HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 47

Hana was giving directions to Mbak Wati kneading dough to make doughnuts, when the mother called her. That there is a guest who intends to order a birthday cake for his grandson and wants to meet him in person.

And he was surprised when he entered the living room, the cake was no stranger to him.

"Well, Sintya!"

"Sir Hana!" Aunt Namira and Dimas who drove Sintya were no less surprised.

"Son Hana! So, this cake business turned out to be yours, anyway?" aunt Namira asked after they shook hands and invited her guests to sit down.

"Yes, Tan. Small business small. Still pioneered Aunt, not even a year I'm in the business of making cakes."

"really?" Hana nodded.

"Aunty was here on the recommendation of a friend of Aunty's neighborhood arisan. All your cake is delicious. Really, delicious. Auntie wants to order Sintya a birthday cake here."

"Thank you Tan, make her believe. Insya Alloh I will make it as Sintya wishes. Yeah, sweetie?" Sintya sat down near Hana.

"What kind of cake does she want?" Sintya who today is wearing a knee-length dress with cute-looking braided hair, looks confused.

"What if you choose it?" because Sintya was confused, Hana opened her phone.

"Try this, Brother once made a cake like this, you can choose which one you like. This one, don't you like it?" Hana scrolls her phone, one by one she shows the cake of her creation and Sintya still silently watching.

"Sintya likes Frozen characters. A cake with a frozen character decoration maybe he likes! " sahut Aunt Namira.

"Really, Sin. Same dong kayak Brother. I also like frozen. Look at this one, which one you like! " Sintya smiled brightly as Hana showed me some tarts with butter cream decoration of the dominant colors of light blue and white.

"I like this one, brother!" finally Sintya pointed to one example of a cake. Two-level cake, on top of which there is a small doll of frozen characters, and a wax figure 6, and a happy birthday inscription on one side of the cake.

"OK! Insya Alloh, Big Brother made exactly like this." promised Hana, a sintya intangakah semringah.

"Horeeeee! " the joy of a child makes the moodboster Hana.

In addition to the birthday cake, Tsntw Mamira also ordered the same amount of bok cake and rice bok. He then asked Hana's account number and immediately transferred some money from Dimas as DP, the rest will be paid after the party is over.

After making small talk, Aunt Namira was about to say goodbye to go home, but her maniacal shakes a loud bell.

"I'm still playing at Hana's house!" the door really is. If it had been like that, Dimas and his Grandma had been very difficult to persuade Sintya.

"But Brother Hana is busy, Sintya. After all, if sister Hana comes home, let her be a while to our house! " persuade the Grandma again. Dimas just silently watched. During Hana's home, he had just a few words.

"No, Sin wants to be here. Play with Sister Hana!" not taking off his hand. Mira who just joined smiled hearing that.

"Dim, persuade me to bang you!" Dimas looked at his mother.

"Mamah I don't know Sintya. Just talk to yourself, Mah! " he said flat and impressed indifferent.

"Ckk, you!"

"Then let Sintya stay. Let Hana come home later." Ms. Mira followed the conversation finally, breaking the debate between the mother and her child.

"Well, Han?" Hannah was confused as to what to answer.

"I don't know their house, Mom!" whispered Hana to the mother who sat beside her left, while Sintya beside her right.

"Sintya can show you the way! Yes, my son!" This is the mother really getol anyway, there is a shrimp behind the bakwan right?

Sintya nodded. " I'll show you my house, brother. Yes Brother, yes? I want to play here, please!" acting spoiled while receiving a blink of an eye, seducing mode, making Hana anxious menoel her cheeks.

"Izin used to be the same Om as his Grandma Sintya. If you can, I'm allowed to play here." Aunt Namira smiled meaningfully.

"Judek. But inget, sister Hana is busy. Can't bother!"

"Ashiaaap, Grandma! " the boy laughed happily. But it turned out to stick out its tongue at his Om who was looking at him sharply.

"Alright, Aunt wait for next week at eight, Hana. Nine o'clock event starts. Don't take the cake too long."

"Ready, Aunt. Insya. We're trustworthy." They left Sintya at Hana's house.

"Sintya played with her mother sister Hana first, yes. Brother Hana is still busy, a lot of pesenan." Hana's orders to Sintya.

"Yes, Brother. Go, Grandma! Sintya wants to see the fish in Grandpa's pond!" Miss Mira sumringah a little boy called her Grandma.

"Duh, gini yeah, it feels like having a grandchild. I really want to have a grandchild, Hana! " said Mira's mother while holding Sintya's hand to the side of the house that has a catfish pond.

Hana rolled her eyeballs. Her mother was always like that.

For about three hours, Sintya was at Hana's house, sometimes playing with Mira's mother, sometimes paying attention and looking for the attention of Hana who was making a cake, and sometimes playing with her, and the afternoon Sintya felt bored until Mr. Hadi invited to play water with him who was washing the motorbike.

"Yes, Cake. Very smiling. It's like water, ehehehe!" as with Mira's mother, Pak Hadi's heart flowered the little girl called him Grandpa. In the past, they did not manage to give a sister to Hana, and the only hope now is that Hana gets married and they can have grandchildren.

"This shower yes, continue to be ushered Kak Hana home. Her grandmother will be back."

