HANA LOVE STORY'S

Chapter 64

"So, starting later tonight you prepare yourself for a beautiful baby like his son Aam earlier."

Hana immediately felt dizzy, thinking about her fate later tonight. Whether to dodge again or surrender.

"Mm, brother. Is his house far away? " Hana ngeles from talking about babies. Better to talk about the others.

"No, really. If the trip is smooth, not half an hour until. Why?"

"No, just ask. Yaudah, go yuk! "

"Where are your hands?" Randy asked Hana to extend her hand.

"What's wrong with my hand, brother?"

"There's. Herein, try! " Hana according, extended his right hand.

"Left hand?"

"What the hell is it?"

"It's just so bad."

Randy hooked both of Hana's hands in front of her stomach.

"Well, the new gini is friendly" he said laughing while starting the bike.

"Ih, kirain what! " willing to feel the heart of Hana stuck on that wide back, leaning the head with her hands clutching the chest, must feel comfortable. Inner Hana thought that no.

Randy drove the bike at low speed, the trip home they went through with a laugh, so it did not feel they had arrived in front of the house.

Randy went upstairs, got in the room and cleaned up. While Hana washes her hands, then scratches some flour, wheat flour, starch and rice flour, sugar, coconut milk and other ingredients. With a quick and agile motion, he made the cake batter.

After making the dough, Maghrib time arrived. He prayed with Randy. After that, he came back to fight with his dough.

"You make cookies, Han?" Hana who was giving food coloring to her dough nodded.

"Your husband wants a cake? Today too? " Mom still curious to ask.

"No, Ma. The story was that I met his friend Randy. And his wife was pregnant and really wanted to eat a rose cake like a painting cake made by me. In fact, the tantenya is actually also good at making cakes, has a shop as well. Kasian, Mum. Pregnant women need to be followed. I made this special for him, this time I want to go to his house. " Obviously Hana, Miss Mira mangosteen, then help Hana pour the dough on the mold.

"Yes my. As soon as you get to belain make this afternoon afternoon."

"Mom knows not, whose name mbak Diah already has a 4-year-old child. Her son is cute, funny. I want to see him again." Hana was so enthusiastic about her meeting with Shireen. Bu Mira noticed her son's face that looked radiant in series.

Mother too, Nduk. Pingin soon nimang grandson.

"Aren't you tired of what all day out? I'd love to be dizzy all day long."

"A little bit, Mom."

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Two paper box size M pieces containing a rose cake and a brown bean sprinkle paint is ready on the table, the clock shows seven o'clock more. Not too late to visit.

Randy and Hana say goodbye to his Mom and Dad, then slide into the house of a pregnant woman and crave her cake.

"Well, the house is very luxurious, brother. Rich man apparently Randy's best friend." While carrying by her right hand, Hannah was amazed to look around the house.

"Yes, he's a businessman, an architecture consultant. Clients are middle and upper class. But he remains humble, generous and not arrogant. He also donated several orphanage foundations. Among them the parlors have Mother."

"First, when he was a child he was often invited to the orphanage, and he liked to play with the children of the Panti, including me." Hana listens to Randy's story while her eyes look at the carport, there are some cars there.

Are there any guests?

"I pulled the bell!" Hana nodded, then she tidied up her hijab.

"Assalamu'alaikum! " greet Randy when the door opens, showing the figure of a man in a short-sleeved shirt and gloved.

"Waalaikum salam. Who's new?" ask the man.

"Is his Aam there? I'm Randy and this is my wife."

"Oh there, please come in! Bang Aam is inside." They entered, Hana was amazed by the interior design of the house that looks aesthetic and of course luxurious. They sit on a soft sofa, and the floor they pile on is also thick and soft.

Rich people, different. Hannah.

He placed the box on the table, still admiring the room when he heard the greeting.

"Assalamualaikum, Masha Allah, there is a special guest apparently." Aam smiled broadly at his guest with his wife. Randy and Hana stand up, they shake hands. Randy bertoss ria with Aam then hugged, while Diah and Hana were splashing cipiki after shaking hands.

"Waaah, my favorite cake! Thank you, Mbak Hana, it's far away to send cake here. Duuuh, so moved! " Diah took one bika. Still warm.

"I ate Hana, I can't wait! " Hana nodded, and the woman before her ate the cake with an expression that showed she liked the cake she was eating.

