The Story of the Children of the Juragan
128. Heartbreaker
After the process of ijab qobul is completed, Wulan accompanied by family members walking to the board table. It was there that Salman looked at him in amazement. So that made Wulan smile and lower her gaze.
After arriving nearby, Salman invited Wulan to sit down. Both signed some important papers.
Then the ruler allowed Wulan to kiss the back of Salman's hand. And Salman is welcome to kiss the head of Wulan.
The two are now facing each other, with feelings that are difficult to interpret.
Next the newlywed couple did what was recommended by the penghulu. Both do it lovingly. Even though it was the first time they did it.
A standing ovation dawned on the two, that they had been doing so for too long. It made them both smile awkwardly.
However, not everyone who attended the event was happy and happy to see their second marriage.
In the front row of guest chairs, Fatim tried to strengthen his heart. Seeing the people he adored and longed to have found his life partner.
Even Fatim never thought if Salman could match with people who have mixed blood abroad.
He thought Salman would like a girl like her who closed the law, had been in a long relationship with him, even though it was just a friend, because it happened that his mother was also friends.
Destiny is indeed a divine mystery, which anyone will never know, on whom he will mate.
He who is not strong, finally prefers to leave when the party is going on.
"Mom, ma. Fatim let me go back first."
"Yes, don't take long, son. We've never been here before. You're afraid you're going to get lost."
"Papa. Fatim is big. If you just surround this house where it might be rough." Fatim tried to smile in front of his parents. Then walk away from the event venue.
He walked with his head down, trying to hide his sadness from the passers-by of the people present at the party.
His feet kept going without knowing the direction. And he hasn't realized that yet. Because all he has in mind right now is Salman. Without feeling her tears kept dripping.
Bruck...
There was a sound of impact that was quite loud, so that made his cry stop for a moment, changing into a groaning sound in pain.
"Well, who are you?" said the male Caucasian while pointing at Fatim's face. He sits in front of her.
"I-I'm Fatim. Forgive me for bumping into you." said Fatim a little scared, when he first saw the Caucasian in a very close distance. And that person is none other than Leon.
"Oh, I think ghosts." Leon chuckled a little, using an international language dialogue.
Everyone praised her for being beautiful and kind. But the man in front of him said he was a ghost.
"There is no glass in your house? Come on, let's go find the glass. So you don't have much confidence in being a ghost. Uh, so people mean."
One hand of Leon smothered his mouth, and the other drew Fatim's hand. He walked in search of a mirror. Fatim continued to rebel, but his strength was outdone by the strange bule.
"Let go of my hand" he tweeted. But Leon ignored him.
"Geez, look at your face."
Leon stood behind Fatim, holding the girl's shoulder in front of him, and then showing her face through the reflection of a mirror.
Fatim rounded his eyes to see his makeup fade from crying. His linear eye reached the cheeks. Makes it look like a ghost. It was only fitting that Leon who was nearby chuckled and said it like that.
"I'm not lying, am I?" leon said again on the sidelines of his laughter. And Fatim nodded.
"You wear waterproof makeup, like my mom. Guaranteed a day of heat, blazing rain, storms, will not fade tuh make up."
This time Fatim laughed. Looking at the silly man in front of her. It seems to know the world of women. Especially about the science of self-adornment. She alone as a woman can only use the powder sprinkles, thin-thin.
"Why are you laughing? Can't believe?" Leon felt humiliated to see Fatim laughing at him.
"Come, let's prove it. If I also cover you." Again Leon took Fatim's hand, headed to the makeup place.
Leon asked the MUA for permission to use his makeup. After that, he sat Fatim.
"Remember! Don't move yeah. If you don't want your face to be more ambiguous." asserted Leon, then open the hijab hook in Fatim wear.
"You're nothing at all. They threaten me all. Don't open my headscarf, later my beautiful hair looks just like you."
"Haha. I just want to prove my ability. You won't fall in love because you saw your hair. Stop, don't talk much."
"Basic bule crazy"
"I've been crazy since Wulan decided to marry that man. It should be me sitting next to her to be the newlywed."
"Oh, you're heartbroken, aren't you? It should be weird like this." Fatim stared at Leon. Leon looked back at him.
"And you also became strange after being heartbroken with the groom, right?"
At once Fatim recalled Salman, but refused to tell Leon honestly. Because it was embarrassing for him. Heartbreak before love is expressed.