The Story of the Children of the Juragan
208. Returried
Salman and his colleagues returned to their respective rooms. After cleaning up, he intends to sleep. But a bell, surprised him.
He broke his intention earlier. Then walk towards the door, and open it. Salman was shocked when he saw who had pressed the doorbell.
Yeah, she's a strange woman I met this morning. Salman did not expect that the woman would approach him to a real room.
Without saying much, the man immediately took a step back and closed the door. But the girl tried to push the door. Then the action was pushed against each other.
"Hey! What do you want?" salman was finally. Both of them stood in the doorway with a fairly close distance.
"I just want to play in your room. We don't know yet. Therefore, I want us to get acquainted. To be more familiar."
"What kind of woman are you? Already warned not to play in my room, instead desperate. I don't think we should get acquainted either. It's of no use to me." Salman asserted.
He is conscious in his words, containing painful sentences. It was deliberately he did, so that the girl in front of him could be aware, and not act. But in fact, instead of the woman being conscious, she became.
"You don't know who I am yet. That's why you can say that."
Salman does not like to spend his time on things that are not useful, by serving the madness of women in front of him.
Finally, he slammed the door hard, then locked it. This made the girl shocked. Until he rubbed his chest.
"This is typical of loyal men. Not easily conquered by women. I like men like this. If I managed to get her heart, it would also be treated so special." muttered the girl as she folded her hands in front of her chest, and shook her head, then smiled in admiration.
Salman sat on the edge of the bed, hugging a pillow. White water in the nightstand, he sambar, then gulped down to the toilet.
He shook his head inexhaustibly with the behavior of the woman earlier. He felt so sorry for helping her.
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The next day, Salman was tidy. He wore a short-sleeved batik shirt, and was paired with cream-colored trousers.
His bag he sash right on the right shoulder. Don't forget he sprayed Wulan's favorite perfume. Then he took his foot to the door.
He was silent for a moment while holding the door handle. He was afraid that when the door opened, the girl was already standing in front of him.
He also tried to peek from the hole in the door of his room. Even though the girl wasn't there, there was still a slight feeling of anxiety. If the woman were leaning against the wall.
He breathed, as his friend on the phone agreed to his request. Salman had opened his bedroom door.
He again breathed a sigh of relief, while rubbing his chest. Because his bad thoughts didn't happen. While his friend who was in front of his room, looked strangely at Salman.
"What the hell is that? Like again in the pursuit of ghosts alone." chirped his friend half laughed.
"This is more than just a ghost." Salman replied, then told his friend about the incident last night.
"If I were you, I would have taken that girl." said his friend.
"Well, good thing you're not me. It could ruin my next generation later. If his attitude is like yours, mas." replied Salman, who made both of them chuckle.
Salman and his partner entered the meeting room. Looks like no one's coming. He is a very diligent man. Always leave early at any event. To be able to prepare everything to the maximum.
Not long after, one by one his colleagues also began to arrive. After all the participants were complete, the event was immediately started.
Salman led the event that morning. All his colleagues looked well.
Time approached Dhuhur, and the event was stopped for isoma activities. They walked out of the room, into the restaurant. To enjoy lunch together.
Salman enjoyed his lunch by remaining vigilant. Afraid that the woman would come back to him. And finally, what was feared earlier, was not true. He's very relieved.
After finishing lunch, Salman's entourage held Dhuhur prayers together. Salman as his imam.
After the prayer, the group went hand in hand to the meeting room. To continue the show again.
Salman walked slightly behind than his friends. Because he was ready to go to the toilet.
And how surprised he was, when suddenly his hand was choked by someone. As he looked, he rounded his eyes.
The woman he helped first, is now smiling sweetly at him. Salman, meanwhile, shook his hand. The girl's hand was released.
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