Getting Married through Tradition

47. Panicked

"Waw, waw, waw! Also your ambition!" hasan said with a grin.

"Why don't you keep running!" the king said as he opened his helmet.

Hasan was shocked, apparently the person who was chasing him was the King.

"Why are you following me!" hasan said with a serious look.

"Why are you in Samuel's basecamp! And why, you hit them!" asked the King while folding his hands on his chest.

Hasan and Raja were both standing next to their motorcycles. They both looked at each other fiercely.

"It's none of your business! Why are you in Basecamp and Samuel's mukul? Your punches might make, Samuel's dead!" hasan reminded the King.

"Hasan, I know, you were the one who killed Samuel at that time. And I also know, you've got Samuel out of school!" said the King assuming himself with a grinning smile.

Hasan was a little surprised by the King's words that were true. Hasan was confused, where could the king know that.

"Oh, you are Samuel's henchmen! You're as asshole as them. Here you advance my opponent," challenge Hasan to begin two steps forward.

"I've probably been with them. But I'm not the same as them ... But maybe if you want to fight boxing with me. I'm ladenin!" said the King while putting up the horses.

The king accepted Hasan's challenge to fight, although King knew that Hasan had been wounded in his arms and stomach. The king wanted to test Hasan who he said was a martial artist.

They both got into a fierce fight. Silent night, with a fairly quiet road without any vehicles passing by, smooth their actions to fight.

The breeze was unable to cool the heat within each of them. They continue to fight with a draw because they are both martial arts masters. Since no one lost and won, they finally decided to stop fighting. What's more, Hasan's wounds in his abdomen and arms were getting sore and painful making him run out of energy.

Hasan and the King both drowned on the asphalt road. They do not care if there will be another vehicle that passes the road.

"From this fight, I found out. The person Samuel should have beaten that night was you, not that guy" the king said with a gasp.

The king lay beside Hasan's body. They are equally bored.

"Cowok you're talking about is Damar, meet me! and I also realized, five people attacked Damar that night, one of them was you!" hasan said as he looked at the sky and held his thirst in his throat.

"Yes really, I was there. But I was just aja ngliatin, do not join nyerang temen you," replied the King while glancing at Hasan who grimaced in pain.

"It means that our business is finished until here" said Hasan while moving from the fall.

The king stood up to see Hasan, who had gone first.

"We can fight for strength again sometime.

But I'm just here to tell you that I'm not Samuel's henchman. And I'm not on his side. I've always defended the real thing you know, San! I admit it all because I don't know what really happened. So, I'm asking you, San ... Don't misunderstand me! And I want to ask you a favor, please don't ...."

"I don't want to hear your explanation, which is clear, you've made Damar sprawled in the hospital. Our business is not done, Ja!" said Hasan then put his helmet back on and rode his motorcycle.

"Oh yes! I'll tell you one more thing, Ja! Don't try to make Deketin Hana! Don't bother him! If not, you will deal with me. Suck it!" Hasan threatened the King.

The king smiled cynically at Hasan's threat. Hasan then passed from the King's sight.

"We'll see you later, San! Who will finally get Hana! Although you're a trusted confidant of Hana's parents, but not necessarily, Hana likes you!" The king said as he ruffled his waist, then he immediately got on his motorcycle and passed away from there.

At home, Hana looks very worried about Hasan for not coming home, even though it is almost twelve pm.

Hana pacing back and forth in front of the kitchen door. Usually, Hasan would always come from the direction of the door.

The sound of a wall clock ticking was clearly heard in Hana's ears. Hana is confused as to whether she should contact her parents or wait for Hasan alone.

"San, where are you! Why don't you go tell me! Where tomorrow replayed again. I think he's seriously studying in his room, not knowing, leaving instead. Where twelve o'clock had passed," Hana said in her heart.

He was really nervous waiting for Hasan at home alone. Suddenly, he heard the sound of Hasan's motor, which started to enter the courtyard and stopped.

"That must be him, watch out, San! I'll interrogate you! It's good to worry me, and to learn I'm disturbed because of you!" hana said with a growl.

Hana deliberately remained sitting on the dining table chair by folding her hands in front of her chest. His face was fixed as much as possible so that Hasan would be afraid of him.

Hasan opened the door slowly and closed it again and locked it. As soon as he turned around, he was shocked to find Hana who had not slept.

"Astaghfirulloh! Hannah! Koq you haven't slept yet!" said Hasan slightly furthest back looking at Hana who was sitting with a gaping face.

Hasan rubbed his chest down.

"Where are you!" hana then stood up and started walking towards Hasan.

Hasan stood up straight, and tried to throw away the face, so that Hana would not see the wounds on her face, however, it was in vain.

"The heat! What's your face?" hana asked as she touched Hasan's bruised face.

Hana watched Hasan's body from the tip of the foot to the head. He opened his own mouth in shock to see Hasan's jacket torn, with blood starting to dry there.

"What happened to you, San! Here, here!" Hannah led Hasan to sit on the chair.

Hana looks very panicked. He then forcibly removed the jacket worn by Hasan. Hana was even more shocked when she saw three scratches on her left arm, and one scratch on her right arm.

"Aw, sick Han! Slow down notya dong, don't just pull it!" hasan, who was not inspired by Hana.

"San, you've been fighting, right? Same who?" hana asked while looking at Hasan's injured arm.

Hana crouched down in front of Hasan. He was shocked back when he saw Hasan's tee shirt that was torn as well. When he saw it, Hasan's stomach was scratched as well. The scratch was quite long.

Hasan could not say anything as Hana examined his body. He could only shut up and noticed the look on Hana's face that was very worried about him. There was guilt in her heart for already making Hana confused and anxious.