HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 6

"Can this be shopping?" ask someone to arrive from behind the door. Because of the hype themselves they do not know in front of anyone.

"There's less than five minutes left, man! Nyuri started with Randy. But no papa specifically for Randy mas." cursed Citra while opening the door even wider, jeje smile. Apparently there are already some people waiting for shopping.

Hana continues her steps to the cashier's desk, turning on her computer and unlocking her drawer drawer. Pura pura is busy with the mouse in her right hand and staring at the computer screen. But believe me, he's not focused on the screen in front of him.

He remembered the teasing of his friend just after he came.

I thought Randy was horrified, right? Looks like this is the first and last day I was picked up by him. I don't want to be a plumbing material.

Hana glanced at Randy who was on the shelf displaying Snack, took some and put in his basket.

"Ehemm, daydream!" the successful speech surprised Hana.

"Oh, eng_not Brother. Are you done with the shopping?" Hana immediately scanned Randy's groceries one by one.

"It's all double stuff, keep this in two!" The princess swiftly put the scanned goods in two bags. And Randy paid for his groceries.

"Han, what time will I pick you up?" before Randy left the cashier, he made a sound, Hana did not answer.

"Mmm, don't be brother! I'll be with Citra. Thanks for taking me with you. Tomorrow there's no need to take me with you."

"Mr, Han. The image with me earlier, so he did not bring his own bike. Hana's home at 6, mas!" The princess took a look at what Hana was supposed to say, until Hana looked sharply at the Princess and pursed her lips. Randy laughs.

Randy immediately said he would pick up Hana, and handed her a bag of snack crackers to share with friends.

"That's so good, Randy. Want one, a guy like him!" The princess was still giggling, glancing at Hana.

"Yes, take the guy still in front!" pointing with his chin, visible from the transparent glass Randy was wearing a helmet, then riding his motorcycle bolted towards his workplace.

"Truly I can take, ntar nyesel again Lo Han!" Hana just a manyun did not respond to the Princess's words.

"Ha ha, joked Han! I am loyal, my friend. I'm not going to have my own chum."

In the afternoon, Hana deliberately wanted to go home early, wanted to avoid Randy, at half-six he had permission with his boss to go home half an hour early. Hana stands in the corner of the store while waiting for the online object she ordered. And approaching when there is a motorcycle taxi driver who stops at the supermarket parking lot.

"Mr Hana, huh?" greet the taxi driver. Hana nodded, then turned about to go up to the motorcycle seat. But surprised when suddenly a sturdy hand blocked his hand.

"Sister Randy. How come it's here?" hana asked nervously. What the world says, Hana's caught wet right now.

"I told you, wait for me! You even deliberately went home early!" randy's nagging, still clutching tightly to Hana.

"Sir, sorry! The object is not."

"But mas!"

"But, Brother!" said the taxi driver and Hana at the same time.

" This is in compensation to Father. I'm sorry, but my girl is crashing!" Randy handed the green banknote to the motorcycle taxi driver.

"Yes, sorry! After you are stubborn anyway, tell me to wait until I even want to ride a motorcycle taxi, later your father says I am not trustworthy anymore. Maintaining the trust of parents is important Hana, not as easy as speech. Once we deny, they'll think twice to believe again!" Randy even nyerocos while pulling Hana's hand towards his motorbike which he parked carelessly, even without him turning off the engine.

Hana slaps her hand as they stand near Randy's motorcycle.

"Sister Randy why is the attention-grabber the same as me. From tomorrow, Randy won't have to take me or pick me up. Our business is done. I'm healed!" he said with a ketus.

"I'm an independent woman, I don't need Randy's help!" Randy approached one step in front of Hana, just a foot away. His gaze was straight at the girl in front of him, Hana who had been staring intently cast a glance in any direction.

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Irritatedly Hana sits in the back seat of Randy's bike, she loses the argument. But Randy has not yet driven his bike.

"Hand hold dong, ntar fell I was again wronged!" randy said while looking over, Hana was already bored there because Citra and another friend had a smile that was not clear from behind the shop glass. Because Hana did not respond, Randy's left hand caught Hana's hand and wrapped it around her waist, until Hana's body stuck behind Randy's back, with the right hand turning the motor gas.

As a result Citra and her friends screamed hysterically from the inside looking at the scene, making some people who were choosing groceries turn to them.

"What the hell, off! Or I'll get off here!" threaten Hana at Randy half-screaming while hitting that wide back.

"Sorry sorry, you end up being stubborn anyway, don't want to hold on!" Randy takes off Hana's hand. The motorbike drove on a highway that was quite crowded, there was no conversation during the trip until the bike turned into the yard of Hana's house.

Hana came down still with a murmur, and handed the helmet in a slightly rough motion.

" From tomorrow I don't have to pick up again, I'm on my own bike. Thanks for getting picked up today!" without waiting for Randy's reply, Hana steps onto the porch and knocks on the door because the door is locked from the inside. The sound of tarhim omens of the day leading up to the Maghrib echoed from the surau near Hana's house.

Mr. Hadi opened the door for his son, saw Hana Randy's father get off the bike and smiled at him.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir! Want to go to mushalla?" ask Randy. While Hana directly entered regardless of the two men of different generations who spoke on the porch of the house.

Today was very tiring for Hana, all day sitting in the cashier chair in fact makes her legs still feel a bit linu. He grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom near the kitchen.

"Mother...!" before stepping into the bathroom, Hana took the time to greet Bu Mira and hugged her from behind the woman who had given birth to her.

"Hmmm, the smell of mother's cooking, so laper!" there's a capcay with a slice of Hana's favorite meatball.

"Tumben has returned to Han! usually the Maghrib!" mom had turned off her stove and turned her head off looking at the wall clock in the dining room. It was half an hour faster than Hanna's usual return.

" Yes Mom!" short answer Hana.

"Where are his legs, no problem sitting all day?" Bu Mira saw the child's feet just the wayangnya.

"Agot linu little ma'am, but no papa, brought happy aja, home all day also for, there can meet many people, so more entertained." Mira said hamdalah and told Hana to take a shower, remembering that a few minutes later the Maghrib had almost arrived.

After carrying out the Maghrib, Hana immediately came out to remember her mother's appetizing cooking, wanting to eat it immediately. But how surprised he was, it turned out that Randy came with his father to the dining table. The man was wearing a sarong that seemed to be lent by Father while smiling to win at Hana.

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