The Story of the Children of the Juragan
85. Where the hell is he going?
"Assalamu'alaikum Oma" Salman said, knocking on the door.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." cried Oma Rohmah. He who was busy watching the television broadcast, immediately moved from his seat, opening the door for his grandson.
"It's for Oma."
Salman held up the food plastic in front of the oma, after kissing the back of his hand. The distinctive smell of martabak immediately pierced the sense of smell. So as to make the stomach that was full, back rumbling.
"Must be your father who tells." said Oma as she passed inside, and went with her granddaughter.
"Papa's a pity with oma. I'd do anything to make Oma happy. Well, even if only told to buy martabak anyway." Salman chuckled at the end of his sentence.
"Oma eat first yes, Salman wants to help employees close the counter."
Oma Sekar exhaled, then drew a smile and nodded at his grandson. After that, Salman went back outside to the counter.
When Salman entered the counter, there was someone pushing the door rolling door, someone checked the transaction and someone counted the money.
Salman approached them to help. 10 minutes passed, finally all was done. The employees went home, and Salman went into the house.
After washing his hands, Salman sat down next to his oman while putting two glasses of warm coffee.
"It was your papa, now you" said Oma.
"The fruit fell not far from Oma's tree. Must have been so opa, so much love coffee than Oma. Uh," Salman shut his mouth while grimacing. Oma could only shake her head.
The Oma Rohmah family has been coffee lovers for a long time. And it turns out that it also decreases in Salman. No day without coffee.
The young man sipped a little coffee, then opened the food box.
While eating, the two talked. Although only two, they look fun chatting while plucking one by one martabak. Until 2 pieces are left.
"Of course, is Oma starving? Want to buy another martabak?"
"If you're here, Oma's appetite increases. One month you're here, Oma's gonna get fat." Salman chuckled at the joking omana.
"This is reality, Sal. Try talking to both of your parents. You're allowed to sleep here for a month."
"Of Oma, Salman will follow what Oma said. But if Oma's weight remains unchanged, Oma must follow Salman back to the Atmaja opa house. Okay?"
"The judge's decision is unanimous. Cannot be disturbed. Thank you so much." added again. Making Oma chuckle saw the other side of Salman who he thought was chatty.
"Your wife will surely shake your head at your fuss."
Salman who was drinking immediately choked, until the water in his mouth gushed out. Soon he took the water in the refrigerator, because the drink was gone.
"Why are you choking like that Salman? Did that oma remark offend you? Do you have another candidate?"
Of course the oma's remarks offended Salman. But to nod his head he felt ashamed.
And for some reason his mind was immediately fixed on Wulan. The girl who claims to love herself.
'Where's he going?' salman wondered.
"Thank God that you can move on from Aisyah. Although she's a good girl, but Oma is sure, that your candidate is much better. Because you're good too."
"Aamiin Oma." That's the only word that came out of Salman's mouth as his mind was fixed on Wulan.