The Story of the Children of the Juragan
35. Meet Salman
Mommy comes out of Wulan's room with a big question mark covering her headroom. He sat down near the window of his room. Unaware of her husband's presence.
"Darling, you surprised me so much" said mommy, looking up at her husband's face. The man smiled as he hugged his wife's waist.
"I've called you repeatedly. But you just shut up. Scars on your face indicate you're thinking about something." guess Daddy Marquez, which is exactly what it is.
Mommy couldn't say it at the time. Besides the time is not right, because her husband has just come home from work, which will definitely be tired. In addition, he felt that the evidence collected was not enough.
"Maybe it's because I'm sleepy but it's hard to get to sleep." denied mommy with a warm smile.
He stood up and helped Daddy untie his tie.
"Kok tumben really go home fast?"
"Actually I wanted to surprise my beloved wife, but instead I was surprised, seeing my wife sitting pensively hiding her own problems."
Mommy Melati cupped her husband's face, and the two looked at each other.
"I'm not hiding anything from you honey. It's just me....."
Mommy did not continue her words, because confused to answer how. Finally she brought her face closer to her husband, then pressed her lips against his.
Like a tired drug, Daddy Marquez immediately responded to what his wife was doing. So that afternoon was like the sound of cats and dogs clashing in the room.
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While in Wulan's room, the girl squirmed, then rubbed her eyes. His hand reached for the phone he had placed on the table. And with his eyes not yet fully opened, he looked at his phone screen.
Rushing he put his book in the drawer, then locked it. After that he went to the bathroom, to take an afternoon shower.
Minutes passed, he finally came out of the bathroom, and with a towel wrapped around his body, he looked for clothes that were appropriate to wear when he met with Salman later. Back he ransacked the contents of his closet. Until we find what we want.
"Hem, I think I should buy some more clothes. There's no way I'm wearing clothes that show my aura." murmured Wulan.
After a few minutes, he decided to wear a white knee-length midi dress. Although the press body, but there are not many wind holes, like his other clothes.
He immediately put on his clothes, then polished his face that was already beautiful, and his hair was deliberately outlined.
The bag he sashes on his shoulder then walks out of the room looking for his mommy's whereabouts. While passing through his parents' second room he slowed his footsteps, and sharpened his hearing.
'Huh, why is it like the voice of Daddy and mommy? Has Daddy gone home yet? What are they doing inside?' whispered Wulan in the heart. He stopped to open the door to his parents' room, and preferred to go quietly.
He exited the house when the online taxi he ordered stopped at the gate. He got into the taxi thinking about what his parents were doing.
Until finally, he stopped at a workshop that was meant by Salman. After paying the taxi fare, he exited the car with a smile while approaching his heart.
"Hi brother Salman."
Salman who was sitting while playing his phone turned to the source of the voice. He looked at Wulan's slightly changed appearance.
Some of the workshop employees who happened to see Wulan, also stared at the girl to the point of not blinking. Because see the charm of beauty of mixed girls bule Java.
"Close your eyes." Salman told his employees with a sharp eye. Wulan chuckled at that.