HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 25

Randy stops the bike a little far from the guy named Salman who parked his car, opens the gate and then puts the car into the yard of a modern minimalist house. Randy also took some pictures for him to save, and recorded his address. After that, he turned the motor back and drove the motor quickly.

Randy was restless in his sleep, he was flipping, rolling back and forth on his beloved bed, but did not find a comfortable position to sleep in. The contents of his head is how he can express his feelings to Hana, the sooner the better. Really, he is not willing if his girl is close to another man. Especially until the first man named Salman. Oh, BIG NO.

Randy fell asleep around midnight, and as the clock pointed at number 2, he woke up again. I don't know why he didn't feel sleepy, but he slept for only two hours.

He just remembered something, with a step that was a bit dragged because his body felt sore all, Randy walked to the kitchen, drank warm water, then headed to the bathroom, performed hajat and the last ablution. Something he rarely does after his cafe business is getting crowded.

*Yes Allaah, forgive this selfless servant of yours.

After wearing a sarong, Koko's clothes and peci as a complement, Randy held a prayer mat and solemnly in the third of the night was honoured to the Creator. Steady heart and mind, begging for the best that God has chosen for him, his life, his future. Begging to be rushed to find his soul mate. And the latter pleaded for the healing of his adoptive sister, Yuri.

At half-three in the morning, he took off the peci and put it on his room table. Suddenly he felt an incredible drowsiness, he immediately fell asleep. And opened his eyes reluctantly when the voice of the vegetable maker shouted in front of his house.

"Vegetables...!"

"Astaghfirullahaladzim." he immediately woke up. Out there the day was bright, and there were babbles from mothers who bought vegetables, and there were some who bid the price.

"This mustard how much is a bang?" ask a mother.

"Triple a thousand, Mom! Cheap really!" answer the vegetable.

"Day all prices go up, which does not go up just milk, just in the chest, Mom! hehe!" canda Abang vegetable. Which was answered by the mothers.

Huuuuu

"Ih, lower the price, Bang. I'm gonna buy 2 five thousand ties, okay?" haggling a mother again.

"Wow, Mom! at the end of there even I sold four thousand one tie, his mother did not care. Even buy three ties." Grunts Brother Vegetables, and it's all recorded clearly in Randy's hearing, either the sound of the mothers who are too tight or indeed the room that is too close to the road.

"Sayur sayuur!" bang Exclaimed the greengrocer saw the mother who was standing some distance away, intending to seek attention so that the mothers approached her.

"Mang, it was a vegetable that was brought here, still called. Did the vegetables know you called?" a mother's chirp meant to joke while giggling. Bang the greengrocer was heard laughing, because the person really likes to be funny.

"Yes, I forgot. After this vegetable is not nyari called as well...!" Randy smiled at the babbling of the people up ahead. He then took ablution, already bad luck doing his dawn.

At eight-thirty minutes, Randy prepared to head out to the cafe. Motor sport coupled with his Honda jazz car.

"Sorry, Hana. I'm a lot of bo'ong with you. I don't know if the cafe is mine, and the car is. And this house awaits you to be the mistress, the wife of the owner of this house. Hana Pertiwi, aka lady Randy Pangestu. Aamiin's." Randy murmured and smiled hallucinating if Hana would come and inhabit this house with him, and their children later.

Come on, Randy. It's too early to think that she will be your wifey.

Randy wears his helmet, and starts his favorite motorcycle.

Bismillah, hopefully my dream will come true. With the spirit of 45 he drove the motor to the house of Mr. Hadi.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Miss Mira!" greet Randy who found Miss Mira in front of the house, just threw out the trash. And carrying a bag, it looks like it's coming out. And he was surprised to see Hana's bike still parked.

"Waalaikum greetings, son Randy is not here long? Very busy, huh?" Randy nodded.

"Hana, today don't make cakes, ma'am?" randy asked astonished because usually at this hour Hana was out of the house, to leave the cake to the stall.

"Well, don't you say the same to Randy?"

"Well, sorry about that. Maybe Hana's forgetfulness. Today is the same tomorrow Hana holiday making cake, because she went to her friend's wedding in the city of T. He just left for the station with his father!" Randy frowned at Miss Mira's explanation.

