The Story of the Children of the Juragan
42. Wulan's restlessness
"Wulans? Why don't you answer Mommy's question? Don't you want to grant mommy's request?" mommy looked at Wulan and shook her shoulders slowly.
"Wulan, can't promise mom. Wulan simply follows the flow of life. But no matter what happens, Wulan is always dear and will never be far from mommy and Daddy." Wulan replied with a smile towards her mommy.
In the family mommy and Daddy are always married to people who understand him. And just this time, their son was loving a man who had different beliefs with them. It scared mommy.
"Wulan to the bathroom first is mom." said Wulan, and mommy nodded.
Mommy scanned Wulan's room for a moment before she came out. She was surprised to see her husband standing by the door. His heart immediately beat fast.
"Honey, what_what are you doing here?" ask mommy with a slightly vibrating and hoarse voice.
"So you kept this a secret from me honey?"
"A_i, don't keep anything secret from you honey." mommy tried to smile.
Daddy held both of his wife's shoulders while looking at her sharply.
"You know more about Wulan and you purposely covered everything from me to honey?"
"As much as possible I will advise our daughter first. Don't act rash honey. I don't want our kids to be hard for us to control."
Daddy breathed a rough sigh, then hugged his wife. He loved his wife very much because of her tenderness. Able to muffle emotions that often shackle his heart.
Without the two of them noticing, Wulan who had just walked out of the bathroom, and was about to walk shut the door listened to the conversation of her parents.
There's a pinch of guilt in his heart. Because now both of his parents look tense. Puddles of water also piled up in his eyes.
Is it that hard to unite two different love beliefs?
Why should there be love if it will eventually scratch the wound?
After her parents entered her own room, Wulan closed the door. His body fell to the floor, tears that had been standing in the eye pelupuk, finally spilled.
Not yet had the flower of love bloomed, already withered first. Not yet had his love together, has incised wounds in the hearts of those who love him.
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In another corner of the room, Salman's room. The man threw his body on the bed after coming home from meeting Wulan.
At first, he could not believe that a woman was in love with him. However, seeing the earnestness shown by Wulan, made him believe it.
Even in his heart and mind began to be overshadowed by the figure of Wulan. But seeing the reality, he shook his head.
'No, I can't fall in love with her. We're different. There was a thick, high dividing wall that was impossible to pass through. There are still many Muslim women around me.' Inner Salman is sure.
Tock....Tock....Tok
The sound of knocking on the door blew away Salman's daydream. Rushing he got up from his sleep and walked towards the door. Laura's mother was standing in the doorway smiling.
"Mama, what's wrong?"
"Kok, what's up? Look, what time is it? It's dinner time. It's been waiting for everything."
"But Salman is still full. I ate with a friend."
"Friends? Wh who? Didn't you just say papa you said you wanted to take a car in the workshop?"
"Yes ma, Salman ate with friends. Hunger is hungry."
"Hem, yes already, don't forget to pray the handsome mama's son." mama Laura pinched her puffed nose. Until he grimaced in pain.