
Hasan continued to walk until the front of the highway. He crossed without looking right and left, until he almost got hit. But with his turn he walked back.
Hasan headed for a public square accompanied by a park in front of the complex.
Hasan chose a seat under the banyan tree. In spirit, Hasan punched the body of the tree. Her blistering and bloody cries did not he care.
He rests on the ground that has been stained with cement. Hasan shouted as hard as he could, his heart was so sore watching the scene earlier.
"Aarggghhhh!" shouted Hasan.
Everyone who was in the field, and the merchant who was selling there looked towards Hasan who looked like a madman. Not many of them are snoring.
This public field is visited by many residents of all complexes, to just buy snacks, or for fun. Because this field is usually used as a night market.
The cantika who happened to be buying snacks saw Hasan. Hurriedly, Cantika ran over to Hasan. Cantika crouched down in front of Hasan.
"The heat! You why? Geez, your hands are bleeding" Cantika said, holding Hasan's hand.
Hasan did not answer Cantika's question. His heart is really not good. Coupled with the presence of Cantika, a slanderous person, Hana.
Hasan brushed off Cantika's hand violently.
"Well, are you here? Go there! Don't bother me" Hasan said sharply.
Cantika was frightened by Hasan's lion-like gaze. But he won't leave from there. This was a chance for him to draw attention to Hasan.
"You sick, San? Is there a problem? Same story with me. Who knows, I can help you with your problems" Cantika said with a worried look.
Hasan was silent for a moment. Coincidentally there was Cantika, he could extract more information from her.
"Come, San, sit down first," Cantika helped Hasan to sit back on the bench.
Cantika gave the mineral water to Hasan. He also poured the water into Hasan's wounds. Hasan just kept quiet while watching Cantika.
"You're actually beautiful and kind, but why are you evil the same, Hana, Cantika?" the question suddenly came out of Hasan's mouth.
Cantika reflex looked up at Hasan's face. His heart was glad to receive praise, but he was also upset because Hasan, calling Hana by name.
"Am I really bad at all, Hana? Well, that's because, what I want is always his. That's why I don't like him,"
"When haven't you liked her?" asked Hasan with a serious face.
Cantika looked at Hasan with a smile. He couldn't have wasted this opportunity.
"I buyin hansaplas first well, make cover your wounds," said Cantika.
"No need, just let's say gini. I want your answer,"
"Oh yes" replied Cantika happily.
"Please, you give me honest information, no lies, Cantika,"
"San, I'm always honest. Why did you say that. So, you want to hear about, Hana? But, I asked you, you're like this because, Hana?"
"It doesn't matter. Hana and I have nothing to do,"
"Yes, it's because I've always been in a group with him. I was originally a cuek. So if I'm so funny to you, that's natural. Sorry, well" Hasan replied with a smile, but his eyes were still sharp.
"Oh my goodness, Hasan apologized to me? Didn't know this, "inner Cantika.
"So, how? Why did you get angry with Hana until now!" ask Hasan again.
"That's because every guy I like, always deletes him. He was always the one who got it. I'm sprained by him not because of that. But, Hana was always superior to me," Cantika replied honestly.
"Since when? SMP? There's a guy you took?" ask Hasan.
"Yes, he's Miki. I liked him first. But, Hana is secretly dating Miki. I'm so sprained. Since then, I have hated Hana. Miki was the first guy I liked. I'm close to him too. He's good with me. But, her kindness was just a false hope for me. He prefers Hana over me" Cantika said grimly recalling the past.
Hasan swallowed his saliva back. He did not know if this fact was true. But, hasn't Hana ever dated?
"But what I heard from Hana, she hasn't dated at all. How could he be dating the same, Miki!" hasan said pretend.
"They actually like each other, San! But Hana does not want to bind her love in a relationship, because she is afraid of her parents. His parents never allowed him to date. Hence, they were courting in silence,"
"Koq you can know that,"
"You know, I stole his diary. And I read all the contents, even I know the sketch of Miki's face there," said Cantika annoyed.
Hasan breathed a long sigh hearing Cantika's words. Hasan was sure this time, Cantika was not lying. He's totally honest.
Hasan felt guilty because he felt he had taken Hana from his own brother.
"Then, where is Miki, Cantika?"
"At that time, I chased him to the airport, I expressed my feelings again. I really hope he accepts me. But he has no crush on me at all. How humiliating! Miki continues her studies abroad, because she wants to forget about Hana. But, don't know. She can either forget Hana or not" Cantika replied with a smile.
"Keep, how are you feeling now, Miki?"
"Hem, I don't know. If he comes back and meets me again, maybe I'll express my feelings again. It's not easy to forget the person you first loved so much, San!" cantika said with a distant look ahead.
Hasan understands now. Cantika could have changed, if only he could have gotten Miki's heart. Hasan tried to regulate his breathing to be calmer. He'll assume everything he saw just now, never happened. He'll pretend to know nothing.
Hasan had his own way of getting Cantika closer to Miki. Of course, because Hasan was not willing if Hana had to go back with Miki. For now, Hannah is his wife. Hasan is going to make a show for this.
"Cantika, I'm sure, you can get Miki's heart, as long as you never give up. Keep fighting for him" Hasan said, patting Cantika on the shoulder.
Cantika glanced at Hasan's hand which was now on his shoulder. Cantika did not expect, if Hasan cared about him.
"But I like you now, San!" reply Cantika.
"I'm not the easiest person to fall in love with, Can! You'll be harder to get me. Better, we'll just. I'll help you make Miki's sketch" Hasan replied with a smile.
Cantika frowned at the sign of not understanding.
"Do you know him?" tanya Cantika.
"Well, because of the person you told me about ... My own brother" said Hasan, folding his hands on his chest.