The Story of the Children of the Juragan
57. Moldi
The car carrying Leon and Wulan drove at a moderate speed, splitting the capital's streets that were not too crowded with motorists.
In the car, they exchanged stories with happy twists. Moreover, the grandma and grandpa who had not met his beautiful grandson like a full moon, so his mommy insisted on giving the name Wulan. The two always ask what the activities of the girl, so several times in celebration of the holiday, not to the Netherlands.
Wulan gave a small smile in response to those who actively asked. Then tell me what his activities are. Grandma and Grappa are increasingly proud to have a granddaughter like Wulan, not only beautiful but she is also smart.
For the second time, Leon's family stared at Wulan's togetherness with her grandma and grandpa with an expanding smile.
Shortly after, the car entered their home. Then the car stopped right by the side of the road. Wulan, grandma and grandpa immediately got off the car. Leon also helps to bring down Wulan's luggage.
"After you put your suitcase in, I'll take you for a walk. Haven't we not been walking around every corner of this city together for a long time?"
"I'm tired of Leon, we just arrived, right? Surely grandma and grandpa will take me to tell stories all day long. You know their habits, right?"
"Hem, okay. We still have plenty of time here."
Wulan simply nodded with a smile. His playing soul suddenly evaporated. He just wants to work well, that's all.
They wave each other, then the car moves back and enters Leon's courtyard. Their house is next door. The grandma house and the grandpa were painted white, while the Leon family house was painted gray. In terms of building it is almost the same.
After that they entered their respective courts. Wulan circulated her gaze to see the courtyard which was grown with various colorful flowers and looked beautiful.
Grandma and her grandpa loved to grow since childhood. Therefore, their hobby declined to his son-in-law.
"Let's go, baby we're in." Grandma took her by the shoulder Wulan, the girl nodded with a smile.
The three of them walked along the path. And stopped in front of the brown wooden door. Grandpa let his granddaughter in first, after the door he opened.
"Moldi." cried Wulan when a white dog hit him. The girl directly carried him and stroked his soft fur.
"It turns out that you still remember me." - great-granddaughter Wulan with her anxiety, while peeping her pet grandma and her grandpa.
"Tuh, Moldi just so missed you. To the extent that he hit you. Grandma hope, this time you feel at home here Wulan."
"Yes grandma. Wulan must be at home here." replied Wulan, without distracting her even a little from their family's beloved dog.
"Come, let's go to your room Wulan." take your grandpa.
Wulan nodded, then the three of them walked up the stairs to Wulan's room on the top floor.
Wulan again circulated her gaze in her room which was deliberately designed with all pink. Which is his favorite color. Starting from blankets, curtains, and some other accessories.
The design has not changed since he was a child until now. There are only a few items that are not suitable for use, so they need to be replaced with new ones.
"Thank you grandma, grandpa. Have prepared all this for Wulan." said Wulan with a smile, then hugged them.
Huk..huk.
The sound of Moldi's dog when he saw his master hugging each other. The three of them also broke into each other's arms and looked towards Moldi while chuckling.
"It looks like you're mad at us, aren't you hugging?" asked Wulan on the sidelines laughing.