Getting Married through Tradition
Jealous
Along the way home, Lita was more silent than talking. Darmawan stopped in front of Hasan housing complex. He saw Hasan standing next to his motorcycle.
Darmawan then pulled over his car and opened the glass, when Hana was out.
"Same Dad didn't stop by. It's malem." Said Darmawan to his daughter.
"Yes Pah. Thanks for nganterin Hana. Was, Hasan wanted to pick me up, but Hana refused to continue." Hasan replied with a smile.
"Yes already that, we go home first well," said Darmawan then continue his journey again.
Hana smiled looking at Hasan who was now watching her from top to bottom. "Why do I think so? Is there something wrong with my appearance?" ask Hana.
"Yes, you're getting pretty. You should wear a dress at home just like me."
"At home to use anything okay. But, if you go to the show wearing t-shirts and shorts is not ethical, San." Hana replied while pinching Hasan's cheek.
"Yes, but I don't like it when you're beautiful to other people. Whose friend is Papah's friend?" ask Hasan.
"Do you want to talk here? Sure enough? Should we talk at home? I just stopped by to buy a martabak," said Hana while showing the box she was carrying.
Hasan smiled then hinted Hana to ride in the motorcycle seat. The two of them then went home and continued the delayed chat while enjoying the martabak.
"So, who's Papah's friend eating dinner?" ask Hasan again.
"Pak Bagas's. The person we met when we went to Mamah's house" replied Hana.
"Oh, that guy .. So, he's sticking with his plan to betroth you to his son?" asked Hasan then with an expression of dislike.
"Not that, San. They asked me to help their son. I thought, you'd be surprised to find out who their son is,"
"What exactly?" hasan asked while looking at Hana sharply.
"Samuel," Hana replied with a sigh at the end of her sentence.
"Whataaa! Samuel?" asked Hasan in surprise.
"Yes, I also did not expect that Mr. Bagas' son was, Samuel. But, I think Samuel's parents were good people, San. Especially Ms. Ratna, Mamah Samuel. She's kind of like me, too,"
Hasan noticed Hana's facial expression. "Do you like them loving you?"
"Like it, San. Get attention from others, it means we have ...."
"Are you lacking the attention and affection of me, Mamah, and also Papah? So you can talk like that?" asked Hasan not pleased.
"I-I don't mean that, San!" Hana sighed and then stomped her now throbbing head. "Oh, he's mad like this. What if I found out I received an offer from Samuel's parents? Should I be honest or silent?" inner Hana.
"You want to get on with work again?" tanya Hana switched the conversation.
"Submit tomorrow. It could be messy if I continue working now. You better rest now. Tomorrow we have to go to school" Hasan said, rising from his chair.
"Hey, wait!" Hannah pulled Hasan's hand. "Are you angry with me?" ask Hana.
Hana knows that Hasan is actually angry. But he also can't do much. Hasan just broke his body. He wanted to continue his work with a few more finishes. But, a small debate made her mood just disappear.
"There must have been some meaning to the old man. I have to ask Mamah. Moreover, his son was Samuel. Is it true that Samuel was really amnesiac?" hasan muttered while staring at the ceiling.
Hasan then contacted Cantika to ask for the King's number.
"Hay, haven't slept? Sorry to interrupt ... I'd like to ask for the King's number. You have it, right? What ...really? okay, thanks Cantika. You're really my friend, okay, good night." Hasan disconnected the phone.
"Hana, you're doing it again. Since when did you come into contact with the King. Since when do you like to communicate with him."
Hasan looked furious then squeezed his hape firmly. He got out of bed and opened the door. Unexpectedly, Hana was standing at the door of her room. From the accent he showed, it seemed like Hana wanted to knock on Hasan's bedroom door.
"Hasan" said Hana.
Unceasingly stale, Hasan immediately pulled Hana's hand to enter her room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Hana was quite shocked by Hasan's attitude which suddenly pulled her strongly.
Hasan tried to regulate his emotions. He doesn't want to be angry anymore. If her anger makes Hana even bolder, she will choose to behave as usual. Perhaps true, Hana also wants freedom like a student in general without being bound by anything.
"What's up, San? You're really mad at me?" hana asked nervously.
"No, I just wanted to ask. Do you have the King's number? Since when did you save her number?" asked Hasan while smiling.
Hana prefers Hasan to be angry rather than talk softly with a terrible smile.
"Where do you know about that?" hana asked nervously.
"Oh, so it's true. You diem-diem likes to chat with him? Where's your hape!" ask Hasan. This time, he could not speak sweetly anymore.
"No, San. If there's anything important I'll chat with him," replied Hana nervously.
"What's important? Is he more important than me, your husband? You never chatted me. You're chatan with him, too,"
"We're going to live in one house, San. Why do we chat. If there's anything to stay by the way" replied Hana.
"You are," Hasan pushed Hana's body into the bed. He just crushed her, then****** her lips harshly.
"Hasan I .. em, um, San!" Hana tries to talk on the sidelines of Hasan's rampage.
Having satisfied *******Hana's lips. Hasan laid down his body next to Hana. His breath looks dull.
Hana's heart is pounding. She took a deep breath after being suffocated by her own husband.
"San, I, I'm sorry. I'm not being honest about the King's number. I'm afraid if you're angry. Although in the end, you will be angry too," Hana glanced at Hasan.
Hasan closed his eyes. "Are you really in love with me? Or the King? Or ...."
Hana tilted her body and pulled Hasan's face to see her. "I love you. There is no other man in my heart. There's only you. Yes I was wrong. And you also have punished me. You should not be angry about this anymore" said Hana.
Hasan then smiled and pulled Hana into his arms. "Here you go, don't talk anymore. You can explain back tomorrow. Come on, let's go to sleep" whispered Hasan, clutching Hana's body tightly.
