The Story of the Children of the Juragan
159. Women behave when shopping
"Cobain loves his shirt. It would suit you." said Salman so his wife wouldn't look at him that way.
Wulan headed for the dressing room, and queued in minutes.
"Wulan" said someone who had just come out of the dressing room. Wulan looked at the woman wearing the veil in front of her for a moment.
"Aisha." muttered Wulan, and the woman in front of him nodded. The two of them threw smiles at each other and hugged each other tightly.
"How are you?" say both at the same time, making both of them laugh.
"Alhamdulillah, I am good." For the umpteenth time, they say the same.
Wulan paused her intention to try on clothes, and chose to sit near the dressing room booth with Asiyah.
The two talked, because they had not seen each other for a long time. Meet at Wulan's wedding. That's just a few hours. It still feels less. Unlike in college, they meet and tell stories every day.
"Aisha, are you pregnant?" Wulan stroked her best friend's distended stomach.
"Alhamdulillah, yes Wulan. What did you see? I'm playing the drumband?" for the umpteenth time the two chuckled.
"How many months, Ai? How was it during pregnancy?"
"Alhamdulillah, in shaa Allah I will soon give birth."
Aisyah's body is indeed small, so it is not clear if she is pregnant. Plus he used to use a wide gamis. Makes her belly camouflaged.
"Wow. Hope it's easy, Ai. How the hell does it feel? I got impatient, wanted to get pregnant quickly." asked Wulan enthusiastically.
It was seen that Salman's wife was rubbing his stomach, as if his stomach was big. Though still flat.
"Aamiin yes rabbal alamin. Can't be expressed in words, Lan. At first I had to be hospitalized, because I was weak. Had to take a lot of vitamins and drugs to strengthen me and my fetus.
After my stomach started to grow, I got tired more and more. Sleep cannot be good. But, yes this is the jihad of a woman. You will also feel it yourself later." said Aisyah at length. Wulan also looks mangosteen listening.
"If you knew it didn't taste good like this, would you stop having one child, Ai?" kepo Wulan's soul thrashed. While Aisyah chuckled at Wulan acting like a journalist.
"I can't answer that either, Lan. But obviously I like kids. They're funny, adorable..."
"Yes, Ai. Like I am cute and adorable, said Mas Salman." cut Wulan fast, Aisyah snickered towards him.
"Eh, go on, Ai." said Wulan grimacingly, having already cut off her best friend's speech.
Having many children, also becomes a field of reward for us parents. Because we are trained to be able to foster, and direct our children well. In order not to fall into bad deeds and forbidden religion.
When we train them, we are actually also being trained to learn to be patient. Because sometimes the child's attitude does not match what we want."
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Salman waited where he stood for almost thirty minutes. And his wife had not yet revealed her nose.
Since then, he has also chosen several pieces of clothing for his wife and family members.
Worried about his wife's situation, if she was straying, he followed her in the locker room.
How surprised he was when he saw the person who was feared was sitting casually with Aisyah.
"Honey" said Salman as he stood near his wife, and the woman turned to the origin of the voice.
"I'm worried about your situation. That's why I came here. Uh, he's busy talking." Wulan grimaced at the complaints of her husband.
"I'm sorry, mas. We accidentally met, and I think we just had a little chat."
"If you tell your friends again, a day will not be enough, dear." with an angry Salman pinched Wulan's nose. Because the length of his nose exceeds his. His nose is also gone.
"Yes anyway. You know what. Have you ever surveyed?" asked Wulan in her innocent tone.
"My mom is often so concerned" Salman said, leading Wulan to chuckle.
"Salman." Wulan's husband turned to the origin of the voice behind him.
"Hey, Fatih." The two nephews shook hands and hugged each other.
"Why are you all here?"
"I'm looking for my wife, afraid of straying. Turns out you're busy with your wife, Fat." Salman complained to his brother. Fatih laughed too.
"Our fate is the same, bro. My wife was saying she also wanted to try on clothes, yunya..." Fatih shook her head looking at Aisyah. His wife smiled, looking from her narrowed eyes.
The two couples talked for a long time. Because it is not good with the heroes of people who want to try clothes, they immediately complete what is the purpose of coming to the store.
After that, the two couples resumed their conversation at a store near Fatih's uminya store.