Getting Married through Tradition

Is it because I'm scolding you?

Hasan came out of the room with a t-shirt and trousers.

"Hana ... She's asleep. Was I in the room too long? All right, I'll get you a pillow and a blanket" Hasan murmured as he rubbed Hana's cheek gently.

Hasan returned with a pillow and blanket. He lay down Hana's body on a soft sofa with a supine position. Then, he covers it. Hasan sighed deeply while looking at his wife's face that looked increasingly pale.

"Chealing soon, Hana ... While waiting for him to wake up, I would cook and clean the house. After that, I'll take him to the hospital immediately" Hasan said, then walked to the kitchen. He put on an apron and started cooking soup. She had previously cooked rice on Magicom.

While waiting for the soup to ripen, Hasan fried eggs and also tempeh. As he was accustomed to the kitchen, his hands were so good at processing all the food and using all the equipment.

After finishing cooking, Hasan went on to clean the house from wiping everything, cleaning the glass, washing dishes, sweeping, and lastly mopping. He did it all himself without anyone helping.

Hasan poured the drinking water into the glass and immediately finished it. He wiped the sweat with a tissue. His stomach was rumbling. The clock is half seven in the morning. "Hana's still sleeping, and I'm already very hungry. Did I wake him up for breakfast together." Hasan muttered while looking at Hana from the dining table chair.

Holding back his hunger, Hasan took off the apron and walked over to Hana. Hasan checked Hana's body temperature, "so suddenly he was hot anyway, it was not yet ... Hana, Hana, get up, Han," Hasan rubbed Hana's cheek gently.

With her eyes still closed, Hana answered Hasan's words. "Cold, San. Yes, I woke up" muttered Hana.

Hasan grew panicked at Hana's condition. He then examined Hana's entire body. Everything was hot except for the cold feet. Hasan then carried Hana to the room so that she was more comfortable to rest. Not to forget, Hasan looked for socks and put them on.

"You're like this, I'd better call a doctor. We don't have to go to the hospital. Have patience, Han." Hasan pressed the number of the doctor he already knew to come to his house.

Hasan was so worried to see the condition of Hana who grew pale and hot.

Hasan even forgot that he had not had breakfast. He was really worried about Hana's situation.

"Last night you were fine. Why is it sick now. Is it because I'm angry with you?" hasan said as he gently massaged Hana's leg.

"I'm worried about you, how you can eat. If I could, it would feel different. I'm sorry, because I've been scolding you a lot. It must have been because of me too, you got dizzy," Hasan felt guilty.

"I was wrong. You have the right to anger me. Already, eat first. After this, I want to tell you something. It's about Samuel's problem" Hana said.

Hasan sighed, not expecting any pain, still thinking about Samuel.

"Yes that's it. I have breakfast first" Hasan came out of Hana's room. With a lazy step, he walked into the kitchen and started eating by himself. It's only been a spoon but his appetite has just disappeared.

Hasan took a small basin and gave him warm water. Not to forget, a small towel he brought for Hana's compress tool.

***

"Every night, Hasan asked for the King's number. And today, Hasan and Hana suddenly did not go to school for the same reason. What exactly is the same with them? Did they quarrel over the issue of the King's number. Geez, if this is true, then I am the cause they did not enter today" Cantika said in her heart. He then called Hasan's number. However, several times he called, Hasan did not answer.

"Huft, there really is a problem with him," Cantika murmured. "But it's good that they fight. I'd love to see Hana feel down. Although it will never happen," said Cantika smiling. He turned around and was quite surprised when Damar, apparently already standing behind him.

"Haaa, my goodness! Just ngagetin me," said Cantika as she rubbed her chest.

Damar folds his hands in front of his chest. "Can you explain what you mean?" ask Damar.

"Well, why would I explain it to you. Who're you!" cantika said with her jutek face.

"So then, don't you want to tell? Yeah, I'll ask the guy myself. And it's free to talk to you, too. Besides not getting an answer, talking to you is a waste of time" Damar said, walking away from Cantika.

"Curtain, Hana's lackey. No matter what happened to Hana, this person always interfered. I know if his feelings are not reciprocated. Still care enough for it." Cantika said in an annoyed tone then walked into the classroom.