HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 45

"Whether he's here, I'd love to mock his pretty face." The first princess to speak up. His hand squeezed the air.

"Don't! " Pictures exclaim.

"Loh, why? " daughter.

"Ngawur lo, not a handsome ass. He is handsome. If not, where our spirit is the same persimmon as him." joked Citra. Hana just rolled her eyeballs.

"Ahaha, yes. But his handsome alang must be tuh now, has become a traitor of the nation." Hana does not care about the ramblings of her two best friends. He left the two to the kitchen while carrying the crackle bag he had placed on the table.

"Well, you're angry!"

"Lo, too!"

"Lo..H...!" the two friends of Hana argue while elbowed to see the reaction of Hana who had a grim face and just passed.

"Eh, Han. Waitaminute! " the two followed Hana into the house.

"You guys didn't go to work? "

Hana recruits some of her neighbors as employees, who are already overwhelmed by serving cake orders, for various events. Birthday parties, gatherings, family reunion events, proposal events until it has served several orders for the wedding party.

"In a minute, we're here to hang out next week, Han. Wanna, huh? Let this one jomblowati have his friend. "

"Where?"

"Beach...! " Picture and Princess answered simultaneously.

"Can too. Just who is it? " Pictra nudged the Princess to answer.

"Ehe, gini Han. This is the story of the Bima car loan, continues as his thanksgiving event, he took us on the road. The same with Citra doang. Kite ngajak Lo. Mo ngibur Lo, let's eat sad Lo!"

"Who knows there met a guy ketch, tajir, keep making Lo bini. Just don't come second!"

"Siputer, Lo why si, by the way not clear from earlier. Jahad bingit anyway, Lo. New also fiancee can credit the car, what if you have a luxury car, a luxury home. I forgot my time!" The image glared, the Princess sticking her tongue out.

"If I were rich, had a mansion, a luxury car, money, Lo would I be my advocate!"

"Lo.H..!" Citra took the flour in front of her, then put it on the Princess' cheek. But the Princess was clumsy first.

"Weeek, it's not right!"

"What the hell are you! So dirty. It's flour to make a cake, don't take it!" hana said windily. The two girls stopped joking.

"Sorry...! " sorry Image. A moment of silence he launched his action again.

"Yes yes, yes, Han. Have pity on me, when I was just the three of them? So dong mosquito repellent, me!" rayu Citra shook Hana's arm, hoping Hana would come along, Hana's child who is difficult to be invited to go just a road.

"If I'm just sad, I have my own way. But, okay I'm coming. Don't worry, I'm also a loyal friend, really!"

"Yes!!" exclaim the two together and then took tos ria, because Hana agreed to go with them. Hana laughed, the two friends just like getting something special, but only because he agreed to go with them.

Armed with his homemade cake to make snacks on the road, Sunday morning with a cheerful look Hana packed. Bag on his back for his personal equipment, he already put it. A few minutes ago Putri sent a message to have otw on the road to his house and also Citra.

"Bismillah, everything is ready, live cappus! " murmurm Hana. Hana was putting on her sneaker, when the sound of a car horn sounded.

The four of them headed for a journey of approximately two hours to get to the beach. The road is winding, with a view of green trees on the left or right. Replaced with a slightly muddy asphalt road because it is a little muddy, maybe last night or yesterday afternoon just rained.

On the unrelenting journey they exchanged stories, exchanged snacks and laughed happily. Hana forgot the sadness that happened because of failure, for a while of course. Until it felt like they had arrived.

With pine trees or tall coconut trees towering, lined on the beach, making the air on the edge of the beach was quite cool that morning.

"Yuhuiii, you're here." The image twirled the body while stretching out the hands happily. Hana just smiled in response. He spread the view to all directions, on their left there is a road to a small hill, many of the tourists who go up there.

"Look, on the hill there is a spot that we can not miss. You can make a photo or vlog. We go straight there or play water first, right?" Bima became the tour guide 3 girls he brought.

"Well, let's go there, yuk! " take the Princess to her fiance. I can't wait to pull Bima's hand.

"But I want to play water." protested Hana had taken off her shoes and raised her pants.

"Yaudah, Lo Lo on the water first, we first there yes, ntar ntar then." did not wait for the answer Putri run towards the steps and Bima followed him, with other visitors they go up the hill.

"Well.we're left behind!" citra Gerrutu.

