Getting Married through Tradition

21. Lousy

"Han, this is the second time I can't get you home. And maybe, tomorrow-tomorrow we'll always be like this. You're not papa, are you?" hasan asked while looking at Hana from the rearview mirror.

Hasan felt awkward about her own feelings towards Hana. Actually, there's nothing to lose if they get married. After all, they are both good people. Physically, they fit. Just waiting for love to grow, in their hearts.

"San, I feel weird, but funny well," said Hana accompanied by a smile.

"What do you mean?" ask Hasan who does not understand.

"We're still in school, we're in one class, and we're going to be married couples, and this is all just because of tradition. Weird and funny, don't you think?"

"yes too. That sounds like how, that is. But how else, we ourselves can not refuse this tradition," said Hasan.

"San, if you can tell, how are you feeling now?" ask Hana.

"Em, my feelings ... don't know, Han," Hasan replied with a puzzled expression.

"How do you feel, how?" hasan asked Hana.

"Too me ... For some reason, when I knew the person I was fooled into was you, my heart was rich and safe, San. There is a sense of relief in my heart" Hana said with a smile.

Hasan was pleased to hear the answer from Hana's mouth. He did not know what to answer with.

They were silent for a moment while enjoying the cold wind that night.

"Hana, Mama with your Papa, call you Cherry, yes?" asked Hasan again opened the interrupted conversation.

"Yes. Mama likes fruit, Cherries. Therefore, pas tau if the born daughter, Mama immediately said, if my name, there must be her Cherry said. So, San!" hana's light was mingled with a smile.

"Oh that, your mom is funny too huh,"

"San, tomorrow you're ready! Marry siri to me, San?" asked Hana with a serious face.

"Ready ready, Han. Maybe this is the fate of both of us" Hasan replied flatly.

"San, I hope, our relationship as a cement is not lost because of this bond, San! Even if we marry. Hopefully, this relationship does not affect our learning process in school. Because in fact, this time is not a time when we have lived in a household and thought about the needs of the family, let alone about taking care of children, because we ourselves are still children who have to learn as much as possible," hana said softly.

"You really are, Han. I agree! Even if we are bound by this tradition, but we must not be disturbed, and we must continue our study ... But, what if one day, one of us keeps the love, Han?" ask Hasan.

"Oh, it's like a distance, we just walk like running water. Anyone who will fall in love first, you or I, must express that feeling!" answer Hana.

"That means if we have the same taste, this tradition will go well, Han! But if we don't have that feeling, it means that this tradition will fail, and just stop, Han," said Hasan.

"Yes, San! You are right ... But ...."

"Eh, it's your home, Han!" hasan cut Hana's sentence.

"Yes, we're chatting so it's not hard" replied Hana.

Hasan stopped, Hana then got down from the motorcycle seat.

"San, thank you again" said Hana.

"Yes, you're welcome, Han!"

"I go in first yeah," said Hana accompanied by a smile.

"H wait, wait!" prevent Hasan.

"What's up, San?"

"That's it, Jaz I," said Hasan smiling as he looked at Jaz who was wearing Hana.

"Oh, kirain what ... Nih, thank you, yes" said Hana while giving the Jaz to Hasan.

"I'm in, yeah, you're careful on the road,"

"Eh, wait!"

"What's up, San?" hana's already getting upset.

"That's, anu, um, I'd be honest with you,"

Hana furrowed her brows, "be honest about what?"

"I would say, if you ... Tonight, it's so pretty. Really pake! Hehe!" hasan chuckled.

Hana blushed in embarrassment by Hasan. She smiled while allowing her hair.

"Thank you, San!" hana said with a smile.

"Eh, I mean, the dress," said Hasan.

Hana suddenly pouted hearing Hasan's words.

"Yes, I'm going in!" said Hana then immediately turned around and left Hasan who was still glued in front of the fence of his house.

Hasan smiled jailily looking at Hana's pouting expression.

"Well, if you pout you're more cute and pretty, Han!" inner Hasan.

Hana then opened the fence and entered the house. Every now and then Hana looked at Hasan who was still fixated while smiling at him.Hasan then waved his hand.

After Hana entered her house, Hasan turned on his motorbike again, and was ready to go back to his own home.

Ms. Darma was peeking at Hana and Hasan earlier, through the window. As soon as Hana entered, Ms. Darma immediately taunted her.

"Cie, cie, there's another kasmaran nih," ledek Bu Darma dirngi smile.

"Mama! Did mommy just tinker?"

Ms. Darma smiled and embraced Hana.

"Fall her love you're careless, Cer! In the past, Mama until three years ago there was a sense of the same Papa you. You've only met once uh it's a good fit,"

"I'm with Hasan, you know him, Mah! if Mama had ever met at all. After all, Cherries also do not understand the same name C-I-N-T-A, so do not want to take a headache," replied Cherry Cuek.

"lik! Yes, you clean there, change clothes, wash your face, feet, hands. Keep going to sleep. Inget! tomorrow the most important thing in your life, .. oh yes, my mom sent the photos. Try to see, it must be very jolly. Mama sent it to Leo's number too. Do not forget to make it in the save," said Bu Darma while twisting his eyes.

"Yes, dear Mama," replied Hana while kissing Bu Darma's cheek, then went to her room.

After cleaning the body, Hana took the hape. He fiddled to see the photos sent by his mother.

"Subhanon! great photos of her ... If I look around, it turns out that I am beautiful as well yes, hihihi," said Hana while chuckling.

"It's in print, it's really good," muttered Hana.

On the other hand, Hasan was looking at the photo sent by Bu Darma via Wa.

He smiled to himself seeing himself being juxtaposed with Hana.

"Compared too yes, I'm the same, Hana,"

The longer, the more beautiful his eyes looked at the bright screen of his hape. Not long after, Hasan fell asleep with a hape that was still in his grasp.