The Story of the Children of the Juragan
70. Veiled woman
"I'm sorry Wulan pa. I only briefly remembered one of my friends who said such a word."
Finally, Wulan acknowledged and told everything to her grandpa. Family is a place to give all the feelings to him.
Grandpa let out a long breath. He understood that if the whole of Wulan, it was looking for his identity.
Although he was a little regretful about what his grandson did, but he could not do much. Can only pray, may you stick to the hereditary teachings of the ancestors.
After Wulan acknowledged everything, grandpa no longer asked much. He wanted his granddaughter to be comfortable next to him.
And after their food ran out, the two returned to the office to finish the pending work.
Inside the room, Wulan refocused her mind on looking at the rows of numbers stamped on several sheets of paper, and matched them with a laptop screen.
Grandpa looked back at his granddaughter who looked serious. He did not want to disturb her, and refocused on his own work.
In the afternoon, around 4 o'clock local time. Grandpa invited Wulan to prepare to go home. While preparing some of the documents in front of him.
The girl nodded obediently, then immediately did the same with her grandpa, clearing out a few sheets that looked scattered across her desk.
Not to forget, he also turned off his laptop screen. After feeling everything was in order and neat, he approached the grandpa who had been waiting for him since.
"Thank you for this precious science grandpa." Wulan kissed her grandpa cheek while smiling sumringah.
"No need to thank me. All things granda do for my son down Wulan."
Along the way home, Wulan again noticed the capital's more jammed streets.
Inadvertently his eyes caught the shadow of someone walking past the pavement. A woman who wears work clothes and wears a headscarf.
Looks graceful in Wulan's eyes. Even the woman's face looks beautiful radiant and looks natural without makeup. If you look at his face, he is a native of the Netherlands.
Wulan continued to watch the woman, until her shadow was no longer visible. After that he threw out his body, leaning on his seat.
'What prompted him to do that? Is her family no one opposed?' batin Wulan is full of question marks. He inhaled deeply, to loosen the tightness in the chest.
"Wulan, what's wrong?" tanya grandpa broke the silence, as well as making the girl look surprised.
"Eh, there's nothing for you." Wulan smiled towards her grandpa. Then distract yourself by talking about something else.
Arriving home, Wulan immediately entered her room. Then go to the bathroom. He wanted to take a shower immediately to remove the sticky feeling in his body.
"This "cold water is really refreshing. It was like when I saw Salman's sister and also the woman." for the umpteenth time, Wulan muttered to mention the person she really wanted to forget.
"Ah, God. Many times this mouth always says its name. Is it that hard to forget the people we love?" wulan's tears involuntarily dripped along with the shower.
After satisfied bathing, then he went out and changed his clothes with a more polite one. Long clothes and pants. Which he had bought and accidentally met the man of his heart.
He sat on the balcony seat and enjoyed the afternoon view from there. He inhaled a deep breath and felt a slight gust of wind move and sweep his face.