Red Hooded Girl

Hana Amelia Hendra's

"Iyan..!” exclaim that woman.

The god was silent for a moment watching the veiled woman.

"You're Iyan, right?" ask the woman later.

The god nodded his head.

"Sorry.. Who is it?" tanyakanya. Because he was completely unable to remember the figure of the veiled woman.

"You don't want to be with me? Forgot me?" the veiled woman was disappointed.

The gods tried to think back. If the veiled woman calls him "Iyan" it means there are two possibilities. The first possibility of the woman was a friend as she sat on the bench of MTS, probably one of the santriwati where she went first. Or the second possibility is that the woman is Grandma Mira's neighbor. Because in grade 4 to grade 6 Elementary, he lived with his grandmother. Her grandmother Mira also called her "Iyan".

"Emmm. Sorry because my memory is bad, hehehehe," he said interspersed with jokes to further melt the atmosphere. His memory is bad if it is about women except for Jasmina Zahra bint Haji Zaenudin of course.

"We used to be neighbors, SD friends as well, and cottage friends also in. (mentioned the name of the modern boarding school where they study)." The veiled woman tried to remind the God.

The god looked at the woman for a moment, trying to recall.

"You who used to love to defend me, if I was bullied... Emm. Mr. Felix's son whose mustache is thick. Ga inget?" The woman spoke again, reminiscing about her childhood with the Gods.

"Oh yes, I remember. You're Hendra's son, right?" guess God because his memory of this woman before him is still faint.

The veiled woman nodded her head asserting the God's guess.

"his name... Emm...." The god still cannot remember his name.

"Hana.. I'm Hana," said the veiled woman who turned out to be named Hana.

"Masha God... Hannah. Yes, in Hana. I'm sorry Han. I want to but I forget," he said.

Hana Amelia Hendra was a neighbor and childhood friend of God when she was raised by her grandmother. They also went to the same school. Although Hana is a transfer student, she only entered the place where Dewa attended school in 5th grade Elementary School.

Their relationship used to be very close, because their living quarters were next to each other. When Grandma Mira died, and God was put into the boarding house by her mother. Hana also whines to her father to put her in the boarding school just like the gods.

"Are you okay Han? Let's step aside first," said the god while waking up and standing up.

"That's okay," replied Hana who was also trying to stand up.

"Sit down first in the stall was Han," suggested the Lord. He wakes Hana's downed motorbike and pushes it to the edge of the sidewalk near a stall.

Hana had already taken a sitting position on the long bench in front of the small stall. After pulling over Hana's motorbike and also pulling over her motorbike that was parked in any place, Dewa stepped over to Hana.

"Drink first Han," he bargained.

Hana nodded her offer. The god took two bottles of the "Scented Peak Tea" cold drink from the wine cooler in the stall.

"It's Han's drink first" he said, handing Hana a bottle of cold drink.

"Thank you Yan," said Hana smiling gently.

The god also sat himself on the long bench where Hana was sitting. They sit next to each other but far away.

"Here I open," said the god when he saw Hana had trouble opening the seal of the lid of the drink.

Hana gave the bottle of cold drink to the god. Then the God opened it and handed it back to Hana.

"Thank you" said Hana and sipped her drink.

"I'm sorry Han. You turned right sen, turned left instead" said the god after sipping a drink.

"Well... Any time?"

"Everything I'm horrified if I see a girl let alone mothers riding a motorcycle, like not to take the bike," complained God.

"Yes, I'm sorry I was wrong" Hana replied. Then smiled knots and looked at the God for a moment.

"Are you papa? Is there a scuff?"

Hana felt her hands and feet in her scarf dress. To know if something is hurting.

"Something seems to be abrasive anyway" he concluded. Although he actually felt something hurt, namely his buttocks that hurt and bruised. But there's no way he's revealing it to a god, is there?.

"Thank God no one was scuffed. So you want to check into the clinic?" tawar Gods. Because even though he still feels guilty for having hit Hana to cause her to fall from the bike. Although this accident was not the fault of the Gods entirely.

Hana shakes. "Ga. I'm okay," he said.

"Is it okay?"

"Yes, inshaallah."

"Yan... How long have we not seen?" ask Hana.

"Emmm... How many?" God tapped his index finger on his chin pretending to be thinking. "I don't know, I don't count the things, hehehehe."

