WULANS
eps. 13
"who are you ...???" The hero who had just arrived home and went straight to the kitchen to fetch drinking water looked surprised to the point of dropping the briefcase in his hands.
Wulan who was also surprised by what Wira did was too astonished, rubbing both of her eyelids.
"young master why ?" ask Wulan plain.
The hero who was very familiar with the voice, seemed to put on a face of wonder .
"who are you ?" ask the hero again.
"me ?" Wulan pointed to herself in surprise.
"yeah ? who are you ? what are you doing here so early ?" ask the hero again.
Wulan began to understand, maybe her young master was surprised because his usual Wulan did not come this early .
"i Wulan the young master" replied Wulan slightly holding back a smile, he did not expect the young master of Wira to be this shocked.
Wira who is still standing astonished to blink her eyes then rubbing her eyes trying to convince to see who the figure in front of her is now .
in his look of a smile with dimples on both cheeks of the woman, little did he feel sure but somewhat doubtful .
Wulan held both cheeks, do you know her because of the slap marks that may have swelled this morning .
no inner pain Wulan after pressing both cheeks with both palms of his hands.
" are you sure ?" asked Wira again increasingly worried about her own vision.
"sorry sir, does my face look strange?" Wulan was starting to feel uncomfortable.
the familiar voice made Wira feel confident but still very confused.
"not strange but .." the voice of the Hero depends.
"but what young master ???" increasingly Wulan became riled up after seeing the behavior of the Hero who according to him is very strange.
"perfect" said Wira sumringah.
***
in front of Deni's house, Rahma, her mother was busy banging on the door hard and rough .
finding none of her suhutan or response from within made the middle-aged woman inflamed.
"hey, the woman does not know herself, quickly open her door" cried Rahma from the outside without relaxing her strength to hit the door hard.
Rahma deliberately came to her son's house in the morning this blind because it intends to give a lesson for the daughter-in-law who according to her very do not know himself.
as long as possible he knocks her with anger finally Rahma gives up, her hands begin to get tired themselves, but still there is no sayings from inside the house .
with annoyance he pulls his cell phone out of the bag, pressing his son's number .
the third call was the call of Rahma raised by Deni .
sound of hoarse Deni characteristic of people who just woke up.
" yes ma'am, what's wrong ? in the morning I called, hhmmm"
"you again where ha. mother is now in front of your house "
"whyn mom go home this morning ?"
"why is it if you want to come at what time, like mother dong "
"iya-iya is up to mom "
"quickly open the door, why is it that the unconscious woman does not open the door for the mother ?! "
"what ? where are you guys now?!"
"that insolent woman I kicked out with her children !!!!"
rahma gawking "what ?"
"yes "
"really ? " Rahma smiled happily with sparkling eyes
"yes, then no one opens the mother's door"
"good son, that's what you have to do from the past, then where are you now?" then Rahma heard the spoiled whimper of a woman's voice, making her frown "that's who Deni is, don't say you've cheated mom yes so that mom doesn't scold your wife " connect Rahma again with a flash of anger in her eyes .
" no ma'am want Deni same dirty woman holy pretender again, Deni again the same prospective mother-in-law new, dream daughter-in-law mother " Deni sounded proud while pulling Sonia into his arms.
"Sonia ?! are you really den ?! doesn't she have a husband ??? don't tell me you're a player now, are you ?" Rahma looked confused herself.
"no ma'am, it's not noon, we go to my mother's house and explain everything"
"good mother wait for you yes "and then connect the phone is turned off .
many questions in the mind of Rahma when leaving the house of her child.
***
Wira approached Wulan who was still standing in confusion.
narrowed his eyes Wira examined the face and body of Wulan carefully even circled Wulan with a frown that even occasionally shook his head.
Wulan began to feel uneasy "young master, what are you doing?" ask her .
"look at what happened to your body "
Wulan spontaneously came to see parts of his body, how surprised he was, when he saw his fingers that looked very tiny ,and with a very white skin color and long fingers and pliable with a very beautiful nail shape, very perfect.
instantly Wulan touched both of her cheeks with her hands feeling unsure that her hand changed overnight.
The hero then brought her to a large glass in the dining room, where Wulan could see herself completely.
his eyeballs were enlarged, his mouth perfectly rounded "who is he sir ?" her question was puzzled at the Wira who was next to her .
"why did you ask ? "Wira followed along confused himself.
Wulan noticed the reflection of the figure she saw was in front of her, who was in the mirror, if there were no heroes who were next to her ,Wulan would definitely think if it was someone else.
the face in front of her still looks like her face but looks younger , no wrinkles of course what are the flecks due to the use of contraceptive pills that she consumes.
her eyes are more round and have a shady view, then her nose becomes a little pointed, do not forget her lips, become more cute and sensual.
slowly wulan touched his face, looked at his eyes, felt he was dreaming.
then back he stared at his body, repeatedly he took turns to look at his abdomen.
trying to puddle the fat created after she gave birth to two children to this world .
again and again Wulan did not believe what had happened to her .
back Wulan looked towards her hair, immediately she pulled the hair ties she used .
really Wulan could not believe what was happening to her hair, her hair loss that almost made her head bald had been changed with healthy hair, jet black in color, large wavy and very shimmering.
Wulan covered her gaping mouth, repeatedly looking at the Hero and her self who were inside the mirror in front of her.
