The Story of the Children of the Juragan
195. Bucin
Two months have passed. A pretty fancy wedding party in the title at Fatim's residence.
It was seen from the house of papa Adam in ornamental as attractive as possible. There was a tent in his yard. Chairs that have been arranged neatly, and food that has been served on the table.
Relatives, and associates began to arrive one by one. To attend the happy day of the couple Leon and Fatim.
In a room, both of them were dressed by an MUA. Leon would occasionally steal a glance at his wife. Every day the two meet.
"Mas, can be more focused. His sight should not be shaken. So that her makeup is not straws." said the fairy, warning Leon.
"Okay, brother." replied Leon, but his gaze still led to his wife. Fatim shook his head, seeing her husband's ridiculous behavior.
Shortly after, they finished in makeup. The two sat side by side, with Leon's eyes staring at his wife. While waiting for the call, that led the two to exit the room.
After a few minutes passed, a relative came, and took the two brides to the venue.
Leon helped Fatim who had a little trouble walking, because he used a tight-woven rag.
The guests' eyes were on the two, who were walking towards the temple.
An MC read out the arrangement of the event. One by one, the show began.
During the sungkeman procession, the two also shed tears. Because I feel overwhelmed.
After completion, continued with a photo event with relatives. The family of mama Laura and papa Reyhan, Umi Anisa and abi Bayu, papa Andre and Umi Rosyidah who were present, were also invited to take photos together.
Because they were friends of Tiwi's mother when she was young. The friendship continued until their children were married.
Salman and Wulan were also pictured together. They look compatible with wearing black batik clothes. And Wulan wears a mocca-colored headscarf. The same color as the pants on Salman.
Both congratulate the couple who just officiated their marriage.
After all the relatives and colleagues took pictures, the event resumed.
When the meal arrived, Salman took two portions of food. One for himself and one for Wulan. He didn't want his wife to be too tired.
When Salman returned to his seat, he saw his wife holding a baby owned by Aisyah and Fatih. The one named Jundullah. It means army of God. They used to call him Jundi. The baby boy appeared to be a henchman in Wulan's lap.
"Darling, where are his parents? Why did you pick it up?" Salman sat next to his wife.
"Well, I'll feed you, baby." Salman placed his plate on the table, then brought the spoonful of rice closer to Wulan's mouth.
"Mas, I'm ashamed." Wulan looked left and right.
"Why should I be ashamed? We are not committing sins. Let's open his mouth." Wulan turned back to the left and right. Then take a bribe from her husband.
"Well, that's dong." Salman smiled with satisfaction as the rice made it into his wife's mouth.
While feeding Wulan, Salman invites joking baby Jundi. The baby was only three months old. The three of them were like a harmonious little family.
"Hi, what are you doing?" fatih's voice surprised them.
"Say my wife, your baby wants to be taken home" replied Salman.
"What! Just make it hard." asloh Fatih.
Aisyah pinched slowly at the waist of her husband, who spoke like it was too tight. Especially in crowded places.
"My wife is pregnant. But he can't wait to play with the baby. So I'll borrow your baby for a minute."
"What! So Wulan is pregnant now?" Aisyah who had been silent since then, now commented.
He sat down beside Wulan, and looked at her. The woman who was carrying her child nodded while smiling.
"But why not look?"
"My body is small, so I don't look so tired when I'm pregnant." Wulan explained.
"Alhamdulillah. I'm glad to hear that, Wulan. You get pregnant very quickly. Unlike me, who had to wait almost a year, could only get pregnant."
"Rezeki people are different, Ai. What's important now is that you've got a cute baby like, Jundi." Wulan's gnarled back in the baby's puffed cheeks.
"Darling, let's eat first. Don't pay attention to them." Salman thrust a spoonful of rice into Wulan's mouth again.
"God. You are with your own brother." Fatih hit Salman's arm.
"Hate once, now bucin." slurried Fatih again. They also chuckle together.