" Eh, we're gathering, huh. There's my sister's same cousin in the back again burn. Yuk, we join! " take Aam expectantly. Randy and Hana looked at each other.

"But, mas! It's been night. The plan is not for long, just this nganter keeps coming home."Randy tried to push back subtly.

"Nothing but a fireplace. You guys should want to. Excitement, come on! " the host who turns out to have a forced nature, pulls Randy's hand. Finally they followed Aam and Diah who walked first.

Behind the house was quite crowded, Aam introduced his younger sister, Meera Shera. Also their husband Daren Meera and Rega Shera's husband. And their children are also the ones who are making a mess in the middle room of Aam's house.

There is also Aam's cousin named Raka and her sister, Rania. Raka is still studying at the Faculty of Medicine, while her sister Rania, is still in high school.

"Truly yes, mas Aam. If you have a lot of sodara continue to gather gini! " Randy, Aam, and Daren sit cross-legged while eating boiled beans. While there are women who buy chili, there are those who roast fish, sausages and even meat. There are also people who are trying to steal something. Hana approaches Shireen playing with her brother.

"We schedule once a month for a get-together like this. Now here, next month at Meera's house. Unfortunately, Mama and Papa have a condition, so they don't get together here tonight." explained Aam. The three of them turned their heads, as Rania screamed seduced by her brother, Raka.

"Sauces' are eaten, not for my sister's outstretch! " Raka on his whim smeared his sister's hand with red sauce. Laughing loudly when she saw her sister snorting annoyed.

"Sister, so dirty hands with my shirt. Bersihin's! "

"Geez, week!"

"I don't want to know anyway. Bersihin, or I ngadu Mommy! " to thrust out his hand so that his brother is ready to clean.

"Basic, spoiled child. Little bit Mother, little bit by Mother. Cape deh's! " said Raka taking water in a bottle.

"Here I clean! " Rania thrust her hand. Not cleaned, but with a fad again Raka spilled water on her sleeve until a little wet clothes Rania.

"Sister, huaaa Mother! Brother nakaaaal! "

"Rakaoh!" Raka ran closer to the pounding of her ponakan who was playing. Avoiding a counterattack from his sister, who gets allies Meera and Shera and Rega.

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The night is getting late. At 11pm, Randy and Hana were home. They had stopped by a night market. Because they were full of food at Aam's house, they only saw the crowd in the dim light of the lamp. Sit together on a bicycle seat and join hands.

Randy first goes into the bathroom to clean himself up, then turns Hana. Hana deliberately linger long in the bathroom, even though the eyes feel sepet. Still feeling groggy having to sleep in bed with her husband. He looked at Randy's actions when they were empty. A few red tattoo stamps on her neck, and upper chest and then tearing her up.

Ferocious.

Yes, sleep is not yet! Moga is already. Hope Hana is in heart. But his hope was not fulfilled. As he exited, Randy sat cross-legged on the bed leaning against the hear board.

Duhhh, die me.

Randy smiled at the dikulum as he looked at Hana as if he was misbehaving as he walked towards the bed.

"Kirain overslept in the bathroom, Deck. I almost thought I wanted to get the door." Huh...

"Don't sleep in your own room. Here, comeon!" Randy became more seductive with a big smile, moving his thick eyebrows. Her body leaned where Hana was.

"I want to make a promise!"

"What promise, what promise?" Hana sat on the bed. His hand gripped firmly on the edge of the bed sheet and another hand grabbed the pillow. .

"Emh, not a promise. But I take my rights, as a husband!"

Alamac. Getting into the lion's den, Hana's defense is up. Yesterday he was evasive, this time he can no longer. For what reason?

Tonight is a historic night for them, the unification of people who love each other, until the walled lizard was reluctant to come out to find prey. Choose to stay behind the closet, or anything that can hide them from two people on the bed. Pura pura sleeping. Likewise, mosquitoes that usually fly, choose to join with their friends in the nest.

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Note: When Aam, Diah, Meera, Shera and Thor arrive.

Who the hell are they?

Author: Hehehe, intentionally. I miss the story next door.

"Which one, Thor?

" Click my profile, yes. If you haven't read it, read that one too. Title, the choice of Father Mother.

That's what it is. Yea...