HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 37

"Why did you suddenly talk about polygamy? Is there anything Randy's been hiding from me?"

"We're getting married soon. Honestly with Hana, this is what suddenly talks about the problem of polygamy. We have to open up to each other if there's a problem, there's nothing covered!" suddenly Randy stepped on the brake pedal, making Hana look around. He spoke at length and did not focus on where the car Randy was driving.

"Why are we here, instead of going to the cafe?" hana's astonished look was clear, Randy smiled at Hana who was confused.

"You said, right, we should be honest and open, nothing covered. And this, I'm again trying to open up to you. Show me something you don't know about me yet. Come on, let's get down!" although still with a look of wonder Hana obeyed Randy's invitation.

"I'm sorry, I said the car we used just had a friend. This is my own car!" Randy opened the gate of the house that was not locked.

"And this, the house that we're gonna live in after we're legally married." Randy turned to his interlocutor who looked still astonished at the mixed disbelief.

"Here, Randy's house?"

"In a moment, our house, baby. We'll spend the day after we get married here, it's hard to be happy in this house. Nurturing and raising our children here!" Randy opened the door. And let Hana in.

"I deliberately have not bought a lot of furniture in this house, because I was waiting for the prospective mistress who will fill it with furniture of her own choosing. Let the future mistress be at home later."

"Later, if there is free time we shop. Choose according to your taste and the appropriate one in this house." Randy took him around, saw all the contents of the house, even entered the room that was still empty but clean well maintained. Also introduced him to his house assistant.

"Cool design, Brother Randy designed the interior of this house?" Hana expressed her curiosity about the house, not too broad, but has aesthetic value that is impossible to design by ordinary people.

"There's a friend, he's an architect who helped me make my dream home a reality. I just gave directions as to what the picture of the imagination of the house that dreams, and he poured through the design of the picture.”

“ Pantesan, good, and classy. I like!”

“ Who used to dong, who had an idea!” randy jumawa said. He touched the collar of his shirt. Then Hana said and made it seem as if she had fallen from a height.

“Yee, what I said was cool, nice and classy was the architect. Pede very Bang!”

“Clearly, pede lah. I have an idea after all. And the architect who translates through drawings and sketches. And the contractor who is the executor of the construction. ” Randy smiles, glances at his beautiful wife-to-be. Especially when the girl smiled, the dimples on both cheeks made Randy dear even though he just wanted to turn his head. Afraid the dimples are gone.

“Diiyain aja deh.” Hana relented. He puts his shoulders. For a moment they were silent.

“What?” snapping Hana when she found out Randy kept watching her in silence.

“What is it?” ask Randy sok ngeles.

“Yee, basic. Randy continued to observe. Don't know what I am?” cebik Hana looked away, pretentious to look elsewhere, to master the groggy taste.

Randy just smelled a smile while still watching Hana.

“Come, ah! He said he was going to the cafe. Do not over time chat alone here, there is a third demon.”

“Well, there's aunty!”

But Randy did not stop following Hana's will.

They leave the house after being satisfied to see the contents of the house. A full day Hana accompanies Randy in a cafe that he claims is his. After a while ago he said he was just a confidant who was assigned to the boss or cafe owner.

At first Hana pouted and said that Randy lied to her a lot.

But finally he can accept the reason behind Randy's lie, that he deliberately did it because he wanted to get a girl who really sincerely loved him. Not looking at property as the main reference to marry him. And Hana, whom Randy sees as a hard worker, is the girl who meets his criteria as a future companion. Especially if you look at the background of Hana who has a harmonious family, and is obedient in practicing religion.

In the afternoon, Maghrib Randy drove Hana home. First they stopped by the mosque when they heard the melodious sound of the Adhan on the way home.

Hana and Randy look at each other while in the yard of Hana's house parked neatly a white car that Hana recognizes as Salman's car, Hana's schoolmate.

Randy, who intended to go straight back to the cafe to undo the intention, he entered Mr. Hadi's house.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Dad!” deliberately he called Mr. Hadi father, let the man in front who was sitting on a sofa and looking at him sharply know, his closeness and prospective in-laws.

“Waalaikum greetings. Where'd you guys go all day?”

Salman commented on the faint smile, as Randy sat across the table with him. Mr. Hadi and Hana had already left the room.

“Hai, have you been here long? If it's not wrong, you've come to the cafe De Amor right?"

"It needs to be the same, Hadi? His work buddy Mr Hadi?” Randy greets Salman, half-sniffing him.

“Not, I'm looking for his son.” Salman replied no less. Randy smiled obliquely.

“The son of Mr. Hadi is just one, namely Hana. And she's gonna be married to me soon. So, why are you looking for him?”

“Do not exist, yes!” sewot Salman is angry.

“I as her future husband deserve to know. We have been engaged some time ago and another month we are getting married.” Randy's lengthy remarks left Salman somewhat surprised. He noticed Hana who had just come out carrying a tray containing two glasses of sweet tea and a plate of fried spring rolls.

“Please drink tea, Brother Randy, mas Salman! Warm hump. This lump is also still anget.”tawar Hana then sat in a single seat.

“It is so, Hana?” Hannah was confused by Salman's question.

“What, mas? What is right?” Randy smiled faintly, Hana saying like a song.

“You and him, will get married?” Salman pointed at Randy with his chin.

“Oh, the. Yes, we are married in a month. I hope Salman can come. Invitation follows.” Hana's reply made Salman exhale disappointed.

Salman took his drink, then gulped it down to half a glass.

“Alright, looks like I did lose the start. I hope you are happy. I'll say goodbye!” without waiting for an answer from Hana or Randy, Salman stood up. Then step out. The smile of victory rose in Randy's heart.

Randy drove his car through a pretty crowded night street. He's going back to the cafe. Until a telephone ring breaks the concentration of driving.

Slowly he pulled over on the shoulder of the rather wide road, then picked up his phone in the side seat.

“Mother, what's up!” he murmured in the heart. Soon he picked up the phone, but it turned out that the connection had been cut off. He took the initiative to call back Mother Hilma.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Mother. What's up?”

“Waalaikum greetings, Randy. Mommy wants to tell you, if Yuri is aware.”

“Alhamdulillah.” Randy smiled and rubbed his face with his right hand.

“Randy, hurry here, Yuri keeps mentioning your name. Come, boy!” Randy nodded.

"Well mother, I'll be there right now!"

Randy turns the steering wheel of his car, heading for the hospital where Yuri is being treated. It didn't take long, Randy got to where he was headed.

"Sir Ilham, Mr Herman?" hello Randy saw the two babysitters at the parlor.

"Well, here's the guy. I've been waiting for your mother inside, Ran. Come inside!" mr. Ilham patted Randy on the shoulder before entering.

"Son Randy!" Hilma hugged the young man tightly as she pleased as Randy approached her.

"Yuri was conscious, but she was very weak. He is currently sleeping." Randy nodded, then approached Yuri. He looked at that pale face. He remembers the last time before Yuri went to the hospital, the cause was that he said that he considered Yuri's sister and would not change at any time. Because he had found the woman he loved and cared for.

"Bang Randy!" apparently Yuri woke up hearing a small movement beside her.

"You're aware of Deck. Thank goodness."

Yuri nodded weakly.