The Story of the Children of the Juragan
52. At Salman's house
After breakfast, Wulan prepares clothes that will be brought to the Netherlands. He put it in a big suitcase.
His gaze was fixed on a piece of mint-colored clothes that was between his pile of clothes. He grabbed and spread the shirt.
At once he remembered, if it was a shirt belonging to his mother Salman that he had not returned. Salman used to say, if the shirt was for him.
For a moment he thought about returning it or not. But even though the shirt has been given to her, it will only make her always remember about Salman.
Finally, he made a decision to return the shirt. He wanted to forget his first love, in order to make his parents happy.
He put the shirt in a paper bag, and placed it near the plastic containing his loan books.
After all was done, while waiting for the afternoon time to arrive, he grabbed the business book that was in business. He read it carefully. Until I don't feel it when afternoon comes.
Wulan put the book back in its place, then immediately got ready. After an afternoon shower, he dressed up neatly and put on more appropriate clothes.
Light blue long shirt stelan and long jeans. His long hair he tied behind, and his front left a little bangs. He had a small sling on his left shoulder, and his right hand was carrying a book and paper bag.
He walked out of the room and looked for the whereabouts of mommy to say goodbye.
"Mom." said Wulan, so make her mommy who was watering flowers on the side terrace stop her activities and look back. He scrunched his forehead looking at his son who had looked neat and smelled fragrant.
"Where are you going fat ayu?" ask mommy gently.
"Wulan wants to return these books to Salman."
DEG!
Mommy's heart skipped a beat, when Wulan mentioned Salman, the man of her heart.
Mommy also gave a faint smile. He always believed in his son.
"Go away, mommy let me." he said softly.
After the two of them were talking about each other, Wulan walked towards the parked car. His book he put quietly in the seat beside the steering wheel, then he went inside. Before starting the engine of his car, he inhaled a deep breath.
Wulan drove his car to Salman's house. He played his favorite western songs. So that the trip does not feel boring.
His eyes were watching the road. Until he finally arrived. His heart was racing again. He tried to take a deep breath, to be more relaxed.
Wulan got out of the car and spoke to security to convey the intention of his arrival. Shortly after, the housekeeper opened the gate, so that the girl's car could pass.
Wulan pressed the bell with an indecipherable feeling. Shortly after, the door of the house opened. Mama Laura frowned looking at Wulan. Perhaps he was thinking who was standing before him at this moment.
"Good afternoon Aunt. I am Wulan." said Wulan as she extended her hand, and mama Laura returned the helping hand with a smile.
"You're a friend of Salman's, who was here the other day?" my mother assured me that her mind was right.
"Yes Aunt. Sorry Salman is there? Because there's something I want to say."
"He's not home from work yet, maybe in a minute. Then, just go in first." bargained mama Laura with a smile, her hands stretched out next to each other, allowing Wulan to enter.
The girl nodded with a smile and walked in and followed Laura's mother, who let her sit in the living room.
"Tante stay behind first huh."
"Yes Aunty, please." replied Wulan, of course with a smile. After mama Laura left, Wulan sat down with her tense face while watching her surroundings.