HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 50

"Hana his son is beautiful, supple, pinter and independent again. What else is it?" Aunt Namira tapped on the chin, looking to think. Dimas geleng geleng head when Mamahnya continue to talk about Hana. Intended to seduce him to match him with the girl who had met several times.

That girl is sweet. Seemingly, especially when smiling, dimples on both cheeks hypnotize anyone who sees it. The first, second and third moments of looking, it was ordinary. But in the fourth second and so on, making the heart harder for Dimas. But, his complicated past with a girl he loves, makes him reluctant to start a relationship with women until now. He thinks all women are the same. Selfish and deceitful.

"His family is also a good family, religious..."

"And importantly Sintya also likes Hana...!" Sintya who is working on school PR said.

"Hush, little kids don't like to nag. Nyahut aja." scolded Dimas half rebuked, Sintya throbbed and then focused again on the book in front of him.

"I have ears!" Sintya did not want to lose, and put out a tongue.

"How long, Mama knows how long? I think I've known him for a long time. In fact, we still met 4 times, if not wrong. Don't you know, Ma!" Aunt Namira hit Dimas' arm straight away. Although his mother's hand was small, but the blow was strong until his arm was hot.

"Bad you are, not polite to parents. Tell Mamah to know again! Yeah, you know, Mamah'll call Aunty Indah often. He knew Hana, because the boy was quite close to Nia, his son." - Aunt Namira was annoyed.

"Ehehe, yes. Sorry, my Queen! Slave is wrong, once again geez." Dimas cupped both hands over his head, then bowed his body, many times. Sintya giggled at it. His concentration of learning was disrupted.

"Hihihi, Om very funny. Ask for forgiveness all the way back to worship."

"Let His Queen be pleased, Sin. Oops..." Dimas was very happy to tease his mother, although his mother would glare angrily, but it would not last long.

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"Om, teach me dong! "

"Which picture is jackfruit? Which is A or which is B?" point Sintya at the book about which the answer is confusing.

"Do you know what jackfruit is?"

" Yes, know. Jackfruit, right!"

"Do you know what jackfruit looks like?"

"God, Om. If I had known it wouldn't have been Om!" the little girl was upset, instead of directly answering, Dimas continued to ask.

"You don't have a period in your book, if there's a question, there's an answer in the book!"

"Gee!" Sintya was more upset, he then opened his book, turned the book sheet back.

"This is it, Om?"

"Well, right. Meet."

"Sound! " the comment.

"What's so weird about Sin? That's right jackfruit, the Indonesian language is jackfruit. Keep the shape is like that." explained the Grandmother.

"Yes strange Nek, kirain shape is almost the same as a watermelon. 'And the name is almost the same, watermelon is the same as jackfruit. This is even his skin like a thorn. If the watermelon's skin will be smooth, kayak akyu" he said in a spoiled style and made.

"It's not good, is it, Grandma?" Aunt Namira and Dimas chuckled with Sintya's innocence.

"Ish, you're aleman. Many styles. " Dimas stuck out his hand, pinching Sintya's nose.

"It looks like you really need to recognize the same taste of jackfruit. Just like other fruits. Do not just orange, the same longan apple doang. Sure enough, if you already know what it feels like." the grandmother chimed in.

"Then yes."

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"Where, Dim? Later Mamah try to help deketin Hana?" turn again to the discussion of Hana.

"Thou, ah. Sleep me, Mah." Aunt Namira was just dumbfounded, scowling because Dimas left her.

"Huh, always does." Aunt Namira threw her back against the sofa when Dimas had walked into her room.

Just be careful, if you see Mamah horrified you until the same people are said to turn. Sausage eating sausage.

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Hana pushed the grocery trolley and focused on choosing full cream chocolate milk on the display rack, as someone she knew best from her voice spoke to the salesperson.

"Mbak, where is milk for adults, where is it? I haven't memorized it." Hana directly turned her back to the source of the voice, holding her breath. Slowly pushing the trolley away. Turn around and hide behind a display rack.

"Oh, over here, ma'am." the salesman's voice replied, late. After feeling he was no longer seen by the owner of the baritone voice that he avoided, he breathed a sigh of relief. But even confused, where to step, whether he just went out, or continued his shopping. Amidst his confusion, he jumped in shock with a voice greeting him.

"Hana...!" in vain he had avoided, because it turned out that the man had caught him. Now in front of him,

"Ehmm, Randy's brother is here. Wh-what's mediocre?" Hana was nervous until she stuttered, trying to regulate the roar of her heart.

Why the hell, Brother. In front of me you always put on a sad face. Very clear of you. And it made me melt and fall.

"You wanna buy some milk, you're gonna see me, huh, Han? Do you hate me that much? Can't we be friends?" the gaze of the man who turned out to be Randy was so sad, full of longing. Hana drowned, not daring to look at the man in front of her.

"Whoa-no! Who is avoiding. Wong I was done shopping. My trolley is full! " pointing at the trolley with his chin.

"I saw, Han. With my voice, you immediately dodged. I saw you from earlier." Randy smiled wryly.

"I'm sorry, brother. I just don't want people to misunderstand, especially Sister's wife and Mother Hilma. And the other Panties too if I stay close to Randy. Forgive me once again, I'm hunting, excuse me! " Randy held back the trolley that Hana was pushing, while looking at him fixedly.

"Sister, let me go!"

"I'm sorry, but I just wanted to talk to you for a second. Can't i? Please, Hana!" the highlight of the Netra pleading it made Hana's heart more sliced. The corner of his eye condensed. The man who almost married her was stupid.

"I told you, I'm hunting, brother!" hana answered and a little hard.

