The Story of the Children of the Juragan

The Story of the Children of the Juragan
16. A meeting


After spending time eating together, the two went home.


Along the way home, Wulan kept thinking about Salman's words.


'Right now maybe some of us are underestimating the meeting. But you will realize how “worth” a meeting is when you start having trouble meeting.'


'A meeting even if only temporary is the beginning of various possibilities.' Wulan believes in heart.


If in the end the universe does give us a meeting, pray that we do not need to feel the bitterness of separation.


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Salman, meanwhile, was only slightly surprised by the sudden manner of a girl close to him.


He never felt close to such a woman. Only his mother and father had been close to him all this time.


'Why am I suddenly thinking about it? Not in this world of meeting and parting come and go. All to learn. Maybe at this time I have not been able to take the wisdom of meeting with the girl. But one day I will realize it.'


Never regret meeting someone, because of them there is always something we can learn as a life lesson.


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"Sobbly ayu. What the hell is going on with you?" mommy approached Wulan who was sitting pensively on the balcony.


"Hem, there's nothing mommy."


"Oh yeah, why did mommy see you a little differently?" mommy stroked the back of her daughter.


"Wulan only......"


"Thinking of a man?" guess mommy, who made Wulan grimace.


"Where did mommy know?"


"Your mommy used to be the same as yours fat ayu. Daddy was always chasing mommy, so he was willing to move here just to be close to mommy."


Neither of their parents were against their relationship. It is precisely the two parents Daddy Marquez strongly agree with mommy Melati, because she is a sweet and devout village girl.


Wulan smiled at her mommy story. He was touched by every sacrifice his father made.


"Mom, why did Wulan not give the name of the sun? Why Wulan?"


Mommy frowned in wonder at the question of her only child. All this time Wulan looks enjoy when called so.


Although his face is a mixture of Java and the Netherlands, which is where the daddy gene dominates. And certainly more suitable when using the nickname Teresa.


"Your face is as beautiful as the moon, so we give you the name Wulan, which means moon. Mommy also always calls you fat ayu right? Which means beautiful daughter. Daddy's family also prefers to call you with a month of Wulan. Everyone who sees the moon, will surely praise his charm, right? Like you who are always praised by many people, including men."


Wulan nodded in understanding. Mommy's reasons make sense.


"But Wulan doesn't like to be in puja a lot of men's moms. Wulan's beauty is only for future husband Wulan later."


Mommy looked at Wulan in wonder.


"When did Wulan learn such a word?"


Wulan covered her mouth with round eyes. He did not realize that his words were the same as Salman said during his meeting.


"Eh, Wulan misspoke mom. Forgive Wulan ya." said Wulan grimacingly.


As a mother, mommy knows very well if her daughter is exposed to the pink virus. However, who was the man who managed to shake his heart, he did not know yet.


All he knew, seizing the heart of his daughter, was not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Moreover, the man could make Wulan remember his words. That's a sign he's not a man.


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