HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 53.We Time Failed.

"I want to pray at home again, congregate with you! " pak Hadi patted Salman's shoulder to take turns doing ablution.

They have been in rooms devoted to congregational prayer.

"Well, son Salman. Please become a prayer priest, my wife and Hannah will be your prayer makmum! "

Duaarrr

Pallid face of Salman. How not? He hasn't done it in a long time. Even if he is, he will only be a mum who is silent following the movement of the Imam of prayer, Friday prayers, even then sometimes. And prayers are two days.

"S-sa. sa yes! "

"Yes, Salman. What do you wanna talk about? Salman could do it, right?"

"Ta_ta.pi." cold sweat flooded Salman's back.

"But what is Salman? It's not that Nak Salman is Hana's older brother, it means at Islamic High School, right?"

Salman bowed, wanting to refuse, but confused to come up with an excuse.

"Already, Dad! This son of Salman must not have trusted us. He is still young, the father who became the Imam. "persuade Mira, see the discomfort of Salman. Hannah was just listening to their conversation.

"But, Mum. Young people, such as Nak Salman will have to learn from the beginning, especially later if married, should be able to be an Imam for his son and wife. They are children who will replace the old like us. "denied Mr. Hadi.

In part to test him, who dares to sneak my son. Mr. Hadi.

"I _yes, sir, I haven't gotten sick yet, as Mother said. But I promise, I will improve my reading, so that if I become an imam of prayer for my son and wife later it will be smooth." forced to say a promise, Salman glanced at Hana.

"Yaudah, sorry! You get carried away with feelings. I will always put religious issues together for the man who approaches my son. Because I want the best for my only child!"

"Dad..! What the hell." reproved Hana not to continue the speech.

"Oiya. Let's pray soon. Maghrib's time is short." mr. Hadi relented, he came forward, Salman was behind him, and Hana and Mira's mother were in Salman's arms.

Allah Akbar....

Huuuhhft

In the car, Salman still looks nervous, sighing several times.

"Why mas, from that heavy breath. Like a burden, that's it. Continue to want to waste that burden with heavy breathing. " Hana opened the conversation.

"Yes, nervous is clear. Who is not nervous if like that, tell to stand as the Imam of the future in-laws! " Hana turned to the car driver who was smiling broadly.

"Ish, this pedenya mas Salman. What kind of in-laws?" Hannah threw her face to her left.

" Yes continue. I think they gave us the green light for our relationship. How's Hana, you must have thought about it?" feeling there was a chance, Salman immediately shot at the point.

"Honestly, I've never prayed before, my reading is still falling apart. Moreover, I rarely open the Scriptures, but I promise you the same way I said before your father, I will try to fix it."

For your sake, I'll do everything, Hana. Salman can only.

Hana silent a thousand languages. Honestly in his little heart, he was not ready to accept Salman. But...

He rubbed his neck, "sorry, I can't answer now. " A disappointed look came from Salman's face, but he immediately hid it with a smile.

"No problem, just don't hang me for long. Because hanging is not good, makes bad. Can't sleep well not eating. Between there and nothing! "

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"We're on the 3rd floor, have you been here?"

"Once, but it's been a long time. Not my shopping hobby. "

"Thank God, the ideal wife." Salman smiled widely, meaningfully.

Hana not much tolah toleh, goods on display in this place make hungry eyes. He keeps himself from becoming a hedonic and consumptive lifestyle. He will only spend money as necessary, which is useful, and avoid buying luxury items that do not fit the pocket of a girl like him.

"Hey, a lot of good stuff, why just duck? You can show me something, let me buy it?" Salman tilted his face, looking at Hana's expression.

I have to, can take her heart. Salman.

" Kne you're dumb."

"Eh, yes, mas. I have nothing I want. He said he was going to the third floor, come on! "

"Well, if you want to go straight there. "

This is who's talking to, too.

Both ride on the escalator, the night atmosphere this week is quite crowded. Salman circulated his gaze, unintentionally turning to the side, two beautiful girls came down using the elevator next door. Immediately he turned his back, the temple was busy taking something from his waistbag. He felt relieved, after the two girls did not look at him, they were busy talking while looking at the phone.

