The Story of the Children of the Juragan
201. Barmy
"Darling, let's get up." Gently Salman woke Wulan, shaking her body.
"Hem." Wulan wriggled while growling, then returned hugging the bolster.
Salman woke him up again. But it still didn't work. Finally he lay down beside Wulan, looking at her face.
An idea came to his mind. He smiled, playing with the tip of his wife's hair, and used it to tickle her nose.
Wulan felt uncomfortable and itchy, until her hands rubbed her nose. Salman chuckles at that.
The woman next to him began to grow angry with Salman's laughing voice. So that he squinted his eyes, next to the corner of his lips also looks up.
"Come, we're going home, aren't we?"
"Ish, you're so sweet, mas." Wulan hit her original husband.
"Wrong yourself, I woke you up. But you're not waking up. I even smell good."
"Oh, so what do you think I smell like?" Wulan glared, her lips pursed, and she supported her husband. The two look at each other.
"Oh, baby. You don't like that, dong, later I can be khilaf. Keep missing the plane."
"Yes, postponed his return, if you miss the plane. How to bother."
"Seriously so?" Salman pulled his wife's nose while smiling.
The two exchanged mouths for minutes. Until finally, Salman gently flipped his wife's body. Then lift him to the bathroom.
"If ngeyel is like this, the signs are less spoiled. All right, I'll take a shower. In order not to miss the plane." said Salman.
After bathing and grooming his wife, the two immediately went out of the room while dragging a suitcase.
Grandpa and grandma were already waiting for the two in the living room.
"Ah, Grandma thought you guys were going to foil the plan to go home. Because it has not yet gone out of the room, even though time has passed." chanted grandma. Salman and Wulan smiled.
"Just indict, grandma. Salman must fight to wake this one pregnant mother. Because it's so hard to wake up. In fact, it should be herded into the bathroom."
"In sleigh? Why be a goat." Wulan patted her husband's arm.
Grandpa and grandma chuckled at the sight of the two.
"Of course, don't fight. Let's have breakfast first. Grandma did not want to, grandma's great-grandson to the point of starving inside the plane." Grandma pulled Wulan's hand, and took him to the dining room.
After breakfast, the two visit Leon's residence. Both wanted to say goodbye to the family.
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Fatim was sitting in front of the mirror while wearing her hijab. Leon, just had a shower.
After a few minutes had passed, Leon and Fatim were already neat. Both of them enjoyed breakfast.
Mama Margaretha poured a lot of food on her daughter-in-law's plate. Because he doesn't want his granddaughter to get malnourished.
"Ah, it's ma. That's too much, Fatim won't run out."
"This is not much for a pregnant woman's size, dear." Mama Margaretha still continues to pour, various vegetables and side dishes to her daughter-in-law's plate.
Usually, the family chooses a simple breakfast menu. Like bread, oatmeal, fruit and milk. But now they get used to eating various types of vegetables. Following the appetite of his son-in-law. Because the child in the birth of Fatim is the only prospective grandchild in his second family.
Fatim exhaled while reviewing a smile, before devouring the full plate of food that was in front of him.
"Not to be helped, baby. You'd better leave soon." said mama Margaret.
"That's exactly what my mom said, baby. If you help me, mom. Willing later, mama did not mind." said Leon relaxed.
"Sister. It can't be the same with old people. You will be qualified. Apologize first."
Mom and Dad smiled at her daughter-in-law's words. He can be someone who always reminds the behavior of his child who has not been able to behave more mature.
"Yes-yes dear." Leon grimaced towards Fatim.
"Ma, Leon's sorry."
"You are already big, you should be able to behave better and more mature of course" said papa.
Fatim also helped his mother-in-law to wash the dishes first. Leon and Papa head to the porch.
When he opened the door, Leon and his father were shocked. And so do their guests. Until they rub each other's chests.
"I'm sorry, um. I haven't had time to press the bell, the door is open" said Salman, who felt bad.
"It's okay. Oh yeah, let's go in." Marco shifted his body, so that Salman and Wulan could enter.
Soon Fatim and Mama Margaret walked up to those standing in the doorway.
"No need, om. We rush. We came here, just want to say goodbye to the family om only really." refused Salman again.
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