The Story of the Children of the Juragan
131. Wrong room
"Wulan, from now on I leave you with Salman. I hope he takes good care of you. If he makes you cry, then I'm the first one to beat him up" Leon said, glancing at Salman.
"Leon, I'm a big boy. I will not cry like before. Don't embarrass me."
"Yes, I hope it is true. Can I hug you just once."
Wulan looked at her husband, as if asking for his approval. Even if she knew for sure her husband wouldn't let her. It is not mahram.
"Would you really want your head on a hot iron peg if you dared to touch my wife?"
"Lord. How you talk." snorted Leon annoyed, which made them chuckle together.
Now they are taking pictures together. Leon did not hesitate to embrace Salman's shoulder. They seem to be smiling together.
Leon moved position. Standing beside Wulan. So the girl was flanked by two handsome men of different countries.
Before taking a picture, Salman looked at Wulan and Leon. To make sure that the man who claims to be in love with his wife, does not steal the opportunity.
"You just calm down. I'm not gonna steal the chance. Before you actually poked me with a nail."
Wulan held back a laugh hearing the ravings of the two men beside her.
After several times of force, Leon finally descended from the altar. Passing the road ahead of Fatim. He brings a smile. The girl replied with the same thing while brandishing her two thumbs.
"Darling, what are you doing like that?" both of Fatim's parents turned to his son.
"Eh, it's okay pa, ma. Just this, my nails are long. It needs to be cut." Fatim berkilah while showing the end of his nails are quite long.
Now it was the turn of the Fatim family to take pictures. They climbed the altar and greeted the bride and her parents.
"Congratulations, brother. Finally met his soul mate. I hope I can be a good housekeeper."
"Aamiinu. Thank you for that."
After that brief conversation, Fatim and Salman cupped their hands together in front of their chests and smiled. Fatim stood in front of Wulan.
Like Leon, Fatim also smiled sweetly at Wulan. Although the two had only met for the first time.
"Congratulations, brother. May your household always be sadinah, mawadah and warohmah."
"Aamiinu. Thank ye. Just call me Wulan. Looks like we're the same age."
"Hishihi. Okay, Wulan. You can go to my house if you get bored. My mother with my brother Salman is very close friends."
"In shaa Allah."
Fatim and wulan embrace. Then they do some style when taking pictures.
After coming down from the altar. Fatim accidentally saw Leon, who was smiling at him while giving his thumbs up. The girl replied with a smile.
One by one, the events have been passed. It didn't feel like it was at the end of the show. Everyone stood up, and moved from their seats. Then queue with the two brides.
Although tired of continuing to greet the invited guests numbering in the thousands, the two brides still sing their best smile.
After the show is over. The two brides walked into the house. I don't know if the two are going in different directions.
Salman walked towards the guest room, where his belongings were. While Wulan was of course heading towards her room.
"Hey, why are you walking apart?" said Daddy Marquez who made both look at the same time.
"Isn't that my room, um?" salman asked innocently while pointing at the room before him.
"Now your room has become one with Wulan, and your belongings have been brought up by our assistant. Good thing your dad reminded us again. Otherwise, you may not be through the first night." kink Daddy. Which made Wulan smile with embarrassment.
Maybe his daddy said that in front of his daughter-in-law.
"Huh. Papa says it like that again, om?" Daddy Marquez nodded.
'Too-shame on papa.' Inner Salman.
"Yes, you two go up. Whatever you want to do."
"Daddy." said Wulan and mommy together. Marquez was just grimacing.
"Good, um."
Salman walked up to Wulan, and he revealed the back dress that his wife wore, to make it easier for her to walk up the stairs without fear of falling.
"Thank you." Wulan replied with a warm smile.
Daddy and mommy saw that too with a smile. Both are increasingly convinced that Salman is a good young man and can lead his household well.
Arriving at the room, Salman circulated his sweeping gaze to every corner of the spacious room. The room is designed in European style. But also not spared with the addition of a typical accent of the newlyweds.
"You like the design of the room, don't you?" ask Wulan who turned Salman's eyes.
"Like. It's like living here on the original European continent."
"Thank God, then, mas."
"You-you, call me, mas?" Salman smiled faintly.
"We are now married. Of course I should appreciate you more. Yes, I'll just call you his name."
Salman grimaced, then cupped Wulan's cheek with both hands..
"Thank you for your efforts to appreciate me, dear" Salman said softly. Then kissed Wulan's forehead, which made the girl's face red.