Getting Married through Tradition

13. Remembering the Marriage Again

Hana shook her head heavily, she was still crying. Hasan was eager to hug Hana, just to make her calm down. But, Hasan was not brave enough to do that.

Hasan only held Hana's hand tightly, to strengthen her.

"Take it easy on your mind, Han. Cry as much as you can until you are relieved. I'm here for your nemenin. You are safe with me" Hasan said, staring at Hana.

Hana then wept as hard as she could, and subconsciously hugged Hasan tightly.

"I'm scared, San! Really scared," said Hana while sobbing.

"No papa, Han. You're safe now, I'm here! They have gone koq" said Hasan while stroking Hana's back.

"I don't know what will happen to me if you don't come on time, San. Thanks dad!" hana turned her face to Hasan.

"Yes, Hana! Already, calm yourself first. Wipe your tears, "Hasan helps gently wipe Hana's tears.

Hana was still in shock. But, she tried to calm down, and not cry anymore. After a few minutes later, Hana already felt herself completely calm. Hasan continued to watch over Hana. He did not dare to ask first, before Hana opened her voice.

"San, thank you very much, you have not helped me" said Hana while glancing at Hasan.

"Yes, Han, together, while there is me, you are safe anyway" Hasan replied with a smile as well.

"By the way, why do you know I'm here?" ask Hana curiously.

"Emmmm, that's my—, accidentally see the angkot you ride. You are alone in the dalem, and the angkot you ride is speeding. From there, I suspected. Continue ...."

"Keep, you're not jum'at–an dong, San!" hana asked a little.

"Em, yes. I thought of you, so ...."

"Sorry, San! Because of my help, you have lost your duty. I'm sure God will forgive you today because you have not helped me" Hana said with a smile.

"Amiin," Hasan replied with a smile as well.

"I don't think Samuel can do that. Or maybe, it's the original character of Samuel, San!" hana said with a serious face.

"Udah, you don't have to talk about him anymore! Tomorrow, we'll report him!"

"Don't, San! Don't tell anyone about this, to anyone!" pinta Hana with pleading gaze.

"Why, Han? Let him know the consequences,"

"I'm ashamed, San! I'm embarrassed to know friends, if I'm almost ... My self-worth will mean nothing later. What if there's gossip, I'm being harassed? Buy again if the person who spread the gossip is not real! I'm worried, San!" hana said sadly.

Hasan understood what Hana was thinking. He sighed, then stroked Hana's shoulder.

"Okay, I'm not gonna tell anyone. Don't worry, Dad" said Hasan.

"But I promise you, Han! I'm going to get Samuel out of school, so you don't have to be afraid anymore, if you meet Samuel," Hasan said in his heart.

"Thank you, San. Don't tell Damar, or Yusi, yeah!"

"You don't know Yusi, maybe I can. But, if Damar ... I didn't promise Han" Hasan said.

"What's the matter, San?" hana asked while looking at Hasan's face.

"So of course, he knows I am your nyamperin. In fact, I tracked you down, used Damar's tape!"

"So, you found me by tracking my phone number?"

Hasan nodded with a small smile.

"Thank God, you brought me a hape, Han!if not, I won't know you're here, and I can help you" Hasan said with a warm look.

Hana smiled at Hasan's words. Hasan is a smart boy. He knows the world of communication. Hana felt grateful for the help of Allah through Hasan.

"You feel calm, we go home now well, I anterin you," Hasan said as he stood.

Hana nodded her head in agreement. This time, he wanted to be driven home by Hasan. The first time, he was ushered by a guy back, after a few years ago, he had felt that way too.

Hasan turns on his motorcycle, preparing to leave the location with Hana.

After a few hours of enjoying the martyrdom of the trip. They both arrived in front of Hana's house.

"So, you live in Century housing too, Han?" hasan asked because he himself lived there.

"Yes, San! You live here too? Same as your parents?" ask Hana who has come down from the piggy bank.

"Yes for now" Hasan replied with a smile from behind his helmet.

"For the moment? Meanin?" ask Hana who doesn't understand.

"Ah, not papa! Uh by the way, this is the first time, I'm bringing a girl!" hasan.

"Well! Seriously, you?" ask Hana in shock.

"Seriously! This is for the first time. Well, of course it's an emergency, hehehe,"

"Meanwhile I'm not in this situation, you're not gonna want me to dong, San?" hana asked a little disappointed.

"Well, em ... Don't you! Hehe, sory well, I'm too honest because frankly, I'm ...."

"No papa, San! I want you to tell me the truth. Again, thank you, you already know me, and also want to bring me home, you want to stop by or go straight home?" hana asked with a smile.

"Name-sama ... I'll just go home, see you tomorrow well," said Hasan, then turn and leave Hana's house.

Apparently, Mama Hana peeked out of the window of her house. Ms. Darma immediately interrogated Hana, when Hana had entered the house.

"Gold! Oh my goodness, where are you from? We just got home this afternoon! So, who is the guy who took you? You don't want Papa semalem's words?" asked Bu Darma furiously.

"Mama, please allow the Cherries to take a shower first! Cherries want to clean the body first, want to change clothes first, want to eat first. If it's clean, the cherry will clear everything, okay!" hana said with her tired face.

"Wait for you in the upper gazebo, don't wear it for long!" ma Darma's orders were firm.

"Yes, Mah!" answer Hana slowly.

Mama Hana looked a little angry. Both hands he folds in front of his chest. Her eyes were sharp looking at her daughter, like there was something suspicious about Hana.

Hana then rushed to take a shower, and immediately changed clothes. Without eating first, Hana went straight to see her Mama upstairs.

"Mama," said Cherry.

"Sit, Cherry!" ma'am Darma replied with a flat expression.

Hana then sat on the bench in front of her mother. He felt agitated when he saw his mother's face that looked angry.

"Who was that guy? And why, you came home so late afternoon!" ask Bu Darma to investigate.

"Sorry, Mah! If Cherries come home late, there was a computer practice. Then, the guy, he's my classmate. Incidentally, if the afternoon angkotnya is rare, even sometimes not there. So, Cherry asked for a queen," said Hana lying.

"You're not lying, are you?" asked Bu Darma half-believing.

"No koq, Mah! Cherries don't lie!" reply Cherry.

"Certain why? Call Mama, won't you pick up?"

"Yes, Mah! I don't know, because the hapenya I'm silent, try Cherry take first well to see ...."

"That's okay! Mama believes in you. But, that guy really your friend? You see, you have never been delivered with a guy before! If there is a guy, who anterin you, it means the guy is special in your eyes," said Bu Darma while looking at his daughter. He knew there was a little lie there. But, Ms. Darma did not question her son any further.

"No, Mah! The name was Temen Ceri, Hasan. He's the new kid. Moving from abroad, Mah! And, Mama know? That Hasan, the one who never let me in the garden, Mah!" bright Cherries with sparkling eyes.

"Are you serious? He's the guy you didn't make the mineral water pay for?"

"Yes, Mah! Hasan's the one, he lives in Century's housing too. Just a different block. Just earlier, I forgot to make nanyain block," said Hana put on a lethargic face.

"Hem, suck you! But no papa because tomorrow night Sunday, we have a meeting with the family of your future husband. Don't forget that, Dad! After Sunday night's meeting is over, you'll be getting married soon!" terang Bu Darma firmly.

Hana took a long breath. He was reawakened, that the reality of his romance, was in the matchmaking of his parents.