HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 18

After saying goodbye to her boss, Hana slid into a store that provided complete cake ingredients.

The next day, with the intention of bismillah, early morning Hana and Mira visited me in the kitchen to make a recipe for three types of cakes. Potato doughnuts, steamed pandanus balls and brownies. Hana had prepared for the afternoon, until in the morning blind they both had to execute.

"Hmmm, the fragrance of cakes made by father's favorite son. Ask dong!" seductive Father smelled a scent that made the worms inside the stomach squirm.

"Dad, just a praised child, a mother who every day purify the clothes of Father, masakin Father, clean the house of Father, and others if done 24 hours a day is not enough, just not enough, never appreciated by Dad!" renuk Bu Mira to her husband.

"Wow, someone's jealous. Yes, Hana's mother is ahemmm, beautiful. Must be the one who made that sponge Ijo mom? Seger seger Harun. Try me for a cup of coffee!" rayu Pak Hadi smiled, poking his wife's chin that looks embarrassed.

"What do you want to give as appreciation? Want to buy a car, waduh not dong! Dad's money is not enough, just to buy a motorbike. Didn't you get on the bike? Even more friendly, can bend the waist, sitting decketan, different from the car, sitting far away." seduce the father again.

"Dad don't have to mostly talk, if you can't buy a car don't have to say that Indeed who also wants a car? when did you say that."

"Better, eat the steamed sponge, delicious, make full. So his mouth can come out when he's full!" mom put a slice of sponge in Dad's mouth.

"Ehmmm, cieee, some nostalgic nih. Yes already from the eyes zina that again dear love, take a shower first, ah!" Hana immediately went to her room to clean the body, then she would go around peddling her homemade cake. Not minding the cry of his mother because it has not finished wrapping the pieces of cake to put in the container.

At half-eight hours, all are ready. 6 pieces of sealware containing three types of cakes will be entrusted to the store, each containing 10 pieces of various toping donuts, including, 10 Sponge cakes and 10 brownies for starters. All were put in baskets in the back seat of Hana's bike.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's. The intention of ingsun to pick up sustenance.

At ten in the morning, Hana was home again.

"Thank God, it looks good, Han?" bu Mira's voice shocked Hana who was opening the helmet.

"Alhamdulillah, may Mom! There was no rejection from the store that Hana was entrusted with. In fact, Ms. Rodiah, the mother of Hana's school canteen at Junior High, asked for two boxes directly. So there were 5 stores that Hana was tipping."

"Thank God. Good start, Hana. Yes, now rest! From 3 am you wake up, must be tired now!" Ms. Mira stroked the head of her hijab-wrapped son.

Hana was on the living room couch, when her phone rang.

The image he calls...

"Woi, have a heart Lo ya! We left us. No wind no rain, suddenly resigned. What's the matter, Lo?" Hana chuckles to see Princess and Citra on the screen, they look sewot and do not accept her resign.

"Yes, sory! I thought his mind had arrived. Mom made sure I had a cake business, this was I just went home with a cake to the store shop. Still at home, stop by! I give you free tis!"

"God, mo Strike Lo, let us not be angry with Lo!"

"Yes, I'm Lo!" added Princess.

Hana chuckled, then exclaimed.

"Hey, behind there's a boss! Watch out for spray!" The two girls wave, thinking there really is a bus behind them.

"Dead me!"

"Dead me!" say them simultaneously. Then turn around. Clown, then look at each other.

"Damn it, we're being bullied by Hana!"

Mumbled them at the same time. There are only customers who are shopping.

While Hana at home laughed, until her tears came out.

"Hahaha.gimhow did they react?"

"Why laugh, Han? Is something funny?" the mother sat in front of Hana. Watching his son laugh happily.

"It's Mom! The same image of the Princess was on the phone, angry and not clear because I resigned suddenly and did not say say. I bo'ongin a boss behind them, again watch them. Auto deh, they're drunk. hehehe!" mom also shook her head.

"Hmmm, jail you too, Han!" comments by Ms. Mira.

"Disease, Mom! They also often ngisengin Hana with other friends. Biasalah, if it's not exciting, the important thing is not to harm."

