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"Assalamualaikum, Hana's home."

"This isn't Mama's house,"

"Oh yes, maap."

"Guilipinam,"

"Plate,"

The sound of friction on the floor makes Arkan divert his attention from the TV screen, and look at the origin of the sound. It turned out that the girl stepped lazily up the stairs towards the room while dragging her bag.

"God,"

"What?"

Hana looked lazily towards Arkan. Just being lazy, does not mean being lazy.

'Kasian also long ago galakin cave tu people,'

"But here,"

"Gee, not in the mood."

The guy frowned because of Hana's reply. That is, Hana's rare answer.

Usually the girl will only answer with 'hmm', 'bodo', and 'no'.

"Why what?"

"Mandi, lie down."

"Sholat don't forget,"

"Not so,"

"Oh,"

And the door of the room was closed. Arkan is still loyal to his confusion over the change in the girl's attitude.

"Tumben answered a little intention,"

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"Don't it, it's not too old?"

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"DAMN! GUA DOESN'T WANT TO BE A YOUNG WIDOWER!"

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"Astaghfirullah, he thought ngaco."

To get rid of his miscellaneous thoughts, Arkan turned on his phone and played a game there. Leave the TV on. Then sometimes he nags when his co-star does things that make him emotional.

"WOI! BEHIND THE BUILDING THERE IS!"

"DON'T! WE WAIT!"

"RUSH TO THE CAVE!"

"BEWARE!"

"YES DEAD! DAMN BIG CUPU AH!"

It ended with her phone screen slightly scratched as she threw it on the sofa but instead bounced to the floor.

"Precisely tempered glass,"

Arkan glanced at the door of his room and Hana was upstairs.

This house looks great if it is filled with only two people. Three bedrooms, two down, and one up. And three bathrooms. One in their room, one on the upper floor next to the small library, and the other next to the kitchen.

Imagine how much Hana likes to read until Mama provides a mini-library. It's not just a textbook and an encyclopaedia, it's a novel and some comics.

Learning has its share, right? Danger if too in the forsir.

"Usually when the cave screams just like playing, he goes along screaming while nagging,"

The man stepped up the stairs and stopped in front of the tightly closed door.

Has Hana finished her shower?

The girl spent a lot of time in the shower. At the earliest it may be 30 minutes, even then not shampooing. Shampooing may be 1 hour. Arkan was confused as to what the girl was doing while taking a bath. Maybe soaking in the flower water because after Hana finished bathing, the fragrance was as fragrant as it reached the living room on the lower floor.

'She thought Hana was bathing, astaghfirullah.'

His hand was raised to knock on the door. Though usually he will immediately open the door without knowing what condition Hana is in the room.

Fortunately, the girl was always in a safe condition, usually drying her hair. That's why Arkan is still alive today.

"Hana,"

"Why?"

In order for her voice to be heard outside, Hana slightly shouted from inside the room.

"Just in,"

As if reading Arkan's mind, the girl again said while slightly shouting.

The guy opens the door knob and finds Hana drying her hair in front of her dresser.

"Normally, they come in, too,"

Hana shook her head and Arkan just smiled like a fool, then sat on the bed. After realizing what he had just done because he saw the reaction of Hana who was staring at him amusedly through the reflection of a mirror, he gasped.

"That's a real smile you're rich in pedophiles,"

"Hina aja your husband continues,"

"Do not have to be told also will cave lakain kok. Get ready, "The girl chuckles.

Hana's different. It's been obvious.

He talks a lot, even makes jokes. Though previously the girl was very frugal to talk and Arkan always started the conversation and ended the tension of the girl who went up.

And Hana made her heart beat faster.

"Eh, btw,"

Because of her position still in front of the dresser and turned her back on Arkan, Hana raised her chin hinting 'why?' through the mirror to respond. The girl was still drying out some of the back hair.

"How's the road?"

"Still fighting you both?"

"Wrunning a fight?"

"Isn't it?"

"Emang why?"

"Why what?"

"Why is nanyain Haris?"

"Do you not care? Is it better?"

"Writtenly?"

Arkan ruffled his hair in frustration and dropped his body onto the mattress.

What kind of conversation only has questions?

To Arkan, Hana is too secretive and mysterious. At first he didn't care much. As long as there are no serious problems between them. Honestly, for some reason, he had felt victorious when Haris and Hana had a fight at that time. Classed.

"Who's home?"

"Deca. Why?"

"What's okay?"

"OBtrusive. Why?"

"HANA!"

Hana rounded her eyes hearing the man's tone rising. Is something wrong?

"Why? Wrong cave?"

"Try to answer the cave question without any more nanya. And stop asking 'why?'."

"Emang why?"

Arkan's eyes were blocked while Hana just laughed out loud and even flailed her dresser to the point of almost dropping a few bottles of perfume.

"Joking, wkwkwkwk."

The girl looked at Arkan through the reflection of a mirror. Still with laughter on his face.

And Arkan bewitched that look.

"Ecchem,"

A good reason to shift focus is to get a thump. The man then got up from the bed and stood behind Hana who was still sitting in front of the dressing table facing the mirror.

"Ngapain lu? Want some skincare too?"

He shook his head and watched every move Hana made.

How her slender hands stretched out to grab her elephant doll bando. Or his lentic finger that moves flatten skincare products on his face that is actually very healthy. Then her pretty eyes were blinking slowly. To her, Hana's slow and gentle wink had a charm of her own.

Hana's thick eyebrows are also very beautiful with their curved shape. Her sharp and slender jaw, her high cheekbones, her not-so-mannered but beautiful nose, her sultry lips

"Astaghfirullah,"

"Good, much-many istighfar lu. Please forgive me,"

And lastly, Hana's smile.

That's Arkan's favorite lately. How the corners of Hana's lips were pulled up and created a deep dimple on her right cheek. As well as a row of neat white teeth will also be present heeding the smile.

"Originally, the cave of serem is just like you."

Arkan.

Shit, he got caught red-handed.

"Kalo would like to muji directly say aja, 'Hana, you're really cute anyway'. It's not hard, is it?"

"That's a lot you bocil,"

"Yes, frog."

'Free, Hana. Free if you don't care.'

"Eatya don't miss being a bitch, tuh,"

"Today's cave wedge yeah,"

Hana pursed her lips and tidied up the part of her hair that touched her face slightly.

"Here, touch your face."

The girl turned around and looked at Arkan. "Cave sensitive lu see the cave of daritadi while smiling. There's got to be a point,"

The girl's story makes Arkan unkempt.

"Take the cave, pesen deh."

Eyes blinked. What did Hana say?

"Master?"

"Lu see the cave wants to ask for food pesenin right? Must be lu laper. The cave is also nih, chicken noodle pesenin dumplings same ice orange deh. My mom paid online earlier. There are promos too,"

The joy and disappointment that Arkan felt was now mixed.

"You basically don't care, it's hard."

"You cave does not care about you, the cave will not tell you to pesen food. The cave justin aja you die kelaperan,"

"GUA CAN ALSO TIMES ITS OWN FOOD PENS,"

"Yaudah pesen himself yes. No online pay, no promo. Bye, haHAHA."

"THE AGENT HIMSELF BUT USE YOUR HP,"

"Open up, do you know the password?"

"DORRY! You don't know the password of the cave, do you?"

"TAU HEY! 96851, right?"

"KOK YOU KNOW?!"

"Eat him so people don't be careless. Now, who doesn't care and who doesn't care?"

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