"What, Mom? So, Hana's gone?" Mira nodded.

"Well, ma'am?" Randy's. Mira nodded again.

"Guman both the Princess, the show this afternoon, continued afternoon if there is a train schedule she wants to go straight home. But if not, it means a lot of Hana's wangsule!" obviously Mira with mixed language, made Randy sigh disappointed.

"Oh, thanks for the info, Mom! inshaa Alloh I will come again if Hana is home. Someone wants me to talk to Hana. Excuse me, assalamu'alaikum!"

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullah" replied Mira, he stared at Randy's departure until the motorcycle trail he was driving was not seen again.

"Morning dahapelin prospective ghost, why Hananya not seen, Mom! Especially fighting? The problem is also the name of the young man, now fighting awhile also better itself" the story of Bu Daniel arrived from behind, making Bu Mira look back.

" Ih, Miss Daniel this is pretentious. To be really, even though who likes to fight to the astonishment until here the slam is Miss Daniel. Moreover, his son tuh, if screamed very fast, hurt my ears as the closest neighbor, Mom!" Ms. Daniel did not answer and went straight into her yard without excuse. His mouth was comatose and grumbling indistinctly.

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Time passed so quickly, now came the time for Hana and Princess to go to the next town to attend the wedding of Nia his best friend.

He was very happy because this was his chance to take the train. Actually he could have ridden his matic bike, alternating with the Princess. But thought rather than he was exhausted up there, tried to ride a means of transportation that he had never tried before. More than curiosity actually.

That morning he was ready, last night he put all his equipment in a backpack. Starting from clothes, shoes and make-up tools. The scheduled departure of the train at 8 am, thirty minutes before he should have arrived. If the trip is smooth it takes 20 minutes to get to the station.

Now it's showing seven 10 minutes. Hana said goodbye to her mother, she wanted to be careful so that the only girl did not meet obstacles while on the train.

"Hana say goodbye first, Mom, Insya Alloh later in the afternoon if there is a train schedule, Hana went straight home. If not, come home tomorrow morning, Mom!" tell Hana to her mother.

"Be careful on the road, if you suggest better tomorrow morning. Because I'm still thinking about what you went through last time."

"Don't happen again!"

"Of course, mom. Hana's hearty."

"Greetings to the Beautiful Ma!" Hana nodded.

"Yes, Mom! Assalamu'alaikum." he said goodbye to his mother while kissing the back of her hand. He soon passed to his father who was ready on a motorcycle.

"Freaking" his screeches imitated the jargon of a soap opera artist.

Hana's father escorted and waited until the train arrived. There was already a Princess who was also escorted by her father, they sat in the waiting chair on the platform of the station. The atmosphere of many people passed by. They're like Hana, taking the train. Hana took out the phone and looked at the time, from the information she had just heard through the station toa, thought that approximately five minutes more train would arrive.

"Put, it's my first time riding the train. Nervous is also!" The princess laughed when she heard it.

"Ih, you spoiled child. Yes, yes, you know where Dad escorted, Yes Dad? This is Hadi's dad's umbrella?" the Princess's tease on Hana who scowled heard it.

"Yes, his name is also a child of mere puppets, who else is loved if not Hana?" Pak Hadi embraced the friendly shoulder of Hana while laughing. The Princess laughed when she heard it.

Finally the awaited arrived, the noise of the train coming ringing in the ears and the vibration was very felt. When the train stopped, there were many people in line to get down, but some were still sitting in the carriage. Apparently their journey still continues, not yet to its destination.

When the people who got off the train ran out, Hana and Putri lined up to ride in the carriage.

"Assalamu'alaikum Well, Hana left first, yes!" he said while kissing his father's hand.

After getting her seat Hana felt relieved. He placed his bag over the trunk, then sat himself in the seat according to the number listed on the ticket.

He turned to his father and waved his hand before the train left. So did the Princess, who had many times taken the train more accustomed, just turned her head on her father outside the carriage. From Dad's mouth, it looks like his dad said his heart was on the road, Hana!

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...Seriate........