Hanifa For Devan

An Incident's

"Where are we going, Van?" ask Hanifa when the car they are riding in has not stopped. It's been an hour, but they haven't reached their destination yet.

“We're going to Bogor."

Hanifa's eyes were perfectly rounded. "Bogor?"

"Yes. We're going to Oma's house."

Hanifa is just a long oh. Considering he doesn't know much about the Devan family any further. Which Hanifa knows, Devan only lives with Jihan's sister. His mother, who is native to Germany, has not been to Indonesia for a long time. Hanifa did not know that the Deva Tone family still lived here.

"You're patient, yeah. Just a little later" said Devan, who now rests his head on Hanifa's shoulder.

"You're still dizzy, huh?"

"Little."

"If you're still dizzy, why don't you go home, Van? We can go to Oma's house if you're really healthy."

"I'm okay. I miss Oma, I haven't played there for a long time."

Hanifa could only let out a long sigh. It was indeed difficult to prevent the wishes of the man beside her.

After traveling a long time, finally their car parked in a yard of a house that is quite luxurious, but looks simple. Next, they prepare to go down.

Near the door, there stood a woman who was about 50 years old was watering flowers around the house. The newly descending Devan immediately walked up to the woman who might not have been aware of their arrival.

"Assalamualaikum, Oma," said Devan, followed by Hanifa in the back.

Hearing someone's voice say a greeting, the woman immediately turned around. His smile was glimpsed by the figure standing in front of him.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Masiah Allah ... Granddaughter of Oma," she replied and immediately hugged Devan.

"Oma how are you? Sorry, yeah, Devan never played here again."

The woman took off her arms, both hands cupped to Devan's face. "Oma be all right, baby. Are you healthy there? This is your head why bandages?" ask the oma. A worried roar was visible from his already shriveled face.

"Devan is not papa, Oma. It's just a small wound."

"You climbed a tree again, huh? This must be his head falling from a tree, right?"

Devan laughed a little considering himself who always got scorned because of a hobby once climbing a small tree. "Oma can do it. Devan is great, Ma. I didn't climb a tree anymore" he answered and hugged the second angel in his life.

"Devan kangen is absolutely the same Oma."

"Oma too dear, thank God Oma's granddaughter is fine. Jihan not coming?”

"Tonight he'll be here Ma, still taking care of work at the office."

"Eh, who's Van?" ask the woman named Fatmawati when she saw the existence of Hanifa.

"Assalamualaikum, Oma," said Hanifa too, then kissed the back of Fatma's hand.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, beautiful," she replied smilingly.

"Oma knowin, it's Hanifa."

From the look on his grandson's face, Fatma could already guess who the woman who was with her grandson was. "You're my granddaughter's wife, right?"

"Huh?" Hanifa was slightly surprised to hear the question from the woman in front of her.

"Don't be surprised by Oma's question, honey. Oma knew that because Oma's granddaughter this one could not bring just any woman without any ties. Oma's granddaughter is very anti-female, with your arrival here is enough to make Oma understand, if you are the choice of her heart. Isn't that right, Van?”

Devan patted his head on hearing his grandmother's words just now. "Oma, why open the card in front, Ifa? Kan Devan is ashamed," he whispered.

"Why be ashamed, Van? She is your wife. It's only natural that she knew about her husband."

Hanifa who heard that smiled. "Ifa knew, Ma."

"That's right, your wife knows." He smiled at his grandson's face. "Welcome to our family, baby. May God always give you happiness."

"Aamiinu. Thank you, Oma."

Fatma stroked Hanifa's face gently, then smiled affectionately. "Beauty, yeah, Van, sholeh again. It is not wrong Oma ngajarin you are looking for a wife sholehah."

After talking for a long time, the three of them finally entered. Five minutes tidying up the room that used to be his favorite place, Devan took the initiative to take Hanifa out.

"Oma, Devan's going out for a minute, yeah. Wanna see the tea garden."

Fatma who just came from the kitchen immediately agreed. "Yes, but don't go home too late. Poor Hanifa, must be tired."

"Ready, Oma. If so, Devan will leave, yes. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

Just before the gate, Hanifa stopped her steps.

"Why?" ask Devan.

"Where are we really going, Van? Shouldn't you rest? We just got there."

"You're tired, huh?"

Hanifa shook her head. "I'm not tired Devan, but you."

"I'm not tired. Now you're coming, yeah."

"Wear what?"

"No." Devan pointed to a bicycle parked near the gate. "Come, ah! Night hunt's on."

Finally Hanifa relented again, and chose to follow Devan to the front of the gate. But until a few seconds later, Devan did not feel any movement behind him.

"Cock hasn't gone up?" devan asked when he was ready to leave on his bike.

"Are you sure you're on a bike?"

"A hundred percent sure. I guarantee you will not fall. You believe the same, do you?" Hanifa nodded. "Let's go up!"

Hanifa according. Before pedaling his bike, Devan grabbed Hanifa's hand and placed it in front of her stomach. "Handle, yes, let you not be afraid."

A few seconds later, Devan was already pedaling his bike, down every street lined with his family's tea plantations. The weather that afternoon was very cool.

A cool heart of two lovebirds who are entering the stage of understanding and complementing each other. Despite being deep in her heart, Hanifa often fought with her instincts. Thinking that her marriage to Devan won't last long.

Even so, Hanifa had promised herself to still maintain what her destiny was right now. He was confident in the decision he had made.

"Fa?" devan's voice blew away his strange thoughts.

"Eh, huh?"

“Down," asked.

"You daydream, huh?" devan asked, pulling Hanifa's nose slowly.

"No, it's."

“Yes, you wait here for a moment, I want to buy something there." Devan pointed to one of the shops on the side of the road.

"Yes" he replied.

"Titip the bike, yeah," Devan said again.

Before leaving, her nosy hands held onto Hanifa's head until her veil was a little messy.

"Oh, Devan. My hijab," Hanifa annoyed the man who had gone away with a small laugh.

Five minutes waiting, Devan's hand waved at him. Code that Hanifa should go there. With her bicycle, Hanifa looked around before walking. The afternoon walk was not too crowded, so Hanifa could easily cross.

In the middle of a deserted road, suddenly a car was speeding in the opposite direction. Unfortunately Hanifa was unaware of it, so the car hit her bike.

Brakk!

"HANIFA!"

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