"No, Cake! It was the same with Grandma. Oh, come on!" when he looked in front of the gate stopped a car that Sintya memorized. Mr. Hadi looked up, saw someone get off his car

"Hi, Om! Which granny."

"Hi too! Om yourself, Grandma at home again cooking. I'm gonna go get you!" dimas replied, then looked down respectfully as from behind Pak Hadi's bicycle that had been squatting stood up.

"Sore, Sir! "

"Sore too. Nak. Want to pick up the bangs?"

"Rubber, Sir. It's been too long here. Must be a hassle, this kid! "

"No, no! We are cool, the house becomes rame if there is a babble of children. The kid's sweet, not fussy."

"No, it's Om." Sintya was able to defend from Mr. Hadi.

"Oiya, here I bring Pizza for my family. Hope likes! " that's Aunt Namira aka Mamahnya Dimas told her to stop by first to buy pizza for by, as a thank you because Sintya can play at their home.

"Well, I'm bothered to bother, kid. Yaudah I accept this. Well, sustenance can't be denied, can it?" Mr. Hadi rubbed his wet hands into his pants, then received a crackle filled with pizza. Dimas smiled, looking at the face of Mr. Hadi. He remembered his father who had died a few years ago.

"Thank you, yeah!"

"The same sir. Then I'll take Sintya home. Come, Sin. Salim the same father continues to go home." invited Dimas.

"Attent, Om. Sin wants to say goodbye to Kak Hana, same Grandma too!" Sintya was about to enter the house, when Hana appeared carrying a towel in her hand.

"Come, Sin take a shower first. After bathing Kak Hana inter pul...! " Hana didn't finish her words. It turned out that Dimas was already standing at the end of the porch of his house. Their net gaze had been rattled.

"Oh, it's been picked up apparently. Go home or take a shower!" tawar Hana on Sintya.

"Mmm, Sin wants to leave, brother. Shower home. Which grandma, Sin wants to say goodbye."

"Grandma's behind, just a second, Brother call me."

"Mmm, Brother Dimas please sit down first." The flat-faced man simply nodded, then sat down on the terrace chair. Hana's father also finished his activities, then sat in a chair opposite Dimas.

Hana went to the back. "Sin, where? We going home?" reprimand Dimas as Sin follows Hana's steps.

"Look Grandma for a minute!" Sin answered without looking. It did not take long, Sintya came out again with a crackle containing a cake box.

"What is this, Sin?" asked Dimas because Sintya held out a box to him.

"Kue, be loved by Brother Hana."

"Geez, Om's guess must be real, you're making a mess, huh?"

"No kok Nak Dimas, Sintya anteng here. When will I play again, yes! Later Grandma make chicken kentaki krispi again." Sahut bu Mira who appeared from behind Sintya.

"Yes, Grandma. Sin seneng here. When are you going on school holidays to come here, ah!" sintya breezed towards the car, ignoring her sharp Om gaze.

"Can, very much, ***!"

"Once again, thank you and sorry, if my gut makes it hard for people to come home here. Excuse me, assalamu'alaikum. " Dimas kissed the backs of the hands of the two old men.

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullah" replied Hadi and Mira, accompanying Dimas steps following Sintya.

"Drug.. Cake, Grandma!" Sintya waved at them before the car drove off.

"Ooh, not being married to Randy, it turns out that now Hana does not have a rich widower and already have children, huh?" daniel suddenly appeared from behind the wall.

"Mrs Daniel, I'm sorry. God did give man a mouth to speak and it was free, tis. With a view to good speech, eat food that is toyyib again halal. Not to gossip or demean other humans. It could be that the man whom Daniel humbled, in the eyes of God the man was of a higher degree."

"I'm sorry to say that, just to remind you. Who knows, Miss Daniel forgot, please brake and keep saying yes. My son is not that low. Not to show our degrees higher, no. We are all the same in the eyes of Allah SWT. Only the level of human devotion indicates the level of self, not property, throne, or others. "bu Daniel even got a lecture from Pak Hadi who was careless, often his family got scorn from the woman. All this time he was silent, it did not mean losing or justifying the woman's speech. Just looking for the right moment.

"Read the Scriptures have Daniel's mother, in the verse 13 of Al-Hujuraat it is spoken by Allah. Also in the hadith of the Prophet it is explained, from Abu Hurairah ra. that the Prophet said, "Whoever believes in Allah and the Last Day, let him say good or silent; whoever believes in Allah and the Last Day, let him honor his neighbor; whoever believes in Allah and the Last Day, let him glorify his guest"

"We have to be able to measure whether our words hurt people's feelings or not, because everyone's sensitivity is different, Mom. I hope Miss Daniel is not offended by my words." finished Mr. Hadi spoke, Mr. Daniel immediately let go. He sounded like he was tickling, I don't know what. Ms. Mira and Mr. Hadi just looked at each other and shook their heads before entering the house.

"What's wrong with us, Dad. Got a neighbor like that."

"Don't tell me what's wrong with us. We are also human beings whose place is wrong and forgotten. Raba aja heart Mother, may have a deliberate wrong. If not intentional, it is certain that the mother forgot. "pak Hadi instead lectured the wife.