The Story of the Children of the Juragan
248. Calling for children and grandchildren
Now Salman and his extended family are preparing to attend the aqiqah event of Fatim's daughter.
"Here, let me help you." Salman's hand stretched out to help Wulan put on her headscarf.
The man was soft-hearted. He helps his wife in all things. Not wanting to leave his wife in trouble.
Again Wulan felt very grateful to be destined to be the soul mate of a handsome man before her.
"Well, it's getting pretty." Salman looked over while cupping his wife's cheek. Then point it at the mirror.
"Thank you, mas. Already helped. You're also very handsome." Wulan looked at her husband with a smile.
Wulan wore a white robe and hijab. Salman wore a white chemo and cream pants. Even their little daughter who was only a month old also wore the same colored clothes.
"Nothing left, is it?" Salman made sure, while draping his waist bag.
"I don't think so." Wulan frowned at the corner of her room.
"Yes, let's go." Salman pushed the baby stroller. Both of them went out of the room.
Up near the stairs, Salman held the baby Maryam.
"Let me carry it." Wulan's hand outstretched wanting to grab her baby.
"When you get to the bottom. I'm afraid nothing happened to your stitches."
Wulan commented on the smile, because her husband was very attentive to her.
"Hey, mas. How many times have I told you, I'm not stitched up." Wulan reminded her husband.
"Ah, I can't believe it. The time of the child is not stitched."
"You want proof?" Salman looked at Wulan.
"really? What night we'll be..." Salman did not continue his words, but instead put on a smile while raising one eyebrow.
"But if that one don't dong first. We haven't consulted his doctor."
"Well." yeah." Salman breathed a rough breath. Look listless.
Wulan chuckled at seeing her husband like that. Then pull his nose.
"Hey, wasn't yesterday said it's okay, if we can't hohohehe after giving birth?"
"Yes anyway. But since you said that, I'm thinking. That's why if you're not ready, don't be like a fish hook." Salman pretended to be angry by pursing his lips.
"Yes-yes, sorry. Later when it's time, I'll come to you."
Wulan hugged her husband from behind. Flowers are also hearts of Salman got treatment from his wife like that.
Wulan and Salman were immediately shocked, until the woman broke her embrace. Because he heard the voice of his father-in-law. And he was standing under the stairs.
"Astaghfirullah, papa." Wulan muttered while covering her mouth.
She was so ashamed that her father-in-law saw what she was doing. Salman smiled as he smiled. Showing a row of white and neat teeth.
"Sorry, pa. Wulan was just afraid to come down, so I told me to hold on. Let it not fall. Isn't that right, baby? Yuk down. Don't forget the handle."
Salman blinked one eye at Wulan. With doubt the young mother obeyed his orders.
While papa Reyhan who was under the head bobble. It felt like he was nostalgic when he was young. Where she and Laura's mom always behave strangely. Because it's too bucinnya. And now it's down to the son and daughter-in-law.
"Come, pa. We're leaving now. Why dream?" Said Salman, as he was near his father.
"Eh, who's daydreaming? Papa is waiting for you." Papa Reyhan did not want to lose, then walked ahead of his son.
Seen in the living room, mama Laura, opa Atmaja and Oma Ani were already waiting for the two.
"Mom guess you guys didn't come. Time to wait for you guys, you can use it to sleep." Babe mama Laura while shaking her head.
Wulan was not angry to hear her mother-in-law say that. Because they also often joke.
They also moved from their seats, then walked out to the car that had been prepared in front of the terrace.
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Night traffic is different during the day or early morning. Because the streets were quieter, not less than an hour, Salman's family entourage had arrived at the residence of Adam's father.
"Baby Maryam."
Salman who was pushing his baby stroller looked back. Followed by his family members.
"Mommy." Wulan exclaimed, seeing who called her baby was the woman who gave birth to her.
Mommy, and the rest of her family, speed her way up even more.
They shake hands and embrace each other. Then with an anxious mommy rained down on his grandson with a burst of kisses.
"Mom, it's Daddy's turn." The protest of Daddy Marquez.
"Ish, honey you can't wait." Mommy pursed her lips.
"When are you going home to Daddy?"
They chuckled at Daddy's question. But yesterday Salman and Wulan just say goodbye to papa Reyhan's house.
"Ah, you look like amnesia, Marq. They just came from your house yesterday. Let it be in my house. We still miss baby Mary." Reply papa Reyhan, while smiling smirk.