioned, Atmaja's opa turned left and right looking for the origin of the sound. When they were in the hotel lobby. His smile expanded when he saw someone he had just known.
"Sir Louis" said Atmaja as he embraced the man with white hair and a thick body.
Salman could not hide his increasingly unreasonable feelings. Even his hands were breaking out in cold sweat from seeing the woman who had just appeared in his dream.
Wulan appeared to smile, then kissed the backs of Aunt Laura's and Oma Ani's hands in reverence.
Not only the Atmaja opa who hugged the grandpa Louis. Papa Reyhan and Salman.
"Why is your hand this cold? Are you sick, son?" granda looked at Salman seriously. That made the young man wrong.
"Eh, not grandpa. Maybe it's because the air in this room is too cold" Salman said.
All the mangosteen heard Salman's explanation, except Laura's mother. The woman seemed to smile because she knew her son was lying.
"Oh yeah, why are you in the morning at this hotel?" ask Atmaja opa to grandpa Louis.
"I would like to attend an office event at this hotel with my granddaughter. Because now it's the business, he's in control. I only watch him once in a while."
Salman and his family glanced at Wulan with pride, because at his young age, he had been given such a great trust.
"Does your grandson live here now? Are neither of his parents in Indo?" ask Opa Atmaja again.
"All decisions I leave to my granddaughter. But it looks like it's at home here. Maybe he will stay here forever. Isn't that Wulan?" grandpa looked at the girl.
"Wherever Wulan lives, still feel comfortable and at home. Forever here is okay too. Can always be with grandpa." Wulan smiled at her grand.
Salman looked up at Wulan. He had hoped not to see the girl in front of him again.
But now, when the girl decided to stay in Holland forever, somehow her heart felt heavy.
Salman is not willing to accept Wulan's decision. But to say 'Don't' that tongue feels silly to say.