The Story of the Children of the Juragan
37. Suspecting the kidnapper
Wulan's car stopped at a mall. He came down with relaxed steps. Unbeknownst to him, Salman walked behind him from a safe distance.
Like a spy, the man wore sunglasses, a hat and a mask. He stared intently at the Wulan in front of him.
Wulan's legs entered a clothing store. His hands moved agilely sorting out a row of neatly arranged clothes on a shelf. His eyes also looked attentive to every detail of the clothes.
After a few minutes passed, he finally decided to take some long-sleeved shirts and long pants. He went into the booth to try on some of the clothes and pants he had taken earlier.
'Surprisingly, choosing clothes only takes a year. What if her wish to be my maid for life, I grant you? Instead of diminishing, it actually increased the burden of my work.' Inner Salman while shaking his head.
In the room, Wulan tried on the shirt while watching herself through the mirror reflection. A satisfied smile was on his face, when every shirt he tried to fit on his body.
After that, he came out of the room and returned to choosing clothes casually. While Salman who was hiding while continuing to pay attention to the girl, could only shake his head again.
'So you tried the shirt, now you take it again? Everywhere women are always like that. Exactly like mama, who has a collection of clothes up to several cupboards. And that's every month he still buys, says he doesn't have clothes. Astarghfirullah.' Salman massaged his chest.
Wulan returned to the cubicle and tried on some of the clothes she had taken earlier. Once he felt fit, he came out, and walked to the cashier's table to pay the total bill.
A satisfied smile curved across his face, with a hand carrying several paper bags. He also walked to the exit.
And Salman, who was behind him, shook his head with a faint smile, noticing the strange behavior of the girl in front of him in his eyes.
He accidentally hit a child, causing the child to cry. Salman calmed him down immediately.
Meanwhile, Wulan who was walking not too far away, sharpened her hearing, then looked back and saw the sight.
Negative thoughts alighted him when he saw the man wearing the hat, sunglasses and mask crouching in front of the little boy. Hurry up he approached her.
How not, he intended to help the little boy, but instead was accused of being non-existent. He looked up at the face of the person who accused him.
How surprised he was, when the one who accused him was a strange girl who always haunted him.
"Wulan." murmured Salman softly, but could still be heard by the girl.
The paper bag in Wulan's hand immediately fell when he heard his name mentioned. His hands moved quickly to take off the hat and glasses that the mysterious man was wearing in front of him.
"Sir Salman." muttered Wulan as she rounded her eyes and with a gaped mouth.
"Jeez, why does Salman look like this? Wulan thinks you want to kidnap this kid." said Wulan, who made Salman snort.
The man did not touch the girl before him and again tried to calm the crying child.
Suddenly a mother approached them.
"Mama's beautiful son." exclaimed the mother while seizing the little boy in Salman's arms.
"This is mom's son?" salman asked, and the mother nodded. Salman handed the child over to his mother, and at once the crying subsided.
"I'm sorry ma'am, it accidentally hit the mother's child so it made her cry" Salman said again.
"It's okay, son, thank you for helping my son" said the mother, then left Salman and Wulan who were still sculpting.