HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 1

In the morning it seemed a thin fog enveloped the earth, the air felt cold and fresh. While the wet ground signifies new rain, the sun is also still reluctant to come out of hiding.

Hana Pertiwi, a sweet 23-year-old girl opened her bedroom window. The chirping of birds sounded earthy, the cool air instantly burst into Hana's room, making the owner of the room breathe with relief and inhale it deeply. Repeatedly.

Hana, her nickname, is a sweet, simple girl with little chubby cheeks who has beautiful dimples when smiling. With a body that is not too high, yellow skinned and hijab. Hana is very liked by her friends because she is a supple child, likes to help if there are friends who are in trouble.

His love story begins at noon today, when he is asked by the mother to shop for household needs that are thinning at home. Armed with a note paper he shopped from a convenience store located about 4 kilometers from his home.

Hana had finished shopping, she had just come out of the fairly crowded store, then drove her motorcycle matic to go home with a cardboard grocer on the front footstep, and then drove home, he drove at moderate speed as he exited the shop area. Unexpectedly, there arrived a motorcycle with a sound exhaust so loud sliding too steep with her bike that made Hana surprised and lost balance.

BRAAAKKK!!

Hana's bicycle rolled to the left and Hana fell down, all happened so fast, making Hana's palm blisters and the severity of Hana's foot on the foot of her motorbike matic foot so scuffed and bloody. And it looks like Hana's leg is sprained. The motorcyclist's man realized there was someone who fell behind him immediately stopped the speed of the motorbike, and returned to Hana who was lying under his motorbike matic. Some people who saw Hana fall immediately came to help.

"Awww!, it hurts!" Hana grimaced in pain when her bike was lifted, she immediately stood up helped by a middle-aged man beside her. "Slow down mbak!" said the man

"Thank you sir, but it looks like my leg is sprained!" Hana felt pain in her ankle and could not stand up straight. Blood also seeped from the legs which turned out to be quite deep wounds.

The disgusted Hana with the blood red color goosebumps looking at her own blood, it felt like she wanted to faint right then and there, but she held it as hard as she could.

"This is how I fell, I didn't miss you!" the man who nudged him earlier.

"Eh mas! this might fall even angry, should be helped dong immediately! Look at his feet bleeding!" Excited a mother who joined Hana. Hana still felt pain, there was no power to answer the word of the motorcyclist. Fortunately, Hana's groceries were included in the cardboard and dikakban earlier so it was safe not to fall apart.

"That's the responsibility I've made her fall, take her to the clinic to be treated, the clinic deket looks from here!"

said the other mother.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm responsible, otherwise I didn't stop!" the man was a little upset.

"Can you ride on my bike?"

"Please help me get on the bike!" he asked for help from a father.

The man who helped Hana stand up also helped Hana to ride on the man's motor sport, while Hana's motorbike was secured by the shop security.

"Why did you fall, I didn't nudge you?" the question that was repeated earlier because it had not received an answer from Hana.

"It's a good thing not on the highway, you can run out earlier. If the bike ride is consistent, do not while daydreaming." Omel the man drove his motorbike to the nearest clinic.

"I was shocked to hear the sound of the exhaust you fasted really kept too tight earlier, so I suddenly brake, the front brake again, so goosebumps. That's where the road is rame again why you also ride the speeding bike too!" now replace the nagging Hana. He who got hit, he also got scorned.

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry, told my mother to buy me something. And I made the same deal earlier, cancel it all because of you!"

"Hhhh, I'm the bad one, I'm the one who's in pain, I'm the one who's wronged too. Fate again apes!" Hana grumbled in the back seat of the man's bike.

They arrived at the clinic. With great difficulty Hana got down and limped towards the terrace of the clinic. The man who wanted to help her, he shook his hand.

"I just want to help you. Let's get there fast!" he pointed at the terrace of the clinic, but Hana still shook her head.

"Not mahram!" said Hana Ketus, even though she actually felt a lot of pain. Her sweat drenched her half-covered forehead.

"Bas stubborn, it's been a pain that still doesn't think mahram, weird chick!" the man's grunt was shrill, yet Hana could still hear.

"Whose name are you?" asked the man but Hana was silent would not answer, half annoyed that the man walked quickly first to the registration room, and soon came out again because there were no patients queuing.

"Come on, go straight into the doctor's room!"

"Bak Dewi why? Can I help you?" Hana. Who's Goddess?

"He fell off the bike, Mom, his legs were bleeding!" Hana just realized if what the Goddess meant was herself.

"So I asked your name you did not answer, I just give you the name of the Goddess!" the man whispered and smiled faintly beside Hana, as Hana looked at him wanting to raise a protest.

Although Hana was glaring, in fact her heart was pounding staring at the man who was staring intently at her that close, only a distance of not half a meter.

Hana was lying on the patient's bed, she folded and bit her lips because the wounds she had suffered had caused a great pain. When I just fell, it didn't feel that bad.

"Well, this is a wound deep enough mbak Dewi, this can not be sewn, because the wound is gaping. I stick the plaster, and the torn meat will grow by itself" said the doctor smiled knot.

The medics cleaned Hana's wounds, then attached a net covering the wound and the latter covered her with plaster.

After receiving the medicine and paying for Hana's treatment, the man takes Hana away from the place.

Hana's legs are getting sore, so even walking is very difficult.

"Where's your house I'm taking you!" asked the man after they got on the bike and he drove it slowly eastward.

"Udah, the road will be crossed by three decks of the park, turn right!" hana directs.

"Well, there's a black fence. Stop there!" The man followed Hana's directions, and deflected his bicycle into the house in cream paint.

The man stopped his bike near the porch of Hana's house, at which time Mira's mother, Hana's mother opened the door and was shocked.

"Well, Hana? Why are you, son?"