HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 12

"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.

"We got a prey, Tom! ahaha!" one of them said with a horrible laugh.

"Heh, what do you want? Just go! I don't need your help!" hardik Hana pretended to be brave, bluffing both of them, but the two even laughed out loud between the sound of the Adhan echoing from a distance. One of the two men brazenly held Hana's bike, so Hana inevitably stopped her steps and stepped on her bike, because of course the bike could not go forward even though two pushed her strongly. Still less powerful with the power of that creepy-looking, tattooed man.

"Ahaha, that's a pretty dong neng. We like brave girls, more steady!!" they both laughed again.

"We just want to nolongin neng beautiful, continue to nenengin neng beautiful. Is it our fault, Tom? We are so much the same!" the tattooed cungkring man called Tom laughed with a grin. The rain is getting heavier now. Of course in this situation the atmosphere was so gripping for Hana. He glanced to the left and to the right, hoping that someone would pass by.

"Yuk, ah neng is beautiful. Stay here, let's help push the bike. Now, let's just have a good time!"

Yes Alloh, help me! Forgive me for all the sins I have committed! Send me a rescue angel, O Allah. Hana's screams.

Hana just resigned while praying with trembling legs. While thinking how he could run from that place. Both men were on his left and right.

"Beautiful gang, come on, don't be so stubborn! There is a hut of romance, which can warm us in the cold weather. Beautiful neng is also wet with rain. Yuk, I'm carrying there, neng!" the two men moved closer to Hana.

"Go you! go!" Hana nets her Sling bag, but is instead caught by a shorter burly man. The two grew up laughing happily, staring at their prey in fear under the dim light of the lamp.

"Go kaliann! Ahhhh! Ibuuuu!" both men managed to catch both hands of Hana. Then drag him following them. At that moment there was the sound of a bicycle roaring from a distance.

O God, send this despicable servant angel! inner Hana while thrashing and screaming to be released.

"Please, please let me go. I'll give you your money, but please let me go, don't force me!" hana's screams almost ran out of energy to thrash. The two men managed to drag Hana away a few meters from her bike by the roadside, with all her strength left, Hana trying to stay on the road, so that he could ask for help to the owner of the bicycle whose voice sounded closer, because the two men dragged into the back of a wall. There was a chance he stepped on the leg of one of them, until the man complained loudly and released his hand.

"Aaduuah!"

"Nonsense, you dare to be beautiful!" hardik the other man pulled Hana's hand even harder, quickly Hana's hands were free to open the helmet and hit it right at the bottom of the stomach. He screams in pain.

"I rang a jar!" Hana was about to run, but the hand of the man she stepped on her foot caught her. And about the hood. At that moment a motor whose voice roared earlier slowed down its speed and stopped. Motorbike riders remained seated on the motorcycle seats and nggleyer nggleyer gas motor until the sound roared causing noise in the afternoon.

"Hey let him go!" shouted the motorcycle rider. The focus of the two men was on the cyclist, until Hana freely hit her helmet right on the groin until the man also shouted in pain and released his hand checks.

Hana ran towards the motorcyclist and in tears she said.

"Please save me! I'm..."

"Hey, don't interfere in our affairs!"

"Don't run, you brash!" the two men try to catch up, but Randy immediately drops his bike leaving the two men still holding his groin grimacing.

"Well, almost got the prey. Shit!" the two men stared at the motorbike which was getting further away under the heavy rain.

Meanwhile Hana rubbed her tears mixed with rain water. Randy who hugged him was silent with his own thoughts.

"Luckily I came at the right time, Han! I was feeling bad, somehow I want to go to your house!" the motor has entered Hana's courtyard. Hana hurried down and went straight into the house that had been opened by her mother who was still wearing mukena.

"Well, Han! it's so wet!" astonished by Mira, but Hana did not answer him and went straight to her room. Ms. Mira instead notices Randy who is still opening the helmet and raincoat attached to his body.

"Mother Night! Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Waalaikum salam. Where's Hana's bike?" Miss Mira who was astonished because Hana came home with a soaked body, coupled with Hana's bicycle that was not parked in place.

"Hana with me, Mom. Is Hadi sir?"

"Father is in mushala, ordinary! Let's get Randy in and sit down. I made you drink first, but look at Hana for a second." Ms. Mira shifted aside from the middle of the door to give Randy room to enter.

" I'm sorry, Mom! It seems like Hana needs a mother now, something has happened to Hana. Miss Mira just meet her first. Let me here wait for you to come home from Mushala!" Miss Mira jerks. Seemed he was eager to ask what had happened, but he obeyed Randy to meet his only child.

Tok to tok.

"Hana! it's mom, son. Open door!" there is no truth from within. Ms. Mira then pressed the door handle, unlocked. Bu Mira was surprised to see Hana sitting on the side of the bed with her face down, even she had not changed her wet clothes.

"Yes Alloh. Hana baby, you why son!"

Hana looked up with tears. Bu Mira's eyes look teary seeing her son so messed up.

"Momuuu! Hiccu..." Bu Mira took off her Mukenya, then approached her son with a crouch, aligning herself with Hana who was sitting on the floor with a puffy face.

"Come, Son! wakeup! Mother warmed the water, kept bathing" Mira was about to stand up to get out, but prevented Hana by hugging her tightly. Her crying was heart-wrenching.

"What happened to you, boy!" Ms. Mira hugged her son and did not care about her getting wet. His heart was feeling sliced, did something happen to that only child?