Getting Married through Tradition

Whose car?

Hasan glanced at Hana who was now circulating her gaze out the window.

"Why are you silent now? Are you happy that I am always angry with you. Why can't you say. Yawl!" hasan is still angry.

Hana sighed again, she glanced at Hasan who was still mumbling and focused on the road. Hana smiled then gently kissed Hasan's cheek. Hasan who was mengedumel instantly stopped when he felt Hana's soft lips touch his cheek. His eyes were round, his heart was pounding, his body was hot.

"sorry. I was wrong. I'm not angry anymore, right?" hana asked smilingly as she looked at Hasan with her red cheeks. Hasan let out a long sigh not daring to look at Hana. This is the first time Hana kissed her cheek.

"Geez, why does he have to call me! I should've known him. My body is shaking. Don't let me get caught groggy, "inner Hasan.

"I often hear from the mouth of someone who claims to be my husband. Every time I'm naughty, he'll kiss me, or I'll kiss him. But, after I did it it seemed that he was still angry. In fact until now he is still silent," muttered Hana with a deliberately hardened tone.

Hasan then looked at Hana who was smiling at him. Hasan, who was unable to stem his joy at being kissed by Hana, finally smiled and laughed. Hasan stroked the top of Hana's head lovingly using his left hand.

Hana was happy because she could see Hasan's smile back. "So you're sorry about me?" hana asked, still looking at Hasan.

"Em, not yet completely. Unless you repeat that scene. But later after home," said Hasan while playing both eyebrows.

"Basic bawdy!" hana said with a smile.

Hasan chuckled and switched to rubbing Hana's soft cheeks.

After a few minutes, their car came into the courtyard of Mamah Darma when the gate of his house was open.

"Whose car, Han? I don't think I have Papah" Hasan said, unbending his seatbelt.

"No idea. Guest car time," replied Hana then get out of the car.

Hasan and Hana walked together into the house of Mamah Darma whose door was wide open. "Assalamu'alaikum" Hana greeted Hasan.

Ms. Darma who was chatting with Bagaskara then stood up to welcome the arrival of her two children.

"At least there's a guest, Mah?" ask Hasan.

"Yes, don't call me Mom, yeah. Aunty aja!" whispered Bu Darma encoding Hasan while glancing at the smiling Bagaskara towards them.

Hasan understood and nodded his head.

"Lita, I'm not familiar with your child anyway," said Bagaskara still sitting on the sofa.

Lita smiled at a glance then led Hana's hand towards the living room. Hasan was behind.

"Yes, this is Cherry. My kid. And he ...." Ms. Darma glanced at Hasan, "she's Leo, my son's girlfriend, Gas!" ma'am Darma to Bagaskara.

"It's so pretty for your son. But, honey, I already have a boyfriend. Emm, I don't think papa is just dating. We try to make a match between Cherries and my children, who knows they fit," Bagaskara explained with a smile.

Hearing Bagaskara's words, the three of them jumped in shock. Moreover, Hasan and Hana, who did not understand at all the beginning of their conversation.

"You can't just say anything, Gas! How could I possibly match my son with your son. I have blessed their relationship. And I hope their relationship gets to the marriage stage" said Bu Darma, squeezing Hana and Hasan's hands from different sides.

"Related to not? Your company will grow even more if we have a special relationship, Lita!" Bagaskara.

"Atante Darma Company, until now has also been more advanced. From before knowing you, the company run by Aunty has been running well. So, there is no need for a special bond like you said," Hasan continued smiling and folding both hands in front of the chest.

Bagaskara glanced at Hasan while smiling. "really? What if the company suddenly collapses?"

"It won't happen unless there is a hand that deliberately sets it," Hasan replied calmly.

"Waw, amazing. I like this kid. What's your name, Leo .. Where are you at school?" bagaskara asked with a sharp look in her eyes.