HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 5

Two days later it was Monday.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Ms. Mira weed her flower plants while sunbathing, a point of sweat visible on her slightly wrinkled forehead. Hana noticed what her mother was doing while sitting on the plastic chair against her back in the sunshine.

"Mom, when is this leg healing. Stay at home and do not do anything!" hana's complaint made the mother stop her activities.

"Han, how sick have you been how many days? You should be grateful, just a scuff. It also healed. Try it with a broken bone, concussion or something else. Amit amit, don't take it!"

"Prophey, son! if you're bosen, you can watch tivi, play hape. Or, what image does the Princess want to call?"

"They work, ma'am!" mom stroked Hana's shoulder.

Hana pursed her lips, the sunlight that hit her back also felt warm. Mom is back on her activities.

"Mom, I'm going in first, yeah! It's hot." mom nodded. Hana stood up while using a plastic chair as a pedestal to walk. At that time a motorcycle entered through the gate that was half open.

That's Randy, why is he here?

hana's astonished gaze was fixed on the motorcyclist.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Hannah!" Hana stuttered to answer the greetings of the man who was now standing in front of her, carrying a white crackle while looking at Hana's injured leg.

"Eh, Randy's son in the morning has come!" Randy, who was unaware of Mira's presence, turned his head and smiled.

"Yes, Mom! stop by for a while before you go to work."

"Take a look at Hana!"

Both are now sitting on the terrace. Bi Mira came back after serving tea and martabak that was brought by Randy.

"Your medicine should have run out, right Hana?"

"Where does it still hurt?"

"This, brother! The dry one tastes gatel, and this one will wound a bit deep, so it's still a process of closing." Hana pointed at the part of the foot that was still on the bandage.

"Yes, I'm going to the clinic again! Let it dry quickly." Hana immediately shook her head.

"No, sister! It will heal itself!" refuse Hana to feel bad. He smiled awkwardly at the man who looked at him fixedly, feeling groggy.

"Ish, Brother Randy don't think about me like that. Fall in love with me again!" janda Hana shaking her hand to ward off the awkward feeling made Randy laugh out loud without a sound.

"Let's fall in love with a girl as beautiful as you. Yeah that's it if nobody has it yet, nobody's angry?" randy asked offset Hana's teasing that was singing her lips.

"Yes, of course someone is angry. Brother Randy don't like my temptations, if you get caught Randy's sister is angry again. I'll get hit too!"

"In drink the tea, cold hunt tuh. Don't keep fighting!" Hana stared out the fence, as it passed by Bu Daniel, Hana's super-poiled neighbor was seen because the gate was half open. Miss Daniel mesam mesem saw Hana sitting alone with a man.

Wes angel ki angel!

"If I hadn't been angry. Jomlo predicate is still attached, here there is writing, no one has!" joking Randy pointed at his chest making Hana smile while Randy laughed so happy.

"Well, if so, I say goodbye. I've got a stock of moodbooster for hard work today look at the face of the baby face and your smile earlier." Randy was still fighting, he stood up with a smile. The tea that was served for her was toilet.

"In the morning was full of breakfast gombal mulu from earlier." grumbled Hana with flushed cheeks. He looked away.

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Two weeks Hana had her work leave as a supermarket cashier who turned out not far from the cafe Randy workplace.

Hana's father plans to take Hana first to work, then turn again to his own workplace to a factory.

"Come on Hana, I'll be late if I don't hunt!" reprimand the Father when Hana is still busy messing with her latest hijab style creations when looking on YouTube.

"Perfect!" he murmured while flicking a finger.

Dad had taken out his motorbike, and was ready on the motorcycle seat when Hana approached slowly because it was still a bit limp. At that moment there was the sound of a motorcycle horn that made them turn to the gate.

Randy comes with his trademark smile, knowing that Hana is leaving for work today.

"Han, let's go with me? Our workplace is one way!" pinta Randy after saying hello and making small talk with Mr. Hadi.

"But, brother!" Hana wants to deny it but Randy first asks Hana's father for permission.

"Sir, let me send Hana! My workplace is not far from Hana's. InsyaAlloh I am confident, I will transfer and pick up Hana on time!" cerocos Randy asked for Mr. Hadi's approval.

"Now, don't you take Randy?" Randy nodded steadily.

"No sir! Right!"

Mr. Hadi looked at his son who was pursing his lips.

"Where is Han, you want to? Dad, if you send you back, you have to go back again. It's a little far too!"

Kasian is also a father, but if you take the same breath Randy every day will not feel good too.

"Yes, no papa. Dad went to work directly. Hana with Randy. Be careful, Dad!" Hana kisses his father's hand, followed by Randy.

"Don't brother Randy work ten o'clock, huh? Don't you think you'll come too soon?"

"Haah, what's Han?" Randy slightly turned his face, in order to hear the words of the girl in the backseat.

"Not to mention Randy's coming, it's still eight o'clock, Randy's not working ten?"

"Oohh!" randy responds after understanding what Hana says.

"What's up, all you clean-smiths, hehehe!"

Soon they arrived in front of the shop. Hana asks Randy to lower himself in a place a little far away, which is not affordable by the views of his friends, but Randy clearly disagrees because Hana's legs have just healed.

And it's true Hana's guess, the two friends have been waiting from behind the harmonica door that has not been fully opened.

"Well, got caught, right?" The image giggled at Hana who was shocked from shock. Hana's hand reflex hit Citra.

"Ciee cieee, who was ushered do'i. Girl dong!" Princess chimed in Citra and did tos.

"Whatever, our people have nothing! Erp!" Hannah raised two fingers.

"Halaah, I don't want to say that either. Why also he nganter Lo, if there is nothing. The night of Lo!" seloroh Citra was still giggling at Hana who was pouting.

"Hissh, emang Lo Cit, Hana his son Pak Hadi, a famous person in our village, as well as his family. Not a bully, um Lo!" bela Putri because Hana keeps getting cornered. The image immediately swept his lips.

"Eit. eit.tadi I was horrified that there is a. Can dong kepo!" one more employee nodded and gathered gossiping.

"Well on!" Hana no longer cared about her friends. He stepped towards the cashier, just two steps he went someone greeted from outside the door.

"Can this be shopping?"