Getting Married through Tradition

48. All Just For You!

"Oh my goodness, San! You are the abis of doing it anyway! Why are there so many wounds on your body?" Hana asked as she walked around looking for P3K boxes.

After meeting, Hana put it on the table. He went back to fetch a glass of water for Hasan.

"Drink first!" hana said with a look of anxiety.

"Thank you, Han!" hasan said while receiving the water.

Without further ado, Hasan soon exhausted it. His throat was very dry. There was a plan when he came home fighting, he would spend a gallon of water in his house. However, the intention was lost when he found Hana who turned out not to sleep.

Now, he had to answer all the questions Hana was going to ask him.

"Come on, take off your clothes, I'll help you with the medicine!" said Hana by carrying a basin containing clean water and also a small towel.

"I'm not papa koq, Han! Let me just take the medicine myself!" hasan said with a smile, trying to be okay.

Hana looked annoyed at Hasan's usual expression and his seemingly self-abandoned answer.

"What about papa? Your wounds are everywhere, you must have fought, right? Who's the same, San? Answer me!" tanya Hana then pulled Hasan's t-shirt forcefully.

"Aw, sick Han! Very rude of you! Can't slow down what?" said Hasan withstood the pain, soreness, and soreness throughout his injured body.

"You can still be sick, why do you have to fight everything? You're not immune to guns, San! If you get punched, you can bleed, especially with a sharp object!" exclaims Hana while lifting Hasan's arm intending to show scratches caused by sharp objects.

Hasan then threw away his face not daring to look into his wife's eyes again.

Hana felt sad to see Hasan who came home injured. He then dipped the towel in the warm tyre clean water, then squeezed it and wiped it all over Hasan's scar.

Despite the pain, Hasan tried to keep him from complaining. Especially when in the abdomen and arms, Hana seemed to deliberately cut the wound hard, so Hasan grimaced with pain.

Hana knows, if Hasan feels pain, but he doesn't care. Hana even started to shed tears. However, immediately, Hana rubbed it.

"Who are you fighting, San? Samuel's? Huh yeah?" asked Hana again while holding back the cry.

Hasan heard Hana's tone tremble, knowing that Hana was crying. Although he was resistant, Hasan could see the water sliding from Hana's eyes.

"I know you're good at fighting, San! But I don't like it when you're martial, you're good at unimportant things, and you make style, San! Especially for people! I don't like it, I don't want to ...."

Hearing Hana's words, Hasan stood up, looking angry. Hannah was shocked and stood up.

"What style do you mean, Han! I'm like this because I bought Damar, and so are you!" hasan said a little annoyed at being blamed.

"You mean? You know who's been wrong, Damar? Who, San?"

"He's Samuel, Han!"

"What! Samuel again?"

"Samuel thought the man who attacked him in the teak garden was Damar, Han! And he also thought to himself, Damar who has already knocked him out, but all that is not true! Therefore, I believe you both! I'm bales Samuel's doing for you!" hasan said in a high tone.

"Keep in what way? Be quiet! Like you who continue to be oppressed, Cantika! Sorry, I'm not that type, Han!" hasan answered, raising both hands.

Irritated, Hasan went into the room wearing only his pants.

Hana then goes after Hasan.

"San, I don't mean that either. Where you going? Your wounds are not finished I clean, I haven't healed yet, San!"

BRACKET!

Hasan shut the door hard, making Hana startled. Hana felt guilty now, because the sentence he said, it turned out to make Hasan hurt.

"San! You mad? I didn't mean to offend you koq, I'm sorry, San!"

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Hana kept knocking on Hasan's room door, she cried as she continued banging on Hasan's room door.

"San, open the door, your wound must be broken, San! Open the door ... Okay, I was wrong! I'm sorry, San! I didn't mean to make you angry. I just don't want you to do anything, San! I'm worried about you, that's it! ... San, please open the door, your wounds must be broken," Hana shouted from outside.

Hasan sat behind the door. He felt a pain in his heart. The pain of his scratch wound was not comparable to the pain in his heart. Hana's words really made her feel unappreciated.

"San, open the door, I'm sorry, San! Hasan! Open the door," Hana said in a limp tone.

For a long time he was standing at the door of Hasan's room, and even now he was sitting on the floor, Hasan never opened the door for him. Hana really felt guilty.

"San, are you really angry with me? You don't want to open the door for me? San! Don't be mad at me, I'm sorry. Your wounds must be treated immediately, San! Tomorrow we repeat ... Hasan ...."

There was no reply from Hasan's room. Hana was desperate. Then he moved off the floor.

"Yes, I went back to my room. If you don't want me to take the medicine, you'll cure the wound yourself, San! The P3K box I brought to your door. Again, I'm sorry, San, it made you angry. I'm just worried about you. Me, I don't want you to do anything, San! I don't want you to have enemies, I don't want to if one day a lot of people will tell you. That's all I'm afraid of, San! Good night, San!"

Hana then left in front of Hasan's room. With an occasional step stop and look back at Hasan's room. Hope Hasan opens the door and picks up the P3K box. But the result is nil. Hana then closed the door to her own room. He walked weakly, not to sleep on his mattress, but to lay his body on the sofa in front of the aquarium.

Hana saw ornamental fish there who were still busy chasing until she did not feel asleep.

Hasan is awake. Then he moved to the bed. With his bare chest, he laid his body on the bed. He looked at the phone and opened the gallery.

A picture of her and Hana at night of her fiance. Mama Darma sent him a lot of photos. A photo of her with Hana that looks very sweet and harmonious.

"Everything I do is for you, Han! Not for anyone! I care about you, I ... I-i ...."

Hasan did not continue his sentence again, he then clasped his gap and then fell asleep with the wound he left open.

The next day, Hana woke up at dawn, she took a P3K box that was still in a place not touched at all. Hana rushed to clean the body and fulfill her obligations. When he finished, he prepared breakfast. He waited for Hasan at the dinner table, but never came.