"Let's just say they want both without us bothering. Yuk, we go to the edge there yuk! " take Hana enthusiastically with the calm undulating water without stopping it. Long enough they walk down the lips of the white sandy beach located right next to it. Much to be enjoyed, the blue sea, the breeze that hit the body until their superiors fluttered, the forest is so green, the scenery is amazing, and make a video Vlog or selfie, he said, this place is a very good spot and still anti-mainstream.

After being satisfied along the beach, they went up to a small hill intending to follow the couple Princess and Bima. Visible view of the bay and the beach from a height will hypnotize both. Until when they did not find the Princess-Bima couple, they did not mind it. Like when on the beach, they take selfies and and make vlog videos for memories and save on social media respectively.

"Ohhhh!" when engrossed in blogging, a child falls in front of them because of running.

"Eh, Grandpa! Heart of hearts, dear!" Hana whose position was closest to the little girl approached, then crouched down in front of her.

"It must be sick, huh? How alone, where are your parents?" the boy grimaced in pain while looking up. His white face flushed in the sunlight. The moment the child fell silent made Hana look at him intensely.

I'm not a stranger to this kid, but who is it? Hana remembered the face of the girl. But nil.

He pulled out a piece of wet tissue from his bag, then gently cleaned the wound of the boy who kept staring at him.

"Why, Deck? It hurt?"

"Sir Hana!" hana's hand stopped from rubbing the wound, it turns out that she had known the girl. But he completely forgot.

Who her?

" Does he know me?"

"Yes, Hana, right? Who once met on the train continues at home, Mmm who yes I forgot! "

"My name is Sin...! "

"You here, Sin? I told you not to run!" the explanation of the child was cut off by the arrival of someone, both of whom suddenly looked up. The sharp-eyed bead of a guy stared at Hana and the boy took turns. The netra gaze of the two clashed for a moment. The guy quickly threw away the sight.

"You, why? Jathoh?" the man crouched down. Check the knee that looks dirty and slightly scratched because of the fall earlier.

"Om Dimas, see I see you again with Big Brother Beautiful again. I will definitely see him again! " not heeding his Om question, the boy smiled at Hana, not complaining of pain. Hana immediately stood up while twisting her brain, trying to remember both of them, but she completely forgot.The boy looked up for a moment, again blindly they met face to face. Hana then lowered her head and stored the tissue, for later dumped in the trash.

Dimas, who is it? Where have I seen them? Why my brain is black?

"Thank you, yeah. I've already nolongin' Adek me."

"Come Sin, we go to Grandma. Let Om get the medicine in there!" ask the guy to cut off Hana who wants to say he did nothing. Hana immediately scowled in annoyance, the guy cut off his explanation. He was so indifferent and cold in front of him that he did not give him a chance to speak. Half forced the guy to hold Sin's body.

"But, Om. Sin wants to be with Hana! " the protest shook his legs. Rebels don't want to be carried by his Om.

"But your feet need to be treated right away, baby! Look, dirty keeps beret gini." kukuh the guy.

"I want to be with Hana, Ooom! Hikksss.." the boy curled his lips down while sobbing, still continuing to shake his wobble the legs want to go down.

"Grandfather, diobatin used to be the same Omnya, yes! Later it will play with brother. I'm still here, right!" Hana persuaded the little girl to be invited by her Om.

"No way, I want to be with you too" the boy did not give up. Still in revolt.

"Alright, alright!" Dimas.

"Ehm, Mbak Hana!" call Dimas after a thud.

"L-yes!" Hana. The image beside him was whispering while still doing the video recording.

"Wooow. Hot Papa, Hana!" The image felt anxious. Apparently he didn't hear the little girl call him, Om.

"Sst, noisy Lo. That's om! " whispered Hana anyway. The image still continues to point the camera at the Man.

"Ooh! Oh yes, the cucumber. Who knows jomlowan. Jomlowati, hihihi! " The image giggled beside Hana's ear. Can't stand it, Hana elbowed Citra's stomach.

Awwwwws...

"Mbak Hana please come with me for a moment, yes! Sintya wants the same mbak!" ask the guy, a little smile. Image pinching Hana gashy. Hana sizzled because of it.

"Mmm, but...!"

"Please, just for a second. Let me not cry anymore. " Hana looked at the teary-eyed Sintya.

"You yes, brother!" Sintya stared at the full plea.

