The Story of the Children of the Juragan
30. Love is not logical
'Hey Salman, it's Wulan. I had to ask my sister's phone number for one of my best friends. I just wanted to apologize for the unfortunate incident. Because of Wulan's carelessness, brother got angry with my friend.
Yes, the man I was with was a friend of mine. My neighbor in Holland. He is also Daddy's co-worker's son. So our familiarity has been established since we were kids.
So brother should not misinterpret it yes. If you have forgiven Wulan, reply to this message. So that tonight Wulan can sleep well.
Oh yeah, our car is not yet? How much loss?'
Salman smiled in response to a message from Wulan. How not?
Seen once from his message, he was afraid if Salman thought the man was his girlfriend. Because it's so familiar. Wulan and Salman have no special relationship.
But for some reason, in Salman's deepest trough of heart, there was a throbbing speck of pain when he saw and remembered the incident. He himself also did not know what it really was.
Then also ask if the car has been made or not. It was just yesterday morning that their car was in an accident.
Is it true, love makes all things unlogical like that? But love exists and is placed on the logic and the shari'a.
Salman would rather ignore the message. But that doesn't mean he doesn't forgive Wulan. Because honestly, he felt Wulan was innocent. If the girl is guilty, she forgives him first.
If God is forgiving, why can't man? And by forgiving the heart will feel calm.
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As Salman focused on his tasks, his phone suddenly rang. He slipped out of his pants pocket. Forehead frowned when he saw Wulan calling her.
"What else is with him?" muttered.
"If it's important just pick up Sal. Why do we keep seeing it like that?" said papa Reyhan.
"It's true what opa said" he added again because he saw the reaction of Salman's reddened face.
"Opa. Why do you keep flirting with Salman?" he muttered while smiling knots.
Then he turned off his phone. Then put it back in his pants pocket. Not long after, the phone shook again.
He reached out and saw the name of the same caller. And so on until finally, he decided to get out of the room and take the phone call.
"Hallo, what's wrong?"
"Sister, why is the answer always jutek anyway?" sulan Wulan's pissed off across there.
"Jutches? He said you admired me with all the qualities I had that made you fall in love with me. You should also be able to accept my nature that dong."
Salman immediately closed his mouth. I don't know why I can suddenly talk like that.
"Yes, but the jutek is removed. Replaced with a meek nature to me. His days are only meek to his mother."
"The heavens are on the soles of the mother's feet. So I have to glorify it well. That you? We both have nothing to do."
"Maybe my brother didn't fall in love with me. I'm sure in the inner corner of my brother's heart there's little room to save my name."
"Hem, whatever you say. Now you're calling me what's the matter?"
"Yes, I just wanted to make sure my brother wasn't mad at me for last night. The spirit continues to work. To have enough savings to marry me. Wulan dear brother Salman."
Salman rounded his eyes with a mouth agape at Wulan's words. Inexhaustible, why there is a somplak girl who aggressively approached him.