Getting Married through Tradition

24. Shirt Size

Hana approached Hasan and stood behind the sofa where Hasan was sitting. Hana peeked at the project Hasan was working on.

Hasan is still focused on his work. Because it was not responded by Hasan, Hana then took the initiative to go to the kitchen and see the contents of Hasan's refrigerator. Hana did not want to disturb Hasan who was focusing on work.

Once opened the two-door refrigerator, Hana was amazed again with the complete contents of the refrigerator.

"Well, complete your fridge, San! Crazy one! What kind of guy are you, San? There are a lot of surprises in you" Hana said in a loud voice.

"Because after you came home, I went shopping first, Han. Just in case my wife is here, so everything is ready. It's up to you to cook what," replied Hasan still focused on his work.

"Em, I'm a very laper, how about fried rice, you have rice, right?" tanya Hana dyedukan looking for megicom.

After finding the magicom, Hana opened it. Apparently, the rice is still intact. Hana took five centongs to cook.

Hana cuts the meat small, and slices the mustard. After that, he made condiments for his nasgor. After finishing preparing the ingredients, Hana started cooking.

Hana started heating the pan, and sauteing the season. The aroma from Hana's cooking gushed throughout the room. Hasan who was focusing became distracted due to the smell of Hana's cooking.

Hasan looked towards the kitchen, seeing Hana turning the fried rice back on the pan.

A smile rose on Hasan's lips. Immediately, he finished his work. His stomach is also rumbling because since noon has not been allowed food.

"Yes! Thank God" said Hasan, washing his face with both hands.

"Alhamdulillah, mateng too," muttered Hana then turned off the stove.

Hasan then approached Hana. He took a bowl for Hana as a container of fried rice.

"I help you, yeah" said Hasan, handing over the bowl to Hana.

Hana looked at Hasan in surprise, then smiled.

"Can! You ready the plate on the table, the same drinking water well," replied Hana took the bowl from Hasan's hand and then moved the fried rice into the serving bowl.

They work together. Anyone who saw the sight, must be happy, and would love to get married young.

"It smells great, Han. I can't wait to eat" said Hasan

Hana smiled as she brought the bowl to the dining table. Everything was neatly arranged, plates and spoons, and a glass of water.

They both pulled the bench, and sat on it.

"Drink first, San! Don't forget to pray too" Hana reminded Hasan.

"Ready!" hasan replied with a smile.

Hana gave Hasan some water. After praying they ate together with a feeling of happiness.

"Enak, Han. You can cook too!"

"It can, but it won't, San!"

"People can cook don't have to be smart, Han. Oh yeah by the way, this is the first time we've eaten at the dinner table together, as husband and wife huh?" lang Hasan's.

"Hehehe, yes, San! we even have one roof now. Hopefully all this does not interfere with our learning process well," replied Hana accompanied by a smile.

"Amin" replied Hasan.

They talk while eating.

"Oh yes ntar afternoon if you are not busy, anterin I go home well," said Hana again.

"What are you doing? You don't want to stay with me?" hasan asked with a shocked expression.

"Not that, my clothes are still in Mama's house. I'll have to take some for a change here, keep my school equipment at home too, right!" Hana.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Ntar abis magriban, we're going to Mama's house, yeah,"

"Main to home, Ma–ma?" hana asked as she furrowed her brows.

"Why? Now your mother is my mother too, and vice versa, Mama me, Mama you too" Hasan replied with a flat expression.

Hana smiled as she closed her mouth. Hasan also held back his smile. They both endure shame.

They were both a couple, a friend, and a girlfriend.

"Oh yes, Hana! from now on all your living expenses and school dependents or others, anyway entirely, I'm the responsibility of all" said Hasan firmly.

"Loh, koq so! It's ka ...."

"But, San!"

"Ntar I also talked to Papa and Mama. You don't have to worry,"

Hana really made double-doubel amazed by Hasan. He did not believe Hasan's words.

"You're young, but your thinking is very mature, San! You plan your life very mature. I really salute you, San!"

"So of course, I know this tradition from my childhood, Han, so I've learned all this" Hasan replied calmly.

Hana continued to look at Hasan because of her never-ending sense of amazement. For Hana herself, Hasan is a figure full of surprises. Hasan blushed in shame because he continued to be looked at by Hana.

"I hope, I want to take a shower first, very uncomfortable because of it," said Hasan as he moved from his seat.

Hasan who was not well looked on, then went to his room to take a towel and take a bath. Hana smiled at Hasan's behavior. He then tidied the dining table, washed the dishes and cooking utensils.

When she finished, Hana laid her body on the sofa in front of the TV. He turned on the TV for a while while waiting for Hasan to finish his bath. A few minutes later, Hasan finished and came out using only a towel wrapped around his waist.

His body looks very clear. His wet hair, he flicked back and forth, making Hana splashed water with the fragrant shampoo. Waw, the water was far away until it hit Hana's face.

Hana was fascinated by the sight of the bare-chested angel. Hasan's skin is white and clean coupled with the remnants of his bath water, making Hasan look very sexy.

Hana's heart was pounding very fast, suddenly, she felt nervous. Several times, Hana swallowed her own saliva. After being satisfied to see, Hana also realized from Hasan's magic. Hana then turned her back to Hasan's body which was approaching her.

"What's wrong with you, Han? I've finished the shower, it's your turn" said Hasan very coolly.

Cool because of the shower..

"You're on the hunt to get in the room! I am not ashamed of what! There's me here!" hana who was nervous.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Sorry, because I'm used to this," said Hasan then rushed into his room.

Hana turned around and saw Hasan who had entered her room.

"Huft, congratulations, congratulations" Hana muttered as she stroked her chest.

"It's the first time, I've seen an abis shower, a towel and a half, and that's it, my own husband!" hana said in a small voice.

Hana turned off the TV. He walked to his room to get a towel. But, he recalled, he came here with nothing but the clothes he was now wearing.

"Oh yeah, I didn't bring anything! Towel pinjem same Hasan aja deh that way," said Hana, then go to Hasan's room.

Tok, Tok, Tok, Tok,

"San, Hasan,"

"What's up, Han?" replied Hasan from within.

"Towel pinjem dong, the same clothes to change," replied Hana from behind the door.

Hasan realized, he had not prepared clothes for Hana.

"Geez! Koq I can forget anyway, I should have bought his shirt yesterday," complained Hasan Iirih.

"Inter, Han!" hasan shouted from inside.

Hasan picked up his hape and sent a message to his neighbor who happened to open a distro at home.

"Wan, I'm pesen, uh pajamas a pair for girls .. the size ...."

Hasan paused the sentence in the text. He picked up a towel and opened the door to meet Hana.

Hasan watched Hana from toe to head, intending to calculate Hana's size.

"Nih, put on my towel first" said Hasan while handing over the white towel.

"Oh, it's wet gini, keep it really small again, where it fits the same me. If I'm like gini, I have to change clothes in the dalem, San! Where are the clothes for me? Pinjem is also dong," Hana explained as she climbed the wet and small Hasan towel.

"Emm, you want to take a shower first, I'm ready to wear clothes for you. I'll knock on the door, okay!" hasan said with a smile.

Without thinking, Hana obeyed Hasan's orders. Hana then walks to the bathroom to clean her body.

Hasan paid more attention to the details of Hana's body from behind in detail.

Hasan went into his room again. He closed his eyes to remember the portion of Hana's body that he had just looked at.