Getting Married through Tradition

64. Yeay, the Gift is Coming

"why are you in the room? Sleep on? You don't realize I'm waiting here? Did you forget I was here?" hasan asked still folded his hands on his chest.

"Sorry, San! I was a BAB first, don't get mad dong!" hana said while shaking Hasan's hand.

"Really BAB?" ask Hasan to investigate.

Hana nodded slowly. Hasan stared more intently.

"Yes the hunt is up!" hasan said withstanding a smile.

"You're not angry, are you?" ask Hana.

"No, the hunt's up!"

Hana then sat in the back seat. Hasan quickly finished the machine and left his father-in-law's house.

"Where are you going on vacation, San?" tanya Hana started the conversation on the way home.

"I don't know, I'm busy. There are a lot of projects that need to be done" Hasan said.

"Hem really busy? Even if you work, but you also need a vacation, San. Inget! You are still young. Time not to spend on money. You need to have fun" Hana said.

"I work for you too. You should encourage me dong! I know, I need a vacation, too, but this project is more important to me,"

Hana sighed. He felt bad as well as speaking. Hana forgot that boys who follow the tradition of arranged marriage are already independent from childhood. Finance is no longer dependent on parents if there is no urgent matter of course.

"I always support you. So, we're on vacation at home?" ask Hana.

"Yes, if you're on vacation, vacation. But who wants the same vacation? Damar can't go far, his legs are still not normal. Yusi, he's definitely waiting, Damar. If you're the same papah, I don't know. You try asking. But, Papah Darma seems like he is also busy about launching new products," said Hasan while glancing at Hana through his rearview.

Hana pouting. Though he was eager to refresh his mind that felt full.

"House vacation with me, I'm sure you won't be bored. Uh, like my brother wants to play here too" said Hasan again.

"Sister? You got one, Brother, San?" hana asked a little surprised.

"Have dong! He graduated this year,"

"Koq you don't know about this. Brother are you a boy what a girl?"

"Turkey! He studied abroad. This year I'm going on vacation here, like,"

Hana was silent for a moment. He seems to think.

"Wait on! Your brother, means already have a wife too dong?"

"Oh, Brother is single. The one who should marry you is my brother. But he doesn't want to. He's escaped abroad. Finally, I changed him,"

"Koq can do that! Then you want to marry me" asked Hana.

"Well, like I said before. I just want to be the same with my parents. Turns out, people who are fooled by me are also not too ugly very,"

"What do you mean you said? I also do not expect you to like me koq," replied Hana Manyun.

"Yes, I don't mean that either. Hah, don't discuss it. The issue of liking each other is a recent affair. Most importantly, you and I are fine now. And I will always try to take care of you. You are now my responsibility. You know what, right?"

"Yes I understand. Thank you, well" replied Hana who was devastated again hearing Hasan's sentence.

Hana agrees with Ms. Darma, if Hasan is a good man. Even very well.

***

In front of a large mirror, a man wearing a hodie stelan was seen. Watches and expensive shoes perched add to this man's good looks. Her hair is polished with a classy pomade making her style even cooler.

The man took out a large black eyeglass and took out a sling bag. He typed a message in his hape and sent it to someone.

He smiled and stepped out his feet while pulling the suitcase.

***

Hasan and Hana just finished their dinner. Hannah chose to watch television. Hasan returned to work.

Hasan looked at the clock on the wall.

"Koq hasn't sampled his car yet. Ntar hunted Hana to sleep," said Hasan in his heart.

Hasan worked while checking the clock that kept turning. No words were spoken between them. They are busy with their own activities.

Tong Ting

Hasan immediately got up and pulled Hana's hand just like that. Hannah was shocked and asked immediately.

"What the hell is it, San? Koq you pull me!" hana followed Hasan's steps.

"The gift came!" hasan sumringah.

"What true? That's prize?" asked Hana who suddenly was happy and excited.

"Yes, so let's go hunting!" take Hasan.

The two of them joined hands running together outside the house.

"Open the gate!" exclaim Hasan.

The gate opened and the two of them were stunned when they saw a black car smoothly displayed in front of the fence.

The eyes of the two of them twinkled incessantly staring at the four-wheeled iron horse.

"With, Mas Hasan Leonil Praja Pamungkas?" ask the dealer to Hasan.

"Yes, I'm on my own, Mas!" answer Hasan.

"Please sign here, Mas!" said the dealer.

It was with great pleasure that Hasan signed the handover letter. While Hana is still so amazed by the car in front of her now.

"Okay, thank you, Mom. Here's the key" said the dealer, then handed Hasan the car keys.

"Ma-thank you, Mom!" answer Hasan.

The dealer then left Hasan's house with his partner on a motorcycle.

From a distance of 500 meters, Wawan shouted to Hasan.

"Cieeeee new car!" exclaim Wawan.

Hasan waved and smiled at Wawan.

Hasan and Hana stroked the body of the car.

"Let's go up, Han!" hasan said with a smile.

Hana nodded, the two of them then got into the car. Hasan started the engine and ran it.

"Open the gate" said Hana.

The car is now in Hasan's yard. Hasan was unceasingly grateful. He didn't think he could own a car.

"San, are you buying it yourself?" ask Hana amazed.

"You want me to make a miniature for the race, right?" ask Hasan.

"Yes, so this ...."

"It's a gift from that race, Han. And this I'm giving to both of us. You're not smirk?"

Hana almost cried hearing the words from Hasan. He was completely moved by what Hasan had produced at his young age. This time, Hana really felt lucky to have a companion like, Hasan.

Hana smilingly looked at Hasan with great admiration.

"Koq diem is dead! You're grinning, aren't you?" ask Hasan again.

"I can not hug you, San?" hana asked with a slightly trembling voice.

Hasan scrunched his forehead, he then nodded in agreement.

After getting permission from Hasan, Hana quickly hugged her husband tightly. Hana shed tears of happiness between her arms.

Hasan was pleased and welcomed his wife's embrace. Warm and comfortable. Hasan gently rubbed Hana's back.

"You're happy, aren't you, Han?" ask Hasan.

Hana nodded with spirit still in Hasan's arms.

"Thank God. There is no point in your parents nitipin this responsibility," Hasan replied with a smile.