My Crazy Lady's

Chapter 3 (MCL)

Enough, Do. It's not funny, it's too much!” it was Nico's voice, Hanna memorized it very well, for a week only the man's voice that she had heard before her sleep. Every time they spoke on the phone, Hanna would passionately record it.

Slowly, Hanna cleaned her face. A little light could enter his vision.

“It..” Nico thrust his handkerchief, but instead of accepting, Hanna replied with a smile while shaking her head.

“No need. Your precious handkerchief will be dirty, even more inappropriate for my face that you despise” Hanna still smiles at Nico. Perhaps this was the smile he gave the man last time. Hanna turned around, stepping away from her pain, disappointment and heartache. But just two steps away, the girl stopped when she heard the painful taunts from one of them.

“Even Nico is disgusted to hold your hands and also your waist is floundering! You deserve to be treated like that,” Edo exclaimed loudly with the laughter of his other bastard friends.

Once again Hanna closed her eyes, strengthened her heart, then confidently, turned around and walked back towards them.

Puk!

A hard hit landed on Edo's cheek. So strong that his face was thrown aside.

"You deserve it!" hanna exclaimed with perfectly rounded eyes and a breath so rough because of the emotional pressure on her chest.

Hanna turned around, this time not stopping in the middle of her steps. When a frenzied voice of shock behind her over the actions she had just taken, Hanna chose to go home.

He knew there was one more course he should have taken today, but his brain would definitely not be able to accommodate him anymore.

"You're home early." Ema's welcome was just her nod, with no intention of opening her voice. But he forgot, if it was Ema, the woman who would not be satisfied, with just a nod.

"Huhn?"

"The lecturer is absent, Ma. So there's no class" she replied briefly.

At first, Hanna wanted to stay at the bookstore. From the internet, he has repeatedly monitored his favorite novel that has been published. He wanted to buy, but his allowance was up. Even to buy kebab 12 thousand he was not able to. So Hanna came home with five grand left, a change from her online ojek.

***

A hungry stomach brought Hanna hurriedly closer to the dining table. Stuart, his papa has sat down to greet his arrival with a smile.

"Hi, princess. How was your day?"

"I'm lazy to talk about it, Papa," he said lazily. Take the place to the left of Stuart.

"Sir Hanna just broke up, Pa" the voice managed to make Hanna lift her face. Cathy smiled and sat down next to Hanna.

"What?"

Hanna had not even had the chance to curse her sister, the thing she feared had already appeared. His mother would not be happy to hear this. Hanna will be back to being Ema's moons, because she must have thought, Hanna and Nico's breakup must be due to Hanna's poor appearance.

"Yes, Ma. I met Brother Lusi. He told me that Brother Hanna just broke up. The man who had been dating her, it was not serious, aka prank!"

The knife in Hanna's grasp became an alternative for her to channel emotions. Hanna wished it wasn't the knife handle she currently had in her hands, but Cathy's neckline!

"Is that true, Han? you abandoned that guy? my mother guessed. There's no way there's gonna be a guy who wants to keep you by your side, if you look like that!" exclaiming Ema threw a napkin on the dining table.

His eyes seemed to lock onto Hanna's lowered face. Can anyone kidnap Hanna from that house tonight? he was eager to disappear in order to avoid tonight's judgment.

"Darling, don't be. Hanna will definitely find the right man for her. If the man was just playing around, then it was good to end this time. We don't want our little Hanna to get hurt, do we?" stuart's soft voice became the reason Hanna did not scream, answering her mother's words.

Now he is a victim, betrayed by a man who has played with his heart and feelings, then why is he the one to blame?

***

Two days, Hanna didn't go to college. His heart was not ready to see Nico and the others. After all, the eyes of the lecture are also many who are off, the lecturer is able to his comparative study to Malaysia, so they are also only given assignments via email.

"Darling, can you help papa, get me some red brick parchment in the barn?" stuart's voice turned Hanna's gaze away from her phone.

Stuart is packing some of the items he will bring to the auction venue next Sunday, which will be held in Lyon, France.

"Ok, Papa"

Every Stuart in the house, Hanna would choose to accompany her father to work in the man's room. Hanna didn't do anything, even if she wasn't interested in ancient objects, she'd just be quiet, in one corner of the room.

At least, the reason for helping Stuart work, can save Hanna from the nagging of her mother who asked her to join the zumba-ria with friends Ema who indeed every afternoon make their home into an aerobics and zumba studio.

From where she is now, Hanna can hear the sound of music from her mother's gymnastics studio near the pool. His mother, who has a body like a Spanish guitar, is obsessed with making Hanna look attractive like her.

As much as Hanna's energy pushed the door of the warehouse on the second floor of their house. Room that rarely visited the residents of the house, in addition to the papa. Full of ash, and a place to put various types of objects that are no longer needed.

Sometimes Hanna thought, why are the things not just thrown away, but her papa always said, if a lot of their ancestral stuff that Stuart stored there.

The parchment was hanging on top of a mahogany rack. Seeing the dust stuck there alone made Hanna lazy to get closer. However, he should hurry, if you want to breathe fresh air as soon as possible.

His short body of course could not reach, until Hanna had to climb into the chair that was there. Just as it was pulled with all its might, along with the parchment fell a dull book. The cover is no longer shaped. However, what attracted his heart to pick up the book was the writing on it. The love of my life.

Hanna was initially hesitant, however, her penchant for reading led her to pick up the book.

To be precise, it was a novel. Old novel, who does it belong to. Slowly he opened the first sheet, there was a sentence, in the form of engraving with black ink.

Love is a choice you make from moment to moment.

A smile appeared on his face. His spirit suddenly returned. How not, he already did not have the money to buy a novel, and right now he found one. On the second sheet, there was one more stroke of the pen before Hanna came in on chapter one.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies..