The Story of the Children of the Juragan
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"Want to repeat the scene?" salman asked with a mischievous smile at his wife.
"Religious. That's enough." replied Wulan while sitting facing the dresser. Salman helps Wulan dry her hair with a hair dryer.
"Because I'm a good husband. Then I'll give you an extra bonus later tonight." Salman said.
Wulan could only blink her eyes. Luckily she has a husband who never had a boyfriend. His heart and attention to him.
Although sometimes Wulan also has to teach him about love and romance in couples. The two complement each other.
Once tidy, the two went out of the room and down the stairs hand in hand. Looking for the whereabouts of both parents to say goodbye.
"Where are you going?" mama Laura asked as her son and daughter-in-law kissed the back of her hand in reverence.
"Mah's streets. What would you like to buy?"
"As far as you go, Salman."
"Yes, we say yes, ma. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
both went out to the carport. Not to forget Salman opened the door for his wife, and only then did he enter.
His luxury car was speeding towards the Ar-Rahmah store.
Before marriage, Salman was famous for being cold with women who were his interlocutors. But after marriage, he turned chatty, especially to his wife.
Along the way, the two are seen conversing, and occasionally also joking. Eventually the car stopped in front of a crowded store.
"here? What are you shopping for, Mom?" Wulan asked while momentarily observing the back and forth of the people.
"I want to buy Leon some herbal medicine." Wulan looked over and looked at her husband.
"You're so good with him, mom. Even though he used to dislike you, because my heart is adrift with you."
"Then yes, the bad is countered by the bad. There is even not finished dong. The evil must be repaid with good. Gradually the bad will lose.
Like a rock hit by waves in the ocean. One day the stone will certainly be hollow, because it is continuously exposed to water.
And when we do good. Never ask for immediate reply. Because of all the practices in this world, God must have already determined the recompense."
Wulan mustard heard her husband's words. Then she approached her husband and kissed him on the cheek.
"Because I am a good wife, I first kiss your cheek. As a sign of my gratitude to you. Anyway, whatever you do for me, I will definitely reply.
When the sky gives drops of rain water on the ground. Then the ground will sprout buds upon His permission.
When you give me a drop of semen, I will give you a child. Surely upon his permission."
Salman chuckles at his wife's babbling. Then gently rub his head.
"Is that a sign that you're pregnant?"
"Yes not yet. It will be soon." said Wulan with confidence. Because he is also a productive age.
"Shortly or long. Pregnant or not. That's not a yardstick for me to keep loving you."
"Well, that's dong. His romantic words were also issued." Wulan flicked her fingers.
"Astaghfirullah's. You apparently prefer I say romantic, than I rub your head gently ya."
"I like both. Yes, let's get down. His romantic words continued at home again. If it's here, fear melts my heart."
Salman shook his head with a knotty smile. Then immediately went out to open the door of his beloved wife.
"Please go down the princess" he said, letting Wulan down.
"Thank you, prince." replied Wulan who was accompanied by a smile.
"Huh, jeez. It's nice to marry you, baby. May we be like this forever. Pelakor, the player please get away from our household." he added again with excitement.
All eyes looked in amazement at Salman and Wulan, as the two walked into the shop.
The man with a tall body, athletic, white skin, sharp nose, thick eyebrows and looks authoritative, holding a woman who is white, blue eyes, nose pointed, and looks glowing face.
They were all envious of seeing such a mismatched couple. Salman and Wulan responded with nothing but normalcy.
Wulan circulated her gaze sweeping through every corner of the store that was quite spacious. All the needs of Muslim women are neat and look crowded visitors. Makes a beautiful smile curl up on her face.
"You want to buy some clothes?" salman asked when he saw his wife's face.
With an enthusiastic nod Wulan replied to her husband's question. Because his shopaholic soul has thrashed.
Wulan observed a wide array of colorful gamis. Unknowingly, Salman's hand and hand moved to pick up the same shirt. Mustard colored clothes.
"Well, scenes like this are also in romantic movies, mas." said Wulan, Salman again shook his head.
"This kid probably since kindergarten school has been watching adult movies a lot. That's why his brain is completely sliding." Salman murmured softly, but still could be heard by his wife. Wulan also glanced at him.