Getting Married through Tradition

59. Whose First Rank?

"Would you take a shower?" tanya Hasan glared.

"This I-iya is going to take a koq bath," replied Hana stammering.

"Yes already hunted, I made breakfast first," said Hasan standing up and about to turn around.

Hana grabbed Hasan's hand, before Hasan completely turned around.

"You don't make breakfast, let me! Coincidentally the name still exists. I fried egg yah. You sit while studying. Don't say anything" said Hana with a worried face.

"I'm cured, Han! No, let me fry" replied Hasan.

"You just sit down. Don't go anywhere. I'm gonna fry some eggs, okay!"

"You take a long bath, I'll be the one to fry!" hasan said with a threatening tone.

"Well, if you don't hear me talking,"

Hana then rushed to take a shower. Hasan sighed looking at Hana's attitude this morning.

"He's really worried about me" Hasan murmured.

Hasan then sat back down while continuing to study. Once in a while Hasan looked at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. Just as Hasan opened a new sheet, Hana came out of the bathroom shaking her wet and fragrant hair.

"Well, what a pussy! You take a shower with no soap!" asked Hasan with a smile.

Hana looked at Hasan who was smiling while putting the book on the table.

"You put a timer on your watch, huh?" hana asked with her pouting face.

"Hehehe,"

Hana then rushed to change clothes and fulfill her obligations. When she finished, Hana went out to meet Hasan. He immediately took the eggs in the refrigerator and broke them in a bowl.

Hana heats the teflon and smears the butter.

The fragrant smell of the combination of butter and egg whisk makes the stomach feel rumbling. While waiting for the eggs to mature, Hana brews two glasses of milk for herself as well as Hasan.

Hasan smiled at his wife who was busy cooking. He was so happy, that without Hana realizing it, Hasan went back and forth to take pictures of himself.

Hana then prepares two servings of rice into the dish, she places an omelet on it, then sprinkles fried rice.

"Breakfast is ready, it's meal time" Hana said as she placed Hasan's breakfast on the table.

Hana returned to take her breakfast and headed to the dining table.

"Good meal" said Hana.

"Hem, it smells good! Bismillah" said Hasan with a happy look.

They both enjoyed their breakfast. Sometimes stealing a glance.

"With breakfast, we leave. There are those who are afraid to leave earlier than we are" Hasan said while chewing.

"OK," Hana replied with a smile.

"In particular the King, Han! You meet him in front, that means, the King's house is in the compound next to Han. We have to be careful" Hasan said.

"Yes, San!" hana replied gently.

After he finished eating, Hasan picked up the jacket in his room. While Hana tidied up their breakfast marks.

Hasan only carried a hape in his pocket that he had silent, as well as a pen that he had slipped in his pocket.

Hana took her backpack, and went out to meet Hasan who was already outside.

"Loh, San! Where's your bag?" hana asked while confirming the strap of her bag.

"Don't take it, let's get it out!" hasan then rode his motorcycle.

"Slow down, San!" said Hana then climbed in the back seat while holding Hasan's shoulder.

"Yes. Don't forget to hold me,"

"Are you afraid of falling?" asked Hana innocently.

"What kind of question! Just think about why! I'm sure, you'd be faster than the king!" hasan was upset.

"Ouhhh, so you mean tell me to make a grip because you want to be in the hug too?" hana asked while holding back a smile.

Hasan scratched his head, he was actually jealous, but it was hard to say.

"Not so, do you know I'm sick myself," Hasan berkilah then wear his helmet.

Hana smiled, she timidly hugged Hasan's waist. Hasan smiled shyly and happily, as the clumsy hand began to curl around his waist.

The two of them then left the beautiful house, headed for school.

The streets are still quiet with cool air, adding a romantic atmosphere between them. They both felt comfortable in that warm embrace.

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As time went on, Hasan and Hana got closer. Hannah was not only close to Hasan, but also to the King.

The time for the report began.

All the parents of the students came to take the report belonging to their respective children.

Damar, Yusi, Hana, and Hasan waited for their parents outside in anxious expectation.

"Amin" replied Hana.

"Why don't you wait at home, Dam?" asked Hasan while changing seats next to Damar.

"I can't wait to see the report, San!" answer Damar.

Mamahnya Damar came out first, then behind him followed by Mamahnya Yusi.

Damar was about to stand before he was prevented by his own mother.

"Where did it go, Mah?"

"Eh, just sit down, sit down!" mama Damar then crouched in front of her son.

"Tante, sit here" said Hasan to allow his seat to Mamah Damar.

"Yes, thank you, San!" mama Damar then sat down next to Damar.

"What's my mountain, Mah?" ask Yusi to his Mom.

"The results are good koq, nih see," said Mamah Yusi while presenting the report he held.

Yusi and Hana both peek at the value of reporting Yusi.

"Well, good, Yus," said Hana.

"I can't rank, Mah?" asked Yusi with eyes constantly searching for rank.

"There's no predicate, right? Oh, your homeroom teacher brought that list. You are ranked five" replied Mamah Yusi.

"Well, congratulations, Yus, you're in the top five" Hana said, hugging Yusi.

Yusi did not believe what his mother said.

"Congratulations, Yus! It turns out that you are smart too yes," said Damar with a smile.

"Well, did you think all this time, Yusi bego, Dam?" asked Hasan while laughing.

"That's not what I mean, San!" damar replied annoyed.

Hasan chuckled at the unpleasant face of Damar to Yusi and his Mamah.

"So, what's the rank of Damar, Auntie?" hasan asked Mamahnya Damar.

"She, rank six" replied Mamah Damar.

"Well, it's cool of you, Dam! You can join the top ten" Hasan said, patting Damar on the shoulder.

Damar stomped his collar acting arrogant.

"Congratulations, Dam! You're smart toowell," replied Yusi while playing both eyebrows.

Damar smiled as Yusi returned his joke.

"My friends are all smart" said Hana, lifting her thumbs up and shaking.

Before long, Bu Darma and Bu Praja left the class while carrying out a report. Hasan and Hana were troubled by their results.

After about two weeks, they finally get the results.

Hasan and Hana looked at each other.

Hana's hands were cold, because she was trembling.

"Well, I'm sure that Hasan is not, for sure, Hana who is ranked first" Damar said with a smile.

Bu Praja and Bu Darma looked at each other and smiled. They handed the report to their son.

Hasan and Hana started to open it with a feeling of stubbornness. Yusi peeked at Hana's value. While Damar peeked at the value, Hasan.

"Well, very good of your grades. Almost perfect, 100! It's crazy!" yusi said with glaring eyes.

"Yes, Yus, they are both our class geniuses" Damar explained.

Hana and Hasan felt very satisfied with the value they got.

"Tante, Hasan and Hana are really cool. Great both of them," said Yusi back.

"Thank you, for your praise" replied Ms. Darma representing.

"Well, how many ranks do I get?" ask Hana.

"You, you've got a rank two, baby!" said Bu Darma while pinching Hana's nose.

"Congratulations, Han!" yusi hugged Hana tightly.

"Well, the first rank, must be Hasan! Aren't you, Auntie?" ask Damar to Bu Praja.

Hasan looked at his Mom with a tense face. Bu Praja smiled and nodded.

"Yes, you got first place, San!" answer Mrs Praja.

Hasan's smile expanded upon hearing the reply from his Mom. Hana was happy to hear that.

"That's right, I said what, too. Congratulations, San! You are the best!" said Damar lifting both his thumbs up to Hasan.

Hasan just smiled. He could not say anything, his eyes were still focused on seeing the value of a lot of his 100.