The Story of the Children of the Juragan
89. Meet Natalie
On reaching halfway, Wulan scrunched her forehead staring at the veiled woman walking on the sidewalk.
"That's the woman who used to cross paths with me." he muttered with a faint smile. He stopped his car and called the woman.
"Hi sister." exclaimed Wulan while waving her hand, her head also looked out.
The veiled woman who felt called 'sister' turned to the right and left. His eyes were locked on the figure of the beautiful girl who was in the car.
He frowned while thinking for a moment. The impatient Wulan immediately opened the car door, and walked out to the woman.
"Hey. Did you forget my sister?" wulan said to the woman in front of him.
"Oh, did you accompany my son when I left him in the toilet first?" guess the veiled woman, and Wulan instantly nodded my head with a faint smile.
"God, I never thought I'd see you again sister."
The woman smiled as she spread out her hands. Wulan greeted him with a hug.
The two women were like a pair of friends who had not met for a long time.
"I often see you going down this road. But I do not greet you, because every day I go home with my grandfather. Just this time I brought my own car to the office."
"Oh yeah, where are you going? Let me deliver." bargained Wulan, after the two had broken each other's arms.
"I want to go home."
"All right, let's get in my car. I'll take you home."
"Oh, no need. I'm afraid I'll always trouble you keep sister. Anyway my house is close, soon to." reject the woman.
But Wulan continued to insist on accepting his offer. Eventually, the woman gave up. He got into Wulan's car.
The girl immediately drove her car. And the four-wheeled vehicle made its way to the home address indicated by the woman. To get rid of the fatigue, the two exchanged stories.
"Assalamu'alaikum" Natalie said as she opened the door. He entered the house, followed by Wulan.
It seemed that the girl was circulating her gaze, sweeping through every corner of the house that was not too spacious but felt comfortable.
"Mama" said the little girl as she ran towards Natalie.
"Honey, where's papa?" Natalie holds Anisa.
"Newly in the kitchen cooking Anisa ma's favorite fruit pie." chirped the little girl with her cute accent.
"Say the same papa to make a guest drink ya."
"Good ma." Anisa immediately came down from her mother's arms, then ran small towards the kitchen.
After Natalie lets Wulan sit down, she bows to the kitchen to get a drink for her.
Shortly after, Natalie walked into the living room with a cup of drinks and fruit pie made by her husband.
"Let's taste. Hope you like it." said Natalie. Wulan immediately sipped the drink in his cup.
"What tea is this? Why does it taste different from tea in general?"
Wulan again sipped the tea, though slightly narrowed her eyes.
"This is bidara tea. Don't you like it? I can replace you with a soft drink or something."
"No, I really like it." Wulan drank her tea again as a sign that she really liked it.
"Alhamdulillah." Natalie smiled with relief.