HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 49

"Duv, gaswat. Since when was he picked up? Look, didn't Nia talk about him?" Hana bit her lower lip, panicked, staring at the guy in front of her. For a few seconds, their netra locked onto each other. Dimas gawked before he opened his mouth, Hana also did the same. Wrong attitude.

"Mamah told me to invite you to join. Not in a mosquito garden here where the party is!" without feeling the man spoke, telling Hana with a painful talk. Negligently. Hana who blushed her face melengos, staring in any direction.

Without making small talk, Hana left that place, and she had just stepped up...

"Ohhhh!"

His feet fell on the edge of a small road that was called, almost he fell. After he could control himself, he turned his head, staring at the guy who was standing behind him.Because he seemed to laugh withheld. Mock.

"Eat him, if the way is heart. Pake the eyes, not while bristling. So humming, right?" he said it again without feeling.

"Huh, instead of the road just use the foot yes, Situ times the road use the eyes."

Astaghfirullah, forgive me my harsh words, Lord.

Hana ignored him no more, she immediately left the place with a red face, between shame and annoyance.

The birthday party went on very well. None of the audience Hana knew. Hana was so moved, when Aunt Namira gave her a welcome. He introduced Hana to mothers who took their children to attend events and promoted cakes made by Hana's efforts and creations.

"Mom mom, how does the cake taste, good?" Aunt Namira invites Hana to approach the mothers in groups, while eating cakes and chatting.

Duuh, Aunt. So shame on me. Hannah.

"Enak! The texture is soft and legit." replied the mother who was eating sponge.

"Yummy, savory and crisp risolesnya." said another mother.

" The pie is also smeared in the mouth, the fruit is seger." Hana smiled confidently upon hearing some testimonies from the Mothers.

"Totally right! That's why I'm addicted, you know whose mom made it?"

"Who's Jeng? Curious, later if there is an event I want to pesen, dong." Aunt Namira smiled meaningfully glancing at Hana, her lure right on target.

"This is it, the guy, we're the same. He's good at it, make all the macem cakes. Her name is Hana."

"Waah, the child is beautiful, the cake is delicious. Dream daughter-in-law."

Mother mother, like her mother, Mira if there is a boy who looks good, and handsome, he will talk like that mother.

"If I had a grown boy, I wouldn't be a ghost, Jeng! " tap a mother again, Hana just lowered her head and smiled shyly.

"Yes, here. He looks polite anyway. Duh, if you look at the dimples, so gales, cute. Want me to be comot. Iiihh" continued the other mother joking. They giggled to make Hana ashamed.

"Eeee, how can! He's Dimas' candidate, isn't he, Mama Mira?" woe, this is another one. Hana shook her head slowly, of course no one knew.

"Ah, I can. Thanks though. Thank God if you like my cake. Don't forget later if Mom mom has a wish, pesen cake is the same as me, dad!" already wet, with courtesy Hana all promotion. They nodded enthusiastically and someone asked for Hana's number.

"Eh, ask for dong's phone number, Dek. My brother wants to have a ghost, needs a cake for a snack. Keep him confused yet can cake shop that fits the same taste. Who knows if this cake fits." One of the mothers chimed in.

"Can, can be, Mom. " Hana gave her mobile number which was directly on the save by the young mother earlier. Who knows, this is one of his farms. More and more people will know the cake.

Their conversation continued, Sintya was so close to Hana, clinging to her. Until a mother joked that Hana fit to be his daughter-in-law Aunt Namira or in other words deserve to be the Tante Sintya.

"Available, Who knows the same soul mate Dimas. Yeah, it's Hana!" Hana gulped, then took a heavy breath. Not knowing what to answer and just smiling wryly. This is what he does not like to gather with his mother, especially if he already has adult boys. He was always bullied by those mothers. Who wants to be made a ghost, in the same soul mate this or that.

The party was over, while carrying something in a goodie bag given by Aunt Namira, he waited in the street to intercept a taxi. But before he got it, a car stopped right near him, and the driver lowered the windshield.

"My friend asked me to drop you off, let's hurry in!" Dimpled

made him look up, then shook his head after the guy spoke. Hana came home late, the house looked lonely. Only residents of the house. There is only Sintya wants until Hana comes home at the end.

"No need, brother. I just take a taxi. "push Hana, he better go home by taxi, than ushered flat and expressionless guy.

"Don't argue, let's go in! I was scolded by Mamah again." Dimas's eyes were impatient, he who was wearing sunglasses at the time, looked more handsome in fact. True said Nia earlier, that Dimas less able to bring themselves in the mingle. Forcers anyway. Makes her uncomfortable with him. He was also still angry about the incident at the park.

I thought you were scolded by your nyokap. Hana.

"Hana! " Hana turned her head, from a distance saw Aunt Namira walking hastily, it seems she knew Hana refused to be delivered Dimas.

"You came home from Dimas yes, do not refuse. You were picked up by the same driver, Auntie, when you went home alone. But now the driver's Auntie permission there's a need. So, Dimas only yeah, the anther!"

"It's a very hot day, after all it is very rare for a taxi to pass by here." Pinta Aunt Namira made an excuse, so Hana inevitably, with a heavy heart nod, obeyed the middle-aged woman. When Hana said she wanted to invite Sintya, the woman said Sintya was sleepy, wanted to bobo noon.

