HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 41

HANA

That night, I finished carrying out my duties as a Muslim, then opened his holy book. I implemented the one day one juz program. I've been doing it for almost three years now, even though I don't follow any community. Only motivate yourself to read the holy book of Muslims continuously, for thirty days in a row also unless you get a barrier to femininity. In addition to getting the reward, his heart was also calmer.

I don't know why, some days I feel like something's not right is going to happen to me. Although what will happen I can not imagine it, I just hope to be able to handle it well. Has not God promised in His Scriptures that He will not give trials beyond the capacity of man himself? That's what I believed all along. Whatever happens, Allah knows that I can live it.

Laa haula walaa quwwata illa Billah.

I was just reading three surahs when I heard a knock on the door, followed by the mother's voice.

"Han, there's Hilma's mother downstairs."

"Yes, Mom. A moment." I hurriedly opened my face, then replaced it with a veil. I look in the mirror, then smile. Not wanting to look ugly in front of my future husband, I took the powder and applied it on my face which said sweet people, as well as thin pink lipstick. After I thought it was quite satisfying I immediately opened the door and mom was still standing there.

"A long time anyway? Meet your mother and Mr. Herman yuk! He wants to talk to the three of us. It seems important."

"Yes, Mom!" I said while closing the door.

" Oiya Han's. You make a drink first, mother straight ahead. Three glasses of tea!" I nodded, I can't wait to see my heart's lover.

But I immediately felt disappointed, when he arrived in front of it turns out he did not participate. I kept my sweetest smile while offering my homemade tea to two guests, and one glass was left for my father.

After a brief stale, they finally began a conversation that was like lightning striking at that moment.

Whahuh? they told me something that surprised me. They asked me to marry Randy's sister to a sick Yuri before marrying me. For the reason that Yuri loves Randy. Before it was too late, and he was called the Powerful One, they wanted to grant Yuri's wishes and wishes by marrying them off.

It hurts of course, but I realize I shouldn't be selfish because it's about the hopes of the sick with a slim life expectancy. But is he really the life expectancy that the doctor said was only counting days?Man's life and death are the provisions of Allah, the secret of Allah Azza wa Jalla that no creature knows, other than the Angels who are given duty by Him. If God still gives him life and health, then God says 'Kun' happened what God wants. Even though doctors have a human age, doctors are not God. He can only predict.

Then, if she had been given a chance to be healthy and live longer, what would happen to me if I were to remain married to Randy's sister? I could never imagine. I feel like a pigeon who can only accept results, without me being included in finding a way a problem.

Seeing them arguing fiercely, my heart ached. I decided to get out of there, meet my pillow in the room. And spilled a wedge in my heart. Wish all this was just a dream.

"Mom! How'this?" I shed my tears on my mother's lap. After the two guests withdrew, he both entered my room.

"Have it, now it's better, than later after marriage. There are still many good-looking men on this earth. I hope you'll meet and mate with one of them." Mom stroked my hair slowly. As their only child, this was the hardest thing for them.

"You and him are done. Don't try to see her again!" reprove mom.

"You can cry as much as you can now. Mother's shoulders are still strong to lean on." My cry grew louder after mother spoke like that. I didn't feel like I was asleep on my mother's lap.

In the morning, I woke up in my mother's warm arms. My stomach hurts, because I forgot dinner last night, and I don't have any taste for dinner either.

I looked in the mirror before heading to the bathroom. My God, my eyes are tiny, as big as marbles. My eyes are hard to open. It's really embarrassing. I can't get out of the house like this.

Remembering that, my tears shed again. God, am I gonna run out of tears after this. Last night I cried for hours..

"Have, don't you cry like that. You can dry your tears, Nduk!" Mother who just woke up, and saw me who was crying again spoke with a hoarse voice. Typical wake up.

"But, it looks like he's out on his own, and hasn't stopped yet, Buk!"

my answer. Vibrates.

"Yo wis, jasanno nangismu. But don't do what isn't? Give and stir everything to the Most Giver of Life, so that your heart may be calmer."

"Mom's going downstairs first, look at your dad!" i'm nodding. Mom approached me and whispered something that made me smile, exactly a forced smile.

"Don't forget, we're always there for you. Dad and mom, always love you, no matter what." and then peeked at the top of my head sitting in front of the makeup mirror.

I was sitting on the sofa, staring at the past. Randy helped me when I fell off the bike, but he didn't make a mistake. Even volunteered several times to drive me to the clinic for wound control on my right leg.

Since then, I don't know how many times Randy's brother has come just to ask me how my wound is. I rested for almost a month and could not do my usual activities.

My daydream was interrupted when I heard a car stopping in front of the yard. From behind the iron fence I could see that it was Randy's mount. My reflex ran to the back, telling mom that there was Randy's sister in front.

Mom left her job in the kitchen, Dad who is on a day off work sitting in front of the back door of the house while petting his beloved pet was standing up to hear information from me. Before following the mother forward, Dad first cleaned his hands of cat fur that may be attached to the hand when he stroked it earlier.

I eavesdropped from behind the wall of their conversation, apparently mother really did not accept. He does not want to even just listen to Randy's self-defense. My heart is too painful, I don't want to see him anymore. More precisely not yet able.

After Randy's sister was heard saying goodbye, I sat down in the living room chair, with my body curled up at the end of the sofa. These eyes are heating up.

There was a voice beside me, I looked up, my mother was sitting next to me.

"He's gone!" without asking her, she said it. I immediately hugged my mother while sobbing, it turns out this stock of tears is still there if it is related to Randy's sister.

Mom didn't say anything, just kept stroking my head, until Dad showed up and sat in front of us. Come stroking me.

After this I promise, I will be stronger. And it doesn't make my mom's dad sad anymore.

I broke mom's embrace, it felt sultry. I then rose to the front, while my mother continued her activities in the kitchen.

"We'll have breakfast soon, I'll get ready, yeah!" I nodded in agreement.

When I peeked out of the window of my house with a stormy glass, it turned out that the car had not shifted from its original place. I heard a woman's voice, but it's unclear who was talking to Randy's sister.

Ten minutes later, the car drove. And then came Miss Daniel from behind the car, it was Miss Daniel who was talking to Randy's sister. After staring at the departure of the red car, Ms. Daniel turned to look at my house, like he was looking for something, then left.