"Yes, Mom, calm down. It's all right, I just checked the goods. Stay later wait for information from the stalls and shops that Hana entrusted." Ms. Mira nodded, she hoped that Hana's efforts would expand this time, so that Hana would not find it difficult to find a job that would require her to leave the house all day.

"Thin thin! a car stopped in front of Hana's fence.

"Loh, Mum! that was Farid's car. Tumben here, son!" said Hana who loosened her face and looked from where she was sitting.

"Hush, you can't do that. Maybe they are busy!" reprimand Bu Mira to her son.

"Salamualaikum!" greet a woman, she is the budenya Hana, the brother of Mr. Hadi.

"Waalaikum hail warahmatullah!" hana and her mother answered.

"Hana, waah! Ponakan Aunty has long been the right to look more beautiful!" Bude Sofia hugged Hana tightly, kissing the girl's left and right cheeks. Sofia's two bude children were boys, that's why she loved Hana so much as her own son.

"Dek Mira, we're the son? Let Farid stay here, keep Hana at my house. A week!" cerocos Sofia, after they sat down casually in the guest room.

"God, you are madam! It's always been that if you come here. But maybe, if it's just a week, but his son would not?" Bu Mira looked at Hana and Farid who were sitting on the front sofa alternately.

"Bude it's just there. Gini aja deh, Hana want to be Bude's son for a week, on the condition that Farid married first, only later I will nginep in the bude house for a week."

"Well, if your requirements are heavy, Deck! Unless you want to know your temen, the most beautiful for the prospective bini masmu!" celtuk Farid who had been focusing on his flat object. Make Hana cut down and throw a couch cushion at her cousin.

"Huuu, that mediocre face, want a pretty girl. Go ahead, ngaca!" Hana and Farid used to tease each other, making fun of each other while joking.

"Where's the cake to buy, Mira's deck? It's delicious, it's on the tongue!" bude Sofia brandished the pandan sponge cake she held.

"This is the story, Hana began today to make small cake business. Tucked into the warung. While cuddling the money to rent the store later" Ms. Mira who answered her in-laws' questions.

Bude Sofia widened her eyes.

"Ah, is this really made by Hana? Wow, this can be this business! I'm sure it will sell sweet cake." Bude Sofia was so enthusiastic, even widened the eyes of disbelief.

" Doain yes mbak, who knows this is Hana's income, no need to be difficult to be an employee."

Bude Sofia gave her thumb.

"I support one hundred percent. Bude also wanted to be invited joinan. Bude who gives a fee, you who run his business, plant shares that's the cool term."

"Follow, Bude. For now has not bude, still stubs. I don't know what the prospects are either. Maybe someday if it can be developed and need capital, I will tell bude!"

"Eee, don't be so pessimistic! "Bude is sure, your efforts can grow. Anyway mah, Bude supports one hundred percent with prayer. May this be your field of sustenance, Hana!" bude Sofia said sincerely.

"Aamiin aamie! Thank you bude for praying. Well, so moodbooster Hana nih, the first day already there is a muji guji gini." The four people laughed.

"Well, if Farid, he likes donuts. Cute and creamy." Farid straightened his seat, as if remembering something.

"Bun, instead of a few more days mother turn can arisan ya! Why don't you ask Hana to make the cake?" Sofia flicked her finger.

"Good idea, Farid. All of Hana's business promoins to Bude's friends. Bude needs 30 boxes of cake. Uh, all Bude want to share with the neighbors. Mmm, 50 boxes. It's four of a kind, five of a drink."

"Where's Han, how about it?" Hana of course was happy. With a smile, he nodded.

"It's Allaah, Bude. Ashkim!" she looked at Mira who was also smiling happily.

The next day, as was yesterday, the routine of mother and son was fighting in the kitchen. This time it was added with a filling pastel.

Hana kissed her mother and father's hands before leaving for the stall.

"Hopefully sweet!" father's prayers are with Mira and Hana.

"Hana, the cake is selling! Many are disappointed because they are not. If I could ask for two boxes today!" hana's gratitude extended in her heart, with a sparkling face she nodded steadily. All the cakes he left behind were left. Two of them ask for a portion. Now in a big basket Hana lives 3 boxes of cake. He had been thinking from yesterday where he would offer the cake. Until the moment at the gate of an SD, he was shocked because someone called him.

"Hana...!"