The journey to the house only occurred silence in the car driven Dimas. Hana was lazy to invite the guy to talk.

"What were you talking about with Nia earlier, the time in the living room?" dimas arrived and asked him to talk. There was a traffic jam and also a red light that lit up, making the car they were driving stuck in it.

Hana turned to her, "I know that I was video calling Nia."

"Yes, you know, I was in the same room as you" he replied still with a thin tone.

"Why did you become a kepo, we don't discuss you."

"I'm not budge, Hana. I'm sure he talked about me. "

"Well, if you know why! I didn't ask him to tell me who you are either. Who was it, I thought? If you want to protest, protest with Nia, not with me!" Hana chimed fiercely. The sense of regret is increasing, this one guy can not keep the feelings of people.

"Don't listen to Nia's talk about me!" said later. But Hana did not respond, her concentration broke when she turned to the car that stopped beside Dimas' car. His gaze suddenly arrived sad, seeing who the man driving the car was. He could see clearly, because the man opened his car wide.

"Sister Randy is his wife! " Inner Hana. His eyes suddenly condense, however neat he keeps the wound, if splashed with salt water, the wound feels sore too.

"Hey, not talking." Hana threw away her face, realizing the change in Hana's attitude, Dimas watched the car next to her, watching closely.

*Who is he? Why did this girl look sad after seeing them?

Tin*'s*....

The sound of the horn from the rear car made Dimas' consciousness return, so engrossed with his own mind, that the traffic lights had turned green.

Dimas chose silence, no longer discussing the things he had asked that led to debate. Strange, met a few times and also not familiar, but he always debated me today. Am I too, yes, ...

"I want to stop by the pharmacy for a while, you just wait in the car." He pulled the car over and parked the vehicle.

Why not just go home.... Hannah.

Dimas out of the car to a fairly large and supposedly the most complete pharmacy in the city, Hana waited in the car while opening the hape.

"Hana...!" greet someone while tapping on the car glass.

"Sister Randy...! W-What's Randy's doing here?" Hana rolled down the glass, and just glanced at Randy. The face looks more slender, and also unkempt. Randy didn't shave his crest until he looked older. My God, when it was just a few weeks ago, was it true that he had to do it.

"I. want to buy medicine. It was in the hospital dispensary, the medicine ran out, so I got it from the outside pharmacy." so he reasoned.

Husband people, Hana! Remember that.

"You yourself, what's the matter? Same who?" Hana glanced at Randy's car which was parked beside Dimas' car.

"I. same friend. He bought medicine, he said."

"Wife Brother Randy, healthy?" Yuri looked asleep. Or pretend to be asleep, I don't know. Randy looked at his wife before answering.

"That's how it is, Han. Hope is getting thinner. Hana, I'm ka... "

"Emmmmm! " the two turned to the source of the deheman's voice, apparently Dimas had finished buying the medicine. And has entered in the driver's seat.

"I'm first, Brother. May his wife recover!" Randy nodded, keeping his body away from the car, looking at Dimas with a sharp look. But Dimas looked indifferent, saying hello to him no.

Again Hana was silent until it did not feel like she had reached the front of the house. Dimas watched him who came down, did not greet him at all or offer him to just stop by, then went straight into the gate, without saying thank you.

Basic, yes! Dimas.

Dimas got out of the car, did not turn on the engine of his car, when he saw Mr. Hadi who seemed to have just returned from the mosque.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Hadi!" sweep it after coming down, then greet.

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullah, just did not send Hana, huh?"

"Rubber, sir." she replied, nodding politely.

"Not coming in, kid Dimas?"

"Thank you, Sir. Next time, I hunt for another event. Excuse me, Assalamu'alaikum. "

"Waalaikum salam."

Mr. Hadi entered after Dimas drove off his car, and passed Hana who was going to go up to his room while carrying a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

"Just got home from Mushala, Dad?"

"Yes, it was also time to nyapa Nak Dimas outside. Why, Nduk?" Hana whose legs had risen at the bottom was delayed to stop, then turned her head.

"Why what, Dad? Ambiguous this! " Hana looked at her father not understanding.

"Son Dimas's going to be good, far away to take you home. I wasn't told to come in, make tea or anything. Not usually?" apparently Mr. Hadi was watching from a distance, he saw Hana pass by after getting off the car.

"So I bargained, Dad. But he doesn't want to, how else?" hana replied to her father, raising her shoulders.

"Looky, really. You get out of the car straight into the house. Don't look back!"

"Finally, he was from earlier his bullshit made me sprain, Dad. Uh, plus, meet him at the pharmacy with his wife. More mrs, deh!" shoot Hanna while looking down, found out she had lied.

"He, who does he mean?"

"Yes.dia. Who else, Brother Randy Well, I just met him." Mr. Hadi just nodded in understanding.

"Jude, no papa. Next time if there is someone else already well nolongin us, at least not bargain stop by the house first. Don't be allowed to, later thought the same father Mother did not teach the same manners again the beautiful child this one." Hana nodded.

"Make Randy, please. It is difficult in practice, and do not hold grudges and heartache. It just makes our lives not peaceful Nduk!"

"Oh there, you must be tired, rest first. Don't forget, dzuhur first." Hana nodded again and passed from before her father.