The Story of the Children of the Juragan
88. God forgive me
"What do you mean you gave this to me?" Wulan said a little firmly. Because most men will give something special like a ring as a sign of love, and lead to a more serious relationship.
"It's your birthday present baby. Did you forget that today is your birthday?" Leon gave a small chuckle, while Wulan patted his eel while grimacing.
He will always remember his birthday. But after work, he no longer remembered the special day of his life.
"Split your finger. Let me help you put this ring on."
A moment Wulan fell silent again. Still weighing between willing to accept the ring or not. Because the ring is similar to the ring for engagement.
Even if it's just a birthday present. He thinks it's not ordinary.
"Although this is a birthday present, I can't accept it Leon. Just a bouquet of these makes me happy."
Like a withered flower, Leon immediately bowed listlessly to Wulan's rejection. But he again raised his head to look at the girl in front of him to reassure him.
"Wulan, please accept this gift from me. Who would I give it to if you didn't. Pliss is so."
Leon continues to urge Wulan until the girl finally accepts his gift. The young man with a smile sumringah inserted a diamond ring into Wulan's ring finger.
"One step." chirped Leon while watching the ring that was coiled on Wulan's finger. Not small and not big.
"I was just thinking. Uh it turned out to be very fitting. Looks like we're a match." added the man again, but Wulan did not budge.
"You've been here too long, you'd better get going. Your papa's kasian is working on his own Leon."
"Okay, okay. I'll see you tonight." Leon drew his face closer to kiss Wulan. But the girl immediately avoided.
After Leon left, Wulan resumed her work. Until lunch hour finally arrived.
While chewing her food, Wulan opened her social media account. His mouth stopped chewing, when he again heard the preacher's talk about the pillars of Islam.
His heart grew curious, then again shifted the button, looking for a lecture on related matters. This time it was about faith.
Her chest is tight. Because it was so hard on his heart. He leaned back in his seat of greatness while digesting everything.
A few minutes he deliberately kept silent, because his heart had met with Salman, until now in the stage of forgetting him.
Then a lot of events accidentally made him think about the understanding held by Salman.
The high fortress that he deliberately built in maintaining his beliefs and away from the man, was actually getting eroded.
Wulan actually felt herself helplessly weak.
In the afternoon, Wulan was getting ready to go home. Although his mind was branching, he tried to smile when he saw the employee greeting him.
He drives his car at a moderate speed, while playing his favorite songs. But somehow, this time when he heard he became less like.
Many times he changed his channel, until his hands stopped when he heard the sound of nasyid.
His brain told his hands to work to change the channel. But his heart refused.
It was as if something was out of sync in his body. Finally, he listened to the nasyid that felt melodious in his ears.
"God forgive me." he sighed.