The Story of the Children of the Juragan

83. Code from grandpa

After finishing lunch, Fatim helped clean the dishes and leftovers. Grandpa Somad again waiting for the sale of his little remaining cilok. Salman is waiting for the counter. So that his employees can do prayers and enjoy lunch more calmly.

Not long after the business of helping Oma Rohmah was finished, Fatim approached his grandfather who was sitting reading his book while waiting for a buyer.

"Why do you want to be a doctor?" fatim asked which surprised his grandfather, because the sound of his footsteps was not heard at all.

"Fatim, you surprised grandfather." Grandfather spoke as he rubbed his chest, making the girl slightly chuckle.

"Maybe grandfather was too serious, so didn't hear my footsteps" Fatim said casually.

Just as he was about to sit down, a buyer had already approached his sales cart. Fatim immediately served him.

When he finished, he sat back down.

From the side of the counter door, Fatim could see a slight shadow of Salman moving in the middle of serving buyers. And it was known by Somad's grandfather. He also smiled thinly while shaking his head.

"Be careful, most of the lyrics can make the eyes hurt" he joked to his only grandson.

"Eh, ka_grandpa. Fatim just stretched the muscles just let's not stiff."

The girl moved around some parts of her limbs. To prove he was in sport.

"Yes-yes, grandfather believes in you." said Grandpa Somad with a faint smile.

Not long after, their trading was exhausted. The two immediately got ready to go home.

After washing their hands, the couple said goodbye to Salman.

"Salman, we'll go home first."

He saw Somad and Fatim's grandfather standing in the side doorway. Then he turned to the circular clock on his wrist. Which shows at 2pm.

"Have the cake finished?"

"Alhamdulillah. Then tomorrow grandpa has to do a lot more. To be able to accompany Salman here until the afternoon." joked Salman. Grandpa and Fatim also chuckled.

"Make a little-a little origin can always run out it already makes grandfather relieved son. No need to do much."

"The more grandfathers make a lot, of course, the more income grandfather also. More and more grandfathers can give alms. Aye right?" Salman raised one eyebrow while smiling faintly.

"That's exactly what you said son. You look like your papa. Always put alms first. Especially to others. Grandpa is proud of you Salman. Try grandfather also has a grandson like you." Grandfather chanted at length.

"Duh duh, grandfather don't praise Salman too much. Fatim puckered his lips. It doesn't seem like he'd be willing if Grandpa praised Salman." ledek Salman as he glanced at the girl next to Grandpa Somad.

'And who else is lashing. Salman is absolutely adorable to speak. Uh, why is Grandpa talking like that? Do you really want a grandson? Grandchild of my mother's belly, or grandchild who's already big right away? What in my heart does grandfather wish that I was a match with Salman? Could that be grandpa's code?' inner Fatim while bowing his gaze.

After joking around for a while, Grandpa and Fatim immediately came out. Fatim was riding his grandfather on a motorcycle.

"Fatim." cried Salman from the doorway, which made the girl his heart dag-dig-dug.

"What's wrong?" fatim asked in a hoarse voice, and a thin smile curved across his beautiful face. Somehow just being called his name alone had made his heart so happy.

"You forgot not to wear a helmet" said Salman, pointing to the helmet that was down in the long chair of Fatim's seat while selling.

'uh? I think. mas Salman would like.' Inner Fatim was a little upset. It turns out that what he thinks is not the same as reality. Hurry he comes down and takes his helmet.

"Thank you" he said a little. I didn't even see Salman's face.