"Please, Hannah. Just one second!" Randy insisted, until Hana lost her temper. With quick steps, he left the place with wide strides, leaving the trolley filled with his groceries.

"Han, Hannah!" randy's call was no longer answered.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with me! Hana must be ilfil with me. Forgive Me Yes Alloh!" Randy can only stare at Hana's bicycle that drove away from the parking lot of self-service, even the groceries he left behind. Randy rubbed his rough face, then went back into the store, picked up the milk he wanted to buy. And also the trolley left by Hana, then queued in front of the cashier.

"Again quarreling with the wife, Mas. Why wife?" reprimanding a young woman who was nearby when Hana and Randy clashed, standing behind Randy in line.

Randy did not answer the woman's greeting, he just smiled forced.

"Hiikks... You're evil, brother. Why don't you let this wound close and heal, why? Why do you always appear in front of me when I arrive." he said monologuing while sobbing softly.

"The hurt you're scratching is deep. Why is this sick. I want to let you go, even I feel crushed. Why, not yet the wound can close, until now. Hikkss..."

"As strong as I am, I am still a woman with a weak side. I don't even know who to lean on. Oh my God, strengthen me, hikks, hikks!" for a long time Hana sobbed, He did not care if there are people who think it crazy. Until the burden that squeezes the taste a little loosened, the tightness of the chest a little reduced.

He wiped away the traces of tears on his cheeks and face. His face must have been flushed and his eyes must have been spotty. Just how he reasoned if the mother asked, what is the problem with these eyes, why until he cried.

I must be very ugly now, and how reasoned the same Mother who would have been suspicious.

"Oh, my goodness! I also have a shopping trolley. How about, back again, right?" Hana was worried.

*Am I dancing at another supermarket, huh? I'm afraid he's still there. I'm not ready to see him again.

Duh Gusti's....

Hana was surprised, behind her appeared a man who was not foreign to her as well when she wanted to turn around.

"Mas....Salman!"

"Hana, thank goodness!"

"Thankful? What's up?"

"So I thought I found bo doh girl who wanted to kill herself, it turns out you anyway. " Salman laughed, made Hana smile, then looked down.

"Hey, are there any money or other valuables that fall under you?" goda Salman tilted his face, highlighting Hana's face.

"Mmm, I just...Uh, nothing!" elak Hana turned her face that looked swollen.

"Hey, wait! Your eyes are swollen. Don't tell me you really want to jump into the river from here! " search Salman touch the shoulder, make Hana's eyes buy.

"Eh, really bad, Mas." Hana murmured.

"the end!"

"I remember the sin of knowing! I lose a lot if I kill myself. In addition to suicide including a big sin, I also still want to live longer, to get old. After all, what kind of trouble can cause me to commit suicide?" Rajuk Hana's. The man judged himself.

Both of them stood leaning on the bridge support pole. Shut up for a while, see a car or motorcycle that occasionally passes. The air was hot, even from where they stood hung lush leaves not far from them.

"I know from Silvi, you didn't get married to that guy, huh! What's his name, I forgot? I'm so sorry!" Hana did not respond, still silently did not deny Salman's statement. Although in Salman's heart prancing happy, he put up a sad face.

"Thank you for your attention, Mom!" said later.

"Don't be sad late, guys aren't just him. "

"There are still many other guys who deserve to be with a beautiful girl like you. Like me."

"Mas, don't fight! Not funny to know."

"Han! I really am. Actually, I've been putting my heart on you for a long time. Still back and forth to reveal it. But, when I was ready to tell you, it turned out to be that guy first."

My God, it should be a statement of love Mas Salman like an oasis in the middle of an arid desert like before I always adore him in silence. But, why am I even fed up, now.

"First, Brother Randy immediately said to Dad and Mom, seriously want to bed me. That's why the process is fast." explained Hana.

"But it's finally like this, right? He left you, for another woman? "

"Mas Salman, if you don't know the story, don't judge. Randy's sister isn't that bad. Only, circumstances forced him to choose, one between the two. And I chose to retreat."

Ih, why the hell, can I still mengebela and do not accept the man was ugly? What's up, with me?

"Sorry, Mas. I have to go. My mother must be waiting for me now." Hana's pretext to avoid Salman.

"Wait on! " Salman's hand check stopped Hana's step, he looked at the hand.

"Sorry! " Salman took it off.

He knew that Hana could not be held by a man who was not a mahram.

"Think well my words, Hana. I waited for you. I wish we could be together. Wading through the ocean of love life."

"You don't need to answer now. The important thing is that you know my heart, and I'm serious about you."

"Well, I'll think about it, Mom. Now let me go."

"I'm taking you, yeah! "

"Thank you, Mom. But it doesn't feel necessary. I brought a motor. Excuse me, assalamu'alaikum. "

From a distance, one stared at them behind his sunglasses. Leaned on the door of his favorite car.

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Bu Mira who heard the roar of Hana's motor entered the gate came out.

"Sir, how did you just get home?" unceremoniously, Bu Mira reprimands her son, after Hana turns off the engine.

"Yes, Mom. Suddenly there is a need for a moment." said Hana while carrying her groceries.

"Well, is this your groceries?" point at Mira with a look of wonder.

"Yes, 'wasn't Hana going shopping, was she."

"But, who's inside that?" mom showed me a cardboard box lying behind the wall.

" Well, what is this, Mom? Mom finished shopping too." put the cardboard next to the cardboard that his mother appointed.

"So Randy here, he said your groceries were left at the supermarket. So he brought it home."

"Can't you miss it? And he was, too, Loh?"

She again? So he ran the groceries in the trolley?