HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 19

"Hana!" someone called Hana not far from where he parked the bike, he turned to the source of the sound.

"Sister Randy! Why is he here?" hana muttered after knowing who called her. Randy runs over, he is seen from inside the school premises.

"Yesterday I went to the supermarket, Citra said you resigned?" ask Randu without further ado after getting close to Hana.

Randy then sees the box in the back seat of Hana's bike.

"Now you're selling cookies?" Hana nodded already at half 10. The heat of the sun stings the earth, but in the afternoon it rains heavily.

"Yes, this is my cake. Mother said than I work from morning to afternoon, mengingan me small business. We, especially me and my mother, are still traumatized by what happened. They finally asked me to resign from the supermarket."

"And I can only make cakes, brother! Many people say my cake is delicious. Randy's gonna try?" Hana opens one of the boxes, looks cake lined and stacked neatly.

"May, I'll take this ijo color sponge." before eating it Randy smelled the cake.

"Harum. So, this is your effort now? Good luck!" Randy bites the cake and nods a nod.

"Yes, really. Cute cake!" Randy looked at the cake in the box.

"So far, where are you going to take it?" ask again.

"Here, I still want to find customers, I want to go to the store at the intersection, there's a pretty rame shop, who knows what to cheat on this."

"Aah!" Randy flicked his finger.

"Han, the rest of this cake I bought all, yeah!" Hana looked at Randy in disbelief.

"Really, brother. Randy doesn't prank me, does he?" Randy laughed, Hana always hesitated.

"Suer! But, there are conditions. You come with me now and bring the cake. Not far, though! How's it?" Hana is silent considering Randy's offer.

"I can't take the box!" reason makes sense Randy. Because he was riding his sport bike parked not far from where they stood.

"Where is Randy going to take me, anyway?"

" Here, come along, and you know too. Come on, follow me!"

"No, maybe a kilo. The place is a bit into the alley anyway, not visible from the road! Wanna?" Hana nodded after a while.

"Well, this is Hana's place! This is where I was raised with the other children by Hilma's mother" Hana looked around the large place.

"If this hour is quiet, children at school, at the school we met was where my sister studied. I was an SD alumni too!" Randy told me without being asked. Just then a middle-aged mother who still looked beautiful came out of a room.

"Randy! Mother misses." said the woman with a big smile.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother of Hilma."

"Waalaikum salam. You haven't played here in a long time, Randy! Very busy!" hilma's mother's sulk turned to Hana who was standing next to Randy. It's not usually that the foster child brings the girl to the orphanage, it's even the first time. Randy has a special relationship with her.

"Well, there's been progress Randy came here with the girls. This must be your special girl, yes!" Randy laughed at his mother's guess. And it's true, Hana is a special girl to him, even though there has been no relationship more than friendship. He is still in the pedecate stage.

"Hehehe, doain and mother. This is called Hana. The house is not too far from here." Hana smiled at Mother Hilma, then regretted it.

"I'm Randy's parent, call me Mother Hilma. You're so beautiful, Hana. You're a good match!" babble mother Hilma.

"We're just friends, Mom!" hana exclaimed before the misunderstanding continued.

"Oh!" kentara once mother Hilma looks disappointed look on her face. But just for a moment, then smile again.

"Yes, at first he was friends, but long ago became friends!" Hana looked down and embarrassed. Randy's mother must have thought that no, and Randy just smiled and listened to their conversation without refuting, let alone clarifying that they were nothing more than friends.

Uh, guys, when were they friends.

"Mother, Randy brought the cake! It's a cake made by Hana, you know! Hana is again pioneering efforts to make cakes. Good, you must like it!" Randi took all three boxes from the basket on Hana's bike.

"really? Hopefully the business runs smoothly, which is like this mother likes an independent girl."

"Yeah, in! We're talking inside." Hana and Randy also entered following Hilma's mother, Randi carrying three boxes of cakes that he bought from Hana.

While not far from there, someone looked down and disappointed, Randy came with a girl who looked quite familiar.