"Long time Yan. I pray to meet you. And finally thank God on this sunny afternoon my prayers were granted" said Hana. Then a gentle smile looked at the God.

"Well... You doin'in me? Why do you pray'in me Han?"

"ee... Joking Yan," asked Hana to cover up the embarrassment of being overwhelmed. "Hehehehehe..." He laughed to perfect his attempt to cover up the shame.

"You live in this town Han?" ask God. While his hands were busy typing some messages for his halal lover. Because Mimin was worried about waiting for him.

"Just this morning I arrived in this city" explained Hana.

"Oh yes," he said, pressing the arrow on WhatsApp sent a message to Mimin.

"Yes. I used to live in Bandung."

"Oh." Dewa answered while focusing on his phone, sending messages lebay and rubber to Mimin.

"Eh... No way. Not busy." The god turned his gaze to Hana and immediately stored his phone into a sling bag. Hana's question made her feel bad. Worrying Hana felt mistreated.

"If you... How can I stay in this city? Don't you live in Jakarta Yan?"

"I haven't lived here in two months either."

"Ooh. Can't expect to see you here in this town."

"Hehehe... Yes, I didn't expect it."

"I am also here because there is a call to teach" Hana explained.

"Yes. Where to learn?"

"At University....." Hana mentioned the name of one Islamic university in the city.

"Gee... I'm Miss Lecturer."

Hana smiling. "Yes, thank God. Even though he is not a lecturer yet."

"That's great you're Han," praise God.

"If you are Yan?"

"I... If I were like this. Hehehe...."

Hana looked at the God and then tapped her index finger on her chin. "Emmm... From the looks of it. You seem to be a musician, right?" guess Hana.

"Yup. That's right."

"From childhood, do you want to be a rocker? What has been accomplished?" Hana remembers very well since childhood God has a hobby of listening to rock music and even the style of clothing he wears is sometimes rocker style.

"Emmm... Haven't. Hehehehe...." God laughs at himself as a failed rocker.

"Yes... Then you continued to go with Fahri huh?" ask the gods again.

Because the three of them used to go to the same boarding school. If Dewa only mondok for 3 years and then in the upper middle level choose to go to school in SMK (STM), while Fahri continues to go on mondok in the boarding school. As for Hana, she did not know the news.

"No. if I, continue the mondok to Malang. He studied S-1 in Egypt. If the graduate is in Jakarta. But the time in Jakarta even we never met ya.

"You're so amazing Han," praised God.

The praise of the Gods published a knotty smile on Hana's lips.

"Certainly you now live where Yan is?" ask Hana.

Drrr... Drr... Drrr...

Hana's question coincided with a tremor that felt tickling her thigh. The vibration came from the phone in the sling bag that was inside his lap. The god immediately reached into the sling bag and grabbed his phone. He saw a message notification from my Halal Beloved. Instantly the corner of his lips pulled upwards developed a smile as he read the message.

“Hana... You're okay, right?”

“Iya. God willing I'm okay.”

The god woke up from his seat. Then walk to the shop owner. “Teh Fragrant Peak two, so how many Pak?” ask him to the shop owner.

“Ten thousand aja,” replied the shop owner.

“This is yes Sir.” The god handed over a piece of money ten thousands. “Still,” he concluded to the warung owner.

“Iya equally.”

Then the God approached Hana.

“Han... Sorry I have an important need. I first yes,” said Dewa then sauntered away to his motorbike.

“Wait Yan...! What is your hape number?” hana asked before the Gods actually left her.

The god mentioned the row of numbers of his cell phone number slowly so that Hana could record it in a mobile phone.

“Ok. Thanks Yan,” said Hana.

“If because of the fall you were scuffed or what contact me aja, Han,” order Dewa.

Hana nodded.

“I first yes. Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikum salam,” said Hana, without a second decided his gaze to the God who has advanced his motorbike.

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Sorry well if sometimes at the end like hanging because it is intentional. Let on the minisirin and on waiting for its continuation right. The author's trick is mah. Hihihih...

Like yesterday, so eager to meet the gods with Hana hanging, I so slip another story. I originally wanted to slip Sol's story, but Sol has no partner so no fun right. Finally I slip the story of Opi and The gank and Tausyiah Ustaz Fahri, uh it turns out to be very long until dapet two chapters.

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