The Story of the Children of the Juragan
45. Electric current
"Sir Salman." cried Wulan, his face flushed red in panic at the sight of Salman who had fallen to the floor. He immediately entered, and extended his hand helping Salman to stand up.
"Sister, is Salman okay? Where does it hurt? Does anyone bleed?" scatter Wulan while surrounding Salman's body, to make sure there are no serious injuries. While Salman just rippled his heart to see the attention Wulan showed.
"Sister, is it okay, right? You didn't forget your memory, did you? You remember Wulan, right?" now Wulan looked at Salman seriously.
"A_i'm fine, just a little dizzy because my head hit the wall." Salman replied sounding shaky.
"Ah, thank goodness. Wulan was relieved to hear that." Wulan massaged her chest while breathing a sigh of relief.
"But Wulan was not sure. Usually, brother always acts cold to Wulan, why now it looks trembling? Should I anterin brother to the doctor to check himself? Who knew there was an internal wound that made Salman's brother a little different."
"No, there's no need. I can go by myself. Please go inside then." said Salman still with his voice trembling.
He stepped out and left Wulan staring at him.
"Arghhh..."
Erang Wulan while holding his stomach. Remembering his main purpose of going to the toilet, he immediately closed the door. Without realizing it, Salman turned his head and looked at the closed door.
'How come I'm nervous about talking to him? Usually neither.' Inner Salman. He stopped his steps, then placed his hand on his chest.
'Astaghfirullah, my heart. Why is it beating so fast? Because it fell, or because it was close to him?' salman's mind again, even now his face is pale.
He took a deep breath to neutralize his feelings.
"I can't love him. Remember that! There was a high barrier wall Salman." he murmured to remind himself.
Salman walked over to opa, papa and his work relationship, which happened to be having lunch at the restaurant.
"It's okay pa, Salman just slipped in the bathroom" replied Salman in a whisper.
"What! Prestressed? We need to check on you immediately, Sal. Opa doesn't want anything to happen to you." Atmaja's voice raised when he heard Salman whispering to his papa.
He was very worried if something happened to his favorite grandson.
"In shaa Allah Salman is okay opa. Let's continue eating" Salman assures his opinion. He also felt bad because the view of the work record was on him.
Meanwhile, Wulan, who had returned from the toilet and passed the table where Salman had gathered, listened to all the talk.
His heart was filled with misgivings and guilt. Fear if anything happens to his heart. Moreover, looking at the opa and his papa Salman who was so attentive to the handsome young man.
After Salman and everyone enjoyed eating again, Wulan slowly walked back to her seat.
"Wulan, did you sleep in the toilet? Why so long? Cold hunt for food." chirped Leon, when he saw Wulan approaching him.
"So the toilets were in line, we happened to be here at lunchtime, right?" wulan's lie while stirring his food.
Before he began to bribe, again his gaze was locked on the figure of Salman who was enjoying his lunch while chatting with his coworkers.
Like an electric current that has a high voltage, Salman also accidentally looked at Wulan. The two looked at each other for quite a while.
"Let's eat." Leon nudged Wulan's arm, resuscitating her from that loving gaze.
"Eh, yes Leon." Wulan replied with an awkward smile, then stuffed the rice into her mouth. Leon stared intently at Salman.
'That man must have something to do with Wulan. So make it change.'