The Story of the Children of the Juragan
175. Gifts
"Mas, I'd like to buy you a gift for Aisyah's son. Temenin dong." in a spoiled style Wulan asked her husband who was tidying up.
"May, let's get ready for it." Salman turned to Wulan who was still absorbed. And before long, the woman prancing fun like a child who will be invited to travel.
She immediately took a sweater and put on her instant hijab.
"Come mas. You've been a long time." great-grandson Wulan.
Salman looked up at his wife.
Usually the one who spent a long time preparing was Wulan, and even though Salman never protested. Always waiting patiently for him.
But now he is protested by his wife. He combed his hair while standing in front of a mirror.
"Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes already dong. Not like you. Long time." Wulan nodded confidently.
Salman watched his wife's appearance closely.
His wife wore long-sleeved mustard pajamas, combined with matching color sweaters and an instant headscarf of mocca color. Usually wherever he goes always change his clothes with a wide robe and hijab.
Her legs are usually neatly wrapped using flatshoes wherever she goes. Now using flip-flops.
"Related, darling. Are you ready?" salman asked again to make sure his wife did not get the wrong costume.
"Yes my. Why are you so chatty, dear?" Wulan snorted in annoyance and dropped herself on the bed.
"Eh, I-I was just wondering. Tumben once you're in such a hurry to take me out. Usually the one that reflects you the longest. Here you have not reflected, and also have not changed clothes. It's been tearing me apart since."
"I want to look natural again. Am I wrong? Or maybe you don't like to see my appearance. Surely my natural look looks ugly in your eyes." great-granddaughter Wulan again increasingly irritated with her husband.
While Salman, he was increasingly confused by the attitude of his wife who suddenly changed. He put his hand on Wulan's forehead. Maybe something made him change that way.
"What the hell, mas. I'm not sick. But I'm angry with you." Wulan jerked Salman's hand from his forehead, and his lips pursed further.
"Eh, I think you're sick, it's not. Yeah, let's get going." Salman smiled, then pulled Wulan's hand slowly.
Even though she was still irritated by her husband, she kept moving out of her bed. Then they both came out.
"Mom, Wulan said yes. Want to find a gift for her son Aisyah." said Wulan when kissing the back of her mother's hand. Mommy Melati looked at her son's appearance.
"Now?"
"Are you sure of your appearance? Shouldn't you change your clothes first?"
'No, what I said. Mommy alone was also protesting her appearance." Salman's inner heart.
"Because, mom."
"Hem, yes, I have. It's up to you." doubtfully mommy replied to her son.
Salman and Wulan are now in a shop selling all kinds of baby gear. Without waiting for the door to open, Wulan opened the door herself, and walked casually towards the store.
"Well, why is he suddenly so weird about me. What am I wrong?" salman muttered as he looked at Wulan who had already entered the store. Hurry up he followed.
Wulan was choosing baby shoes that look cute and adorable.
"Darling, you left me." asked Salman when he was next to Wulan.
"You've been a long time." Wulan replied casually, his gaze was also still fixed on a pair of blue shoes in his hand.
"Which good do you think, mas? Blue or red." Wulan took a pair of red shoes, then showed them to Salman.
"It's all good, baby."
"I'm asking for an opinion. Obviously all good. If it's not good, it won't sell."
"Huh." Salman rounded his mouth, he was increasingly astonished by the attitude of his wife who was ketus since this morning.
"Em, I think it's nice that's red dear." Salman replied at last. Wulan was still seriously paying attention to those two shoes.
"Yes, I just choose the blue one." said Wulan while putting the red shoes back, and put the blue shoes into the shopping basket.
"Lhoh, I said it was nice that was red baby. Not blue."
"So I was just asking for your opinion. But it seems like blue is better." said Wulan lightly, then waltzed away towards the baby's sling rack.
"Squeaky. Just asked for my opinion, after I issued an opinion, he did not want to. Thankfully wife. If not, I've stayed him." Salman grumbled.
"That's a nice sling that's light blue darling. Fits like his shoes." before Wulan asked, Salman was ready to give an answer. When Wulan held the two baby sacks in light blue and brown.
"I didn't ask. I think it's nice to have brown." Wulan put the sling into the shopping basket, then walked back to the clothes rack.
"Why am I wrong again?" salman murmured while shaking his head.