Getting Married through Tradition

23. Amazed, Enchanted, Perfect

Both Hana and Hasan's parents went to lunch together. While Hasan rode his motorbike at high speed, making Hana hug his waist, Hasan tightly.

"San, slow down, I'm afraid. My eyes just can't be literate, because you are very fast. By the way I'm hard, colliding with the wind," said Hana with closed eyes.

"Sory, Han! I was chasing the deadline. You hug me who's on a date,"

"Well, hasn't it been that time?" ask Hana manyun.

"Hihihi," Hasan chuckled.

Hasan looked pleased as Hana hugged him tightly. A half-hour drive away, the two of them arrived at the front of the house with brown teak gates.

"Yes, yes!" hana muttered then opened her eyes slowly.

Without getting off the motor, Hasan opened the gate with his voice, making Hana startled.

"Open the gate" said Hasan.

Suddenly the gate opened on its own. And automatically shuts back. Hana slips. His mouth was so open that he was amazed. Thankfully, no flies came in.

"Waaaaawwwww," muttered Hana with sparkling eyes.

Hasan then went into the garage. He occasionally saw Hana with a look of his astonished face that never finished it.

Hasan's house is not big, let alone terraced. The house is minimalist, suitable for newly married couples.

"Welcome to my sweet home, Hannah! It's my home, and now it's gonna be ours. My house is small, but, I guarantee you will be comfortable here," said Hasan smilingly looking at Hana's still amazed expression.

Hana looked in detail at the shape of Hasan's house from the outside. Minimalist house in front of him is now the house he dreamed of, he craved in his dream all along. Hana unceasingly praised Hasan's house.

Now, Hana believes her Papa's words that say Hasan is an independent child.

"Well, I really admire you, San! I didn't think you were independent. And just now, I was really surprised that right at the gate you can open by yourself. Very cool. What's the matter, San?" ask Hana curiously.

"Yes, I deliberately programmed the gate with an automatic sound sensor, Han! The only thing that can open is me. Since you are now living in this house, I will record your voice as well" Hasan smiled as he folded his hands in front of his chest.

Hana continued to look at that cute handsome face, wanting to feel like she hugged the sturdy body. His eyes were so warm that he looked at Hasan.

"Thank you, San! can I hurt you?"

Hasan furrowed his brows in astonishment at Hana's request.

"Well! Hit me? Bo–by ..." said Hasan stammered, then Hana scattered in Hasan's arms in an instant.

Hasan happily gets a warm hug from Hana. Hana really did not expect, if the man who is now her husband, really independent. His Papa talk turned out to be fact, not nonsense.

"Are you happy enough?" hasan asked with a smile on his lips.

"Yes, today I was very happy because of a new fact, Papa did not lie, it turns out, you are really independent ... And the project that you said was in the mosque, what was the project, San?" ask Hana curiously.

"The design of the house, this house is also my design," replied Hasan.

"Seriously, you design yourself?" hana answered with round eyes.

Hasan nodded at Hana's question.

Again, Hana was amazed by the figure of a cute man who was standing looking at her.

"What's up, San?" ask Hana to be curious again.

"We go in first! Aren't you curious about the contents of my house?"

"That's a big curiosity!" Hana.

Hasan then entered through the front door of the garage which directly penetrated with the kitchen.

Next to the garage is actually a terrace, and that's where the main door is. But, it's only for guests. Hasan himself rarely entered through the door.

Hasan's house plan like this, if from the front of the main door, once inside will be found the living room.

Then in front of the living room there is a family room, which is adjacent, without a partition. Then to the left of the family room there are two steps to the kitchen and dining room. Behind the dining room there is a door to the rear gazebo and loundry room.

Back from the family room. To the right of the family room, there is a passageway like a hallway, to the right of the hallway there is one room, to the left there is one room as well. In front of the hall there is a bathroom and toilet.

All interior and exterior design is done by Hasan himself. While for the construction is done by Pak Praja company.

Simple minimalist, elegant, and comfortable.

Hasan is a young architect and also a reliable IT. The talent to be an architect has existed since he attended school in SD.

Hana is fascinated by all the interior details of Hasan's house. Hasan let Hana browse through room after room by herself.

Hasan then took her laptop from the room and took it to the living room. He opened it and started designing a new project. In the afternoon he had to present the results for a new housing development.

"That's great, San! Simplest. Oh yeah, by the way, where will my room be?" asked Hana who was standing in the hallway while looking at the two doors in the hallway.

"On the left is your room, you can go in and look around. I specifically designed the room for my wife to be, uh it turns out, my wife is you," replied Hasan still focused on his work.

Hana smiled at Hasan's words. Although married without love, he could feel happy to be near Hasan. If only seeing his appearance alone can make people fall in love, especially with Hasan's own personality!

Everyone would feel very lucky to be with Hasan. Young, talented, smart, independent, established, and handsome. Which woman would reject such a man. The war is good. Jago martial.

"I can go in, right, San?" ask Hana shyly.

"By dong, it's already your room. Anyway, we are free to do it here. Yes, not much nanya, I want to focus on work first," said Hasan without seeing Hana.

Hana then went into her room. As soon as he opened the room, his eyes were round, he closed his mouth, so amazed by the room.

Inside the room was quite relieved, there was one bed, a dressing table, a large closet. In front of the Bed, with a distance of two meters, there is a large aquarium, there are many ornamental fish with a fountain on it. That's what makes Hana amazed by the room Hasan designed for her.

Hana approached the aquarium. He felt every thick glass with a feeling of pleasure mixed. Tears welled up in her pelupuknya.

"Hasan, do I deserve to be his wife? She's too perfect" Hana muttered as she looked at the reality and the beauty she saw in her eyes.

Next to the aquarium, there is a door that turns to lead to the gazebo in the backyard.

"Masya Alloh, this is really beautiful. If I hadn't been his wife, I would have bought this house, no matter what the price," inwardly, Hannah was amazed.

"It's like this, I'll stay at home in Hasan's house. This is my dream house, yes Alloh," he said while wiping two tears that wet his cheeks.

While being engrossed in enjoying the interior of his room, suddenly his stomach sounded. Hana rubbed it slowly.

"Okay, laper nih ... Approximately, Hasan has ingredients made in cooking no well! Oh yes, Hasan has not eaten either, if so, I cook now only once yes," said Hana then ended his admiration.