Getting Married through Tradition

Oh ... jealousy

When the group was ready to go home, one by one down the steep rocks below it was directly the ravine. The front row formation is the King. After Hana, then Hasan, Cantika and Miki.

The king got down first, then replaced Hana. Because of lack of caution, Hana slipped, almost fell to the side of the abyss if the King did not quickly pull his hand. "Yahoooo!"

Everyone was screaming at that time. Hana succeeded in helping the King with a slight wound on the hand and face of Hana. However, when successfully pulled by the King, the King fell backward and helped pull Hana's body into his arms until without them knowing, their lips touched each other. Hasan who rushed to the bottom saw the incident and he immediately boarded the apoplexy. Hana was pulled violently at that time, then carried her bridal style down Mount Pranji. A heavy load on her back and chest, no important concern, Hana is not with other men.

"San, get me down! I can walk alone, I can't papa!" said Hana who is still in Hasan's arms.

"You wish that was your carry, King?" hasan answered with his sharp eyes.

Hearing the words that were thrown out of Hasan's mouth, Hana did not dare to protest. Although Hasan looked tired with gasps and sweat pouring out of his forehead, he had no intention of taking Hana down from his carrier. Hana could only resign with Hasan's already emotional attitude.

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Hasan squeezed out his own fingers, then got up to pick up the car keys. Hasan starts the car and chases after Hana who has arrived in front.

Tin tin tin tin.

Hana, who was about to board the taxi, abandoned her intentions when Hasan's car stopped just behind her and almost touched her feet.

Hasan opened the car window, "i'm anterine, get in the car now!" hasan said with a face that was still angry.

"Sorry sir, I'm not going up" Hana told the taxi driver. The taxi then drove back. While Hana with her flat facial expression, got into the car.

"A week, we're going to school. If you want to stay at Mamah's house for a week, you can also" said Hasan then drove his car to the highway.

"You want to come too?" hana asked while looking at Hasan.

"No, I'm home!" hasan replied flatly without looking at Hana.

"You're still mad about why you should take me. I can go alone,"

"You mean that you can freely meet the King, later?"

Hana sighed, "god! You're still suudzon to me. Even if I met the King on the street, it wasn't intentional, San! Udo if you still want to make a fuss, I better get down here aja," said Hana with annoyance.

"You hope that the King comes and keeps your boncengin on his motorcycle?" Hasan gets more emotional when Hana tells him to drop her by the side of the road.

"Astaghfirulloh! What the hell are you doing, San? I'm sorry, but you're still mad at me. Don't you want to crush me because you want to meet Mamah, let me be scolded, yes!"

Hasan smiled. "You should know, I'm being rich because I'm jealous, JEALOUS HANA!" Hasan said with an emphasis.

Hana was silent for a moment glancing at Hasan with her dead red face. Hana restrained her smile by flanking her own two lips. "Oh, be jealous! Why not tell me from the beginning. But, I'm glad if you're jealous of me, San. That is, you really love me," said Hana in her heart.