"Mas Salman why?" sapa Hana saw Salman arrive busy himself.

"Gapa, I don't want us to be disturbed, so hape I just die." shows the black screen of the phone in his hand.

"But, who knows if anyone will call, and that's important" Hana said. He would feel grateful if it were like that.

"It's time for we time. No one should bother" replied Salman again.

"Why are we here?" when Salman shows the place he wants to go. Jewelry outlet.

"Oh, why take me? Why don't you invite that special someone?" hana asked not to be too confident, that what Salman meant was her.

"You will know too! " he said short, then guided her in.

"This ring is good isn't it?" show Salman asking Hana.

"Duh, don't ask me, ma'am. I'm feeling bad about jewelry!" hana whispered, but was heard by the person in front of the storefront, a saleswoman serving them smiled. Actually Hana was amazed by the design of various jewelry.

"Ckk, don't believe me. What do you like, let them comment. This one, this one, or whatever! Whatever, pick the one you think is best." Salman still forced Hana, choosing what Hana thought was best.It was surprising to Hana, the other person who would wear it, why he was complicated and had to choose it.

"Dibilangin. But all right, if Salman maksa!" rather than a pointless debate, Hana gave up. Hana circulated her gaze at the row of rings on display, no need to telephoto because after all the ring was not her who would wear it. Then choose one at random.

"This one, Mom! " show Hana. Both and also very salespeople focus on seeing the goods that Hana means.

"This is Ma'am?" ask the salesman before taking the ring from his place.

"No, next to him again, ma'am!"

"Well, this is a new model mbak, a single handmade crystal swarovski solitaire ring, perfect for a fiance or wedding. No need to worry about the price, very competitive." uca pramunuaga promoted.

"You like this one? Didn't see the others first?"

"But this is a ring for the fiancee. Or take another one?" haggard Hana again.

"No, enough of this. It doesn't matter if it's suitable for fiancee."

Who knows if he wants me to get engaged.

"Where's your left hand, Han? "

"Eh, what's it doing?" Hana was shocked Salman grabbed her hand.

"Make a mastiin. He's not quite the same as this ring. "

"Can be ordered according to size, really, Mas! "

the salesman replied.

"Here's her finger this way too?" hana asked not to be separated looking at the ring embedded in the ring finger. Well-favoured. Hana was amazed but did not want to show the feeling of being loved.

*Substantiated insensitive, or pura anyway, Han?

"Heem, I think so. Yaudah take this one, ma'am! " Salman paid for the ring and they left the store.

Out of the jewelry booth, both surprised, they were confronted by two girls they knew very well.

" Athaghfirullah, Citra, Princess. Why _why are you here? " Hana stroked the chest. And no wrong behavior afterwards.

"He he he, sori. I'm not loyal, but... " Hana grimaced, feeling guilty.

"Alaah, Lo's face is a pretentious ass, innocent pretentious, not yep...." Princess put the face as blind as possible.

"Yes, he said we are sohib, but we ask not want, it turns out dating." added Citra.

"And we got caught, didn't we?"

"Sorry, I can clear it!" Hana looked at her two fierce-looking best friends.

"Not to be explained either. We already know, Lo dating, and do not want us to disturb, so we refuse to take the road. "

Duuuh, grumble. But arrived...

"Haha...! " Partra and Putri widened, seeing the confused look of Hana became unbearable to work on it.

"Geez!" the laughter of the two girls became the center of attention of people who passed by.

"So you guys got my prank?" Hana pouted, a guilty look mixed in shock and annoyance. His eyes almost jumped.

"Lo know, my feelings are now nano nano. I didn't know prank. You guys are yes, successfully make my heart like a new marathon know? " sovereign.

"No! " the two were compactly shaking then laughing.

"Ciee cieee, who's coming!" goda Citra raises eyebrows. Salman sneered at the temple with Hana's two friends. Intentions want to we time with Hana, not yearya...

Failed deh...

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