HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 11

Why, Han? so lethargic!" ask your mom when they get to the dinner table for breakfast.

"Custom, Mom! I like to get a little dizzy when it's another day!" Hana put the Sling bag on the back of her chair, then picked up the plate and scooped up the rice.

"Eating a lot of protein foods, like eggs just tofu!" exclaim the mother while picking up eggs and tofu balado seasoning.

"Also multiply vegetables, like broccoli like toge like this!" while also taking broccoli and toge.

"Later to make milk, now drink water first. The milk runs out, you buy it at work, yeah!" mother's advice is always repeated, if the anemia relapses.

"Tomorrow the mother masakin vegetable spinach as well, rich in iron let the anemia subside!" continue to talk before you start preparing rice.

In the afternoon, Hana who had put Randy's jacket in her bicycle seat was worried. Either return him to Randy's workplace, or return him if they just meet. Frankly his heart worked hard pumping blood too hard, if he met the young man especially if he was looking at him with the glare of his sharp eyes.

He was afraid of having a heart attack and suddenly his tongue was twisted when talking to him. But he had an obligation to return the jacket immediately. Fear that the jacket is the only one or the owner needs to wear it.

Hmmm, if you think about it, how like Randy's brother is not suitable to be an employee there, actually said the Princess he fits it as the owner of the place. In terms of appearance. But time anyway! Aw, bodo!

"Woy! Just daydream!" The princess patted Hana's shoulder a little hard, until the owner grimaced. Shame and pain.

"What daydream? Remember the Randy Babang yes, hihihi!" Hana glanced sharply at her colleague. The one glanced at casually picked up Hana's potato cheese stick.

My heart is broken, my heart is broken

Everything went wrong

I want to eat, please,

I remember you

I'm going to bed, please,

I also remember you

I'm going to go, please,

I remember you

Oh love, oh,

why all of you?

I'm confused, though,

I remember you

I'm sad, though,

I also remember you

I'm bored, though,

I remember you

Oh love, oh,

is this when I fall, I fall in love?

Everyone laughed at my behavior

Which is so erratic

It's wrong, and so is wrong

I asked why

With the rest of the Princess with her fake voice singing the song belonging to his ex-Maia Ahmad, and immediately got the impingement pen from Hana.

"Woy, sick tau! Therefore, if you eat, do not while dreaming. I want to finish the break. Have you prayed yet?"

"I'm in a dappet!" hana replied while chewing her food.

"Dam!" The princess approached Hana again.

"Why?"

"I'm being proposed next week!" whispered the Princess by Hana's ear.

"Kalem Han, kalem!" said the Princess gave mineral water to Hana.

"Why the hell, Lo?" Hana shook her head after wiping her mouth with a tissue.

"Yes, it's okay! Come with me, but he said yesterday you still want to be with us."

"Yes that. Ortu si Bima wants us to get married.

His mother is old, though,

want to hold her grandson...! "

The princess even sang to make Hana close her ears while laughing. His voice was crisp and discordant. Different 180 degrees with the Bima who is rather quiet. Maybe it's called a soul mate, complement each other, cover each other's shortcomings.

"Yes, after all, you have been dating for a long time, immediately in halalin aja, so as not to add sin!" hana's lecture that the Princess agreed to while nodding deeply.

"Remember, ustadzah Hana!"

Hana is recording sales today to be forwarded to the manager, some employees have gone home, the harmonica door has been closed leaving a small part of it slightly open.

"Han, we go home first!" Image saying goodbye to some of his friends.

"Yes, Titi dije!" he said without taking a look at the screen alternating with the keypad. Before long, he turned off his computer and followed his friend home.

He had reached the parking lot, when a motorbike stopped nearby, a man smiled as he got off his bike.

Him again!

"You're shopping, uh it's closed!" exclaimed the guy chuckled, Hana cut down.

Haah, doang mode.

"Would you like to go home, Han?" Hana just nodded, then rode her motorcycle which did not escape the attention of the guy. Then Hannah remembered something.

"Eh, brother Randy, hold on!

I brought Randy's jacket!" Hana got off the bike again, opened the seat and pulled out a thick black crackle from the seat.

"So the plan is now I'm going to Randy's place of work, but it turns out Randy's brother is here. Yeah, well, I give you the jacket."

"Thank you again, Randy. I've minjemin my jacket, I've washed it." Randy received a crackle installment from Hana.

"Haha, it turns out we're one server!" randy said as he looked at Hana, Hana furrowed her eyebrows at Randy who smiled in front of him without a blink.

"Huh, ma_ means?"

"So he said he was going to work, right? Yes, there yuk now I buy a meal at the cafe next door. There is also a mushala there if you want to pray!" take Randy seriously, but make Hana remember yesterday when Randy saw a flag nicknamed Hinomaru in his pants, his face reddened. Put where the face is, alamak. Hana also turned her gaze to any direction, which is important not to the face of Randy.

"Gak ah, want to go home, likes to be interrogated if you come home late with bokap nyokap!" reject Hana crotchety, cover up the shame.

He forgot what, yesterday was still leaking, fortunately if it was amnesia. I am not ashamed to be ashamed.

"Ahaha, yes, I forgot. Yesterday you still got a leak, surely now still." Randy gave a smile, seeing Hana's face growing red like a tomato.

"Ish, it's getting quipped again!" hana protests with pursed lips. Randy added his big smile, not far from there, the security guard smiled at those who looked like lovers. The guy persuades his sulking girl. The day is approaching Maghrib and it's a bit drizzling.

"Yes already. Malem hunt. Heart on the road!" Hana nodded slowly, feeling her heart expand upon Randy's attention.

The day is dark, only the street lights that illuminate make the atmosphere more beautiful, plus the spatter more and more often falls.

"Ish, less than one kilometer away, let's be patient with you jan, rain bin rain bint mathar!" hana grumbled with an unclear accent.

"This is why try again!" suddenly Hana's motorbike felt unbalanced, the road to his house looks lonely if this Maghrib. Residents of the community around the neighborhood Hana house is very anti out in the evening, only people who will go to the mosque or mosque that comes out at that time. And people who from traveling far away.

Hana stopped her bike which turned out to be a leaky rear tire.

Astarghfirullah's. It turned out to leak, less a little more when, do I have to lead this motorcycle to the house? There are no tire repairmen here. Where's the grave again. The hikks!

Just two hundred meters Hana guided her striking motorbike, she was made to creep with someone's greeting.

"Hi beautiful? Alone only. Why is the bike, breaking down? Running out of gas?" Hana. Two men dressed as thugs smile while raising their eyebrows following Hana's steps beside and behind Hana.

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