Getting Married through Tradition

49. Hasan is sick

Hana became worried, she was afraid Hasan was all right. Hana decides to knock Hasan's room back.

Tok tok!

"San, Hasan! You're up yet? Today we repeat, study early in the morning is also good, San!" hana shouted from behind the door.

There was no response from Hasan. Hana then ventured to hold onto Hasan's door handle.

"San, I'm in, yeah" said Hana asking for permission.

Chequek!

"Thank God, the door's not in the lock!" hana said in her heart.

Slowly, Hana opened the door. He was surprised when he saw Hasan who was cowering cold without a shirt.

Hana quickly ran towards Hasan.

Hasan shivering.

"The heat! Oh my gosh,"

Hana returns panicked, before she picks up clothes for Hasan, she goes out to pick up P3K. Hana treated Hasan's wounds first. After that, he took the clothes for Hasan, and put them on directly carefully.

"Sorry, San!" hana said while putting on the shirt.

Hana looked for socks in Hasan's closet, and immediately put them on Hasan's cold feet. Previously, he rubbed telon oil on the soles of Hasan's feet.

Hana covered Hasan with a thick blanket. This morning, he was really worried about two circumstances. First, today is a repeat of the semester of class, the second, Hasan is sick. He's really confused.

"San, you eat first yeah,"

Hasan shook his head with his eyes closed. Hana then touched Hasan's forehead.

"San! Your body is hot!" exclaim Hana.

Hana then took out some water and immediately compressed Hasan's forehead painstakingly while continuing to glance at the clock on his wrist that kept turning.

On the one hand, he could not bear to leave Hasan at home alone, on the one hand, he had to repeat. Although he could not repeat now, what reason would he have to seek permission? Is. Sick as Hasan?

Hasan is still shivering. Hana then took the initiative to call her mother-in-law.

"I called Mamah Praja, hopefully he is not busy" said Hana in his heart.

Hana took the phone from her shirt pocket and started looking for Mama Praja's contacts. As soon as he met, he immediately called him, and hoped Mama Praja would have time to wait for Hasan.

"Hallo mah ... Yes, Cherry Alhamdulillah well ... Yes mah, em, this, Cherry would like to ask for help with Mama ... Hasan suddenly got sick, Mah ... Fever, Mah ... Mama can't come here? Nemenin Hasan's? Today, Cherries there is a semester replay, Mah, half-eight hours of entry ... Yes, okay ... Thanks, Mah! Cherry wait ... Wa'alaikumsalam," Hana then ends her call.

"Alhamdulillah, mamah can come here," muttered Hana grateful.

Hana looked at Hasan's face, then changed the compress again.

"Hasan, I take breakfast, you eat first well," said Hana.

"Ng-ng-not u-sah, ka-you be-depart a-aja school, later te-telat!" hasan said with his eyes still closed.

"Yes, I'll wait for Mamah Praja here first, I can't bear to leave you alone,"

Hana squeezes Hana's hand from under the blanket.

"I'm sorry, San! You're sick because of me, aren't you?" ask Hana.

Hana several times looked at her watch, already showing the time 6.15 WIB. Half an hour later, the smoke rings. Then he lifted it up.

"Mama has arrived at the gate, please open dong, Cer! Sorry well, Mama's voice is not in the same as Leo, you see," said Mama Praja.

"Yes, Mah! Cherries are out!"

Hana immediately ran outside. "Open the gate!"

The gate then opens, the car mamah Praja enter the courtyard, the gate closes back automatically.Mamah Praja get off from inside his car. He was carrying a small bag containing drugs.

"Thank you, Mah has bothered to come here" said Hana while greeting her in-laws' hands.

"Either. Come on!" answer Mama Praja.

They both then went inside. Mamah Praja was shocked when she saw that Hana's breakfast was still intact.

"Loh, your breakfast is with Leo, your koq is intact!"

"Yes Mah, I was waiting for Hasan to make breakfast. Don't know Hasan's got a fever, Mah!"

"Oh that way, yes it has gone straight to Hasan's room. And you go to school for a repeat. Fear late," said Mamah Praja.

"Yes, Mah! There's still time for a little koq, come on, Hana anterin to Hasan's room" said Hana.

The two of them then immediately met Hasan in his room.

Mama Praja sat on the edge of Hasan's room and immediately checked Hasan's body temperature.

"It's hot, Cherry!" mama Praja.

"Yes mah, I just compressed so the heat has not come down. Mama contact the doctor or ...."

"No, my mom brought her medicine at home. Geez, why the same face, koq ... Hmmm ... Who's he fighting with, Cer?" mama Praja asked who had opened the blanket and saw Hasan's scratched arm.

"Koq Mama tau if Hasan ...."

"Tau dong, Hasan, or this Leo. In the past when SD was the same Junior High School, Leo if you run out of battle there are still wounds on his body, must have a fever, Cer! He was like a lion fighting again. Although his first name was Hasan, he was called Leo because the name was identical to him,"

"Oh, that's Mah! Mah, there's a scratch on Hasan's stomach too. Semalem, want Hana to take medicine, but Hasan won't. Mama please cure him well," said Hana worriedly.

"Yes, you just calm down, later Mama medatin koq, you don't have to panic that way," said Mama Praja smiling as she stroked Hana's hand.

"Yes, Mah. Hana went to school first huh! It's too late!" hana said nervously.

"Eh, you went on a ride what dong?"

"Hana's riding an angkot, Mah! In front of a lot of koq," said Hana origin.

"Well! An angkot? Seriously you? Why not take a taxi? Or mama anterin?" tawar Mama Praja's.

"No need, Mah! Just take care of Hasan well, Hana left first, assalamu'alaikum," Hana grabbed Mama Praja's hand and kissed her then ran.

"Yes, wa'alaikumsalam," Mama Praja replied with an astonished expression.

Hana ran as fast as she could to the front of her residential alley. The morning air is still very fresh, dew drops are still heard in neighboring plants that do not have a fence.

Hana held onto her stomach which started to hurt from running. His breathing was stingy, even his forehead was already sweating.

"It turns out, the distance from the house to the front is quite far as well," Hana complained as she glanced at her watch.

"Fix, I'm gonna be late, run ahead for eight minutes, crazy! am I too slow, what is the distance far away? Where is the angkot, no one passes by anyway! oh yes, the angkot I ride is no longer pink. What color is it? Yellow or what? Where are the ngetime?" Hana rattled her hair in confusion.

"Aduhh, mendingan I just run, pretty while waiting for angkot or taxi passing, can reduce the time," said Hana then ran back.