The Story of the Children of the Juragan
87. Red box
"Thank you for being a priest to me" said one woman who still wears her face. To the man before him, who had just turned his head towards him.
"Either. I also thank you for being a mum to me."
The woman grabbed the man's hand in front of her, then kissed him in reverence. The man placed his hand on the woman's head and slipped a prayer for her.
A few minutes of silence, until the woman finally raised her head. The two different people of the type exchanged glances, then threw the sweetest smile.
"Don't look at me like that constantly. I can't see your smile. I can't wait to prey on you soon." joked the man, making the woman's face meet red. He immediately stood up and took off his face, to hide his reddened face.
The man took off his scabbard, and immediately approached the woman. He hugged her tightly from behind. As if unwilling to let go.
"Don't hug too tightly. I could be out of breath." the woman's great-granddaughter, while trying to take off the man's hand that was coiled around her stomach with all her might.
And finally he managed to escape. While the man fell backwards until he finally fell.
Glodak.
"Arghhh.... My head, it hurts." cried Salman as he rubbed his head.
Her eyes began to open while scanning every corner of the room. Then he closed his eyes again. As if remembering something.
He opened his eyes again, and his body crept up onto the bed. With his consciousness not yet fully recovered he kept on remembering, until he finally shook his head.
"No! Why do I always dream of that girl? Not at grandfather's house, not here, he always haunts me." murmured Salman again with an annoyed face.
"Do my prayers need me to change? I once asked not to be fooled by him. But the truth is, he haunts me. If I pray that he befouled me, chances are the opposite is true." Salman smiled faintly, as if convinced his plan would work.
Finally he went to the bathroom to get water. He wanted to perform the evening prayer, because the wall clock had shown at 3 am.
And when he finished praying, he completely changed his prayer. He begged her to be with the girl who always haunted him. Wulan.
At 3 am in Indo, the same as 9 am in the Netherlands.
A Wulan is struggling with her work in an air-conditioned room. He looked so serious, that he did not notice Leon secretly entering his room.
"Good morning." greet her with a friendly smile.
Wulan raised her head to look at the owner of the voice. Instead of smiling and answering Leon's greetings, the girl frowned.
"Why don't you work?"
"Who said I didn't work? I'm working on it."
"Obviously you're here. What kind of work are you doing?"
"Em, my job is to melt your heart."
Leon smiled at Wulan. The girl instead flowered her heart, but instead snorted in annoyance.
It feels free to talk to his friend. Because every day he always uttered the phrase seduction coconut island.
"Leon, you're young. You better make the most of your time. Not even kidding like this. Kasian om Marcos no one's helping him in the office."
"Okay, I'm going back to the office. But you have to accept this."
Leon handed her a bouquet of roses and a small red box.
"What's this?" Wulan again frowned staring at the velvet box.
Leon opened the box and showed it to Wulan.