"Come, Han. Poor boy, he wants you! " Picture Mode...

Hana muttered, this child could not see the handsome guy.

"All right!" it was heartless for Hana to refuse the little girl's request.

"Thank you, come! " Dimas smiled again, though stiff. Then he stepped towards the gazebo that was visible in the distance. During the trip, Citra was unrelenting, feeling anxious to see a cool guy holding Sintya facing back while smiling. Maybe afraid of being left behind by Hana.

There were several people in the gazebo, consisting of two women and a boy.

"What's up, Sintya?" a mother approached Dimas and Sintya. Hana and Citra stood behind Dimas.

"Sin fell down! Good thing the wound wasn't bad, wayward, anyway! Being told to stay and even play running." said Dimas made Sintya grunt with a frown staring at his Om. And sparkled happily when telling his grandmother.

"Grandmother! There's Brother Hana! I met Hana's sister." exclaimed Sintya as the mother looked to check her hanky. The mother looked up, and there were two girls behind Dimas. The woman frowned. For a long time he was silent while looking at Hana who smiled wrongly. It seems he remembers.

"You, Nia's friend, huh? Who's ever met on the train at his wedding?" Hana just remembered now, that woman was Aunt Namira. Her friend Aunt Lovely Nia's mother.

"Yes, Aunt. Aunt Namira, right?" the two shook hands and the woman smiled widely.

"Thank God, we'll see you again. Do you remember us?" Hana nodded.

"Slightly forgot, Auntie. I remember now too." Aunt Namira understood, the incident was more than 3 months ago.

"You must not have thought, Sintya is still often talking about you, you know!" said the woman without further ado and smiled widely.

"What the hell, Tan? That's been a while, huh! 3 Months if not wrong! "

"Rubber, Han. He still likes your nanyain. Auntie doesn't lie."

"Eh, let's sit there first. Just chatted." Hana and Citra nodded.

"Ciee ciee, who's the future tant, Sin?" a woman was mocked, asking in a seductive tone, Sintya who was smiling.

"Sir Hana is sitting here!" invite Sintya who has been sitting side by side with Dimas. Actually Hana feels bad, with Aunt Namira's family.

"Son't just stand here, yeah!! Later if your feet have been broken, Brother wants to go first, want to nyariin temen the other brother. She was misah." refused Hana.

"Sit down, Han. That's a lot of snacks let's eat!" Aunt Namira offers her a snack.

"Oiya, this is Auntie's sister. And this, they're both his children."

" Hello, I'm Neesa, brother. This is Yogi, my sister. Greetings, yes."

"Assalamualaikum, I'm Hana! Greetings to know too."

"Partner." They shook hands as a sign of having known each other.

"Waalaikum salam. Call me, Aunt Nabila, yes! Dek Hana, Image Deck. "

"Yes, Aunt. Greetings!"

Hana was sitting side by side with Sintya, had finished treating her wound with red medicine and then covered the wound with plaster, Dimas was sitting next to Sintya, so they flanked the little girl. Image is still standby with the camera. Capturing images to save.

"So, which is. The candidate is Dimas, who veils pink or... "

"Diem Lo!" bent Dimas looks glared at his cousin who wants to tease him. Instead of stopping, Neesa continued the tearing. Hana pura was busy looking at Sintya's wounds. Although she was shriveled, Hana could still hear it clearly.

"Sure that veil pink. Ummm!" guess Neesa while laughing glanced at Hana.

Dimas stared intently at his cousin, but no longer responded. It is better to be silenced, if served then the girl will be more excited teasing him.

After talking while snacking for a long time, Dimas and his family went down, then crossed the bridge. The bridge is the only access to the small island in front of the beach.

"If you come here in the afternoon continue to walk here, we can see the beautiful sunset and sunrise from here." chirped Hana, staring at the expanse of blue sea water below. The heat of the solar lights of nature began to feel, Citra and Hana sat in a chair under a tree that was quite shady with a breeze like hitting the face. Waving the ends of their headscarves.

"Wuuih, hurry. If I am not ashamed I want to sleep here, the AC is natural. Seger more. " Hana crushes while leaning against the tree. Actually he was very tired, but this week's cake order increased, making Hana and her workers work extra, reducing the intensity of their rest.

The dorrr!

Eeee, dislodged dislodged!

"Astaghfirullahalazim says.