Red Hooded Girl

Complicated

"Generic, Sa..."

"L....!!" hana exclaimed before the Gods perfected the greeting to his halal lover.

"Huh-Hana..." The god was caught off guard when he found Hana appearing from behind the door behind Mimin.

"Yyan.. Why are you here?" hana asked with a surprised look and was happy because she did not expect to be reunited with Iyan.

"I live here, in Abah Hajj's contract," God answered. He had a glance at Mimin, looking surprised look on his beautiful face.

While Mimin was stunned to his feet, trying to digest the situation that was unfolding before him. As well as trying to answer the questions that are present in his mind.

Iyan? Why did Hana call him Iyan?

Is that God?

Does that mean Hana's all-time future priest is a God?

"Min..H...!"

"Eh... I-iya Han." Hana's cry decided her daydream.

"This is Iyan, which I often tell you," explained Hana.

Hana's explanation was like a thunderbolt that struck. It made him very shocked, and also frightened. Afraid to imagine Hana's reaction if she knew that Iyan the future priest of all time was her husband.

"O-oh. Emm... Han, I'm afraid I'm late for the office" he said. Do not want to linger standing in this complicated situation.

"Oh, yes we are leaving now" said Hana.

"Yan... later if there is time, can we chat?" ask the gods.

"It can be" God replied without burden. Because the gods never know and never think that Hana has special feelings for him.

"Thank you, Yan. Assalamualaikum," said Hana.

"Waalaikum salam."

After the Lord answered his greeting. Hana went to her motorbike.

"I-I went to the office with Hana," said Mimin who was still standing before the gods.

"Oh, that's it. Yes, no papa. Be careful, God" said. Although actually there is a sense of disappointment because it failed to go to work with her halal lover.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam."

After saying goodbye to the gods, Mimin approached Hana who was already sitting on his motorcycle. Mimin got on the bike and sat in the back. Before the motorbike drove, Mimin had seen Hana throw a smile at God. Makes his heart more rattling, restless and anxious.

Along the way to the office, Hana kept telling me about Iyan. About their childhood, about Iyan's kindness, about Iyan's charm, and about his love for Iyan. All the things that Hana said were really making her head tired.

Until it did not feel that the motor driven by Hana had reached the office yard.

"Please Ya Han" Mimin said after getting off the bike. He took off the helmet he was wearing and handed it to Hana.

"Min, if I had known Iyan lived in your rented house. I was samperin long ago" said Hana.

Mimin smiled without answering Hana's statement.

"Is old man Iyan living in your rented?" cecar Hana who is still enthusiastic about discussing about Iyan.

"Newly more than a month," answered Mimin flat and short.

"Then, it means you know that dong Iyan has been stabbed..."

"Han, sorry," cut Mimin quick. "I'm in the office now yeah, afraid of being late" he continued.

"Oh, yes. Sorry, Min. I'm too excited. Hihihihihi." Hana sniggered and covered her mouth with both hands.

Mimin returned with a smile. "I went to the office first, Han. Thank you for bringing me in," he said.

"Yes, it's Min."

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam."

*****

Mimin has been sitting at his desk. He sat down while kneeling his two temples. His heart is fucked. Mind writhing. This problem is like a tangled thread. He was confused about where to describe it and how to solve it.

He recalled his conversation with Hana this morning, even to remember his memories with Hana since childhood where the figure of "Iyan" often told and always became the main topic.

And what made him the most claustrophobic was Hana's one-liners this morning. "If it turns out he's married. I don't think I can look at the sun anymore, Min."

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as a way to calm himself from the burden of this thought. When humans feel stressed, the lungs will become stiff so that the exchange of gas in and out of the body becomes less optimal. Sighing is a reflex to keep lung function remains optimal and sustain human survival. (So ever author read😅😅).

The daydream is interrupted when a continuous sound of incoming message notifications is heard. He immediately opened the bag that was still placed on his desk. Then he asked her to take a cell phone. Sure enough, there have been many messages coming from "The Man" and also from the chat group "Trio Akhwat".

He began to read the message one by one.

The Man: Pulp marrow with gravy. Assalamualaikum.

The Man: The road's silence still doesn't take away the emptiness, without you in my motorbike. 😭😭

The Man: It feels lonely cake of the heart.

The Man: His Heart Sol. 💔💔

The Man : Wkwkwwkwk.

He smiled reading the message. Then type something to reply to that message.

Salam waalaikum.

Sorry🙏🙏

Not waiting for long, God immediately replied to the message.

The man: Don't apologize because you weren't wrong, it was me.

He scrunched his forehead, and was about to reply asking in more detail what mistakes had been made by God. Does this have anything to do with Hana?. That's the sentence he's going to type. But just typing the word 'Is', God has been hunted to send a further message.

The Man: It was my fault for loving you too much.

The Man: And I'm willing to go to jail for that mistake. As long as both are imprisoned, you are the same. Asseeeeek. Ea Ea's... 😘😘😘.

Mimin canceled typing the previous message, and replaced it with the next message.

Happy working.

And soon get a reply from the gods of course.

The Man: Thank you. You also survived working. Spirit💪💪

The Man :Love U & & 'Love ' ''About A' 'S.A 'S.A' 'Love.

Then he opened the group chat message "Trio Akhwat".

Hana sent me a photo of one of the dining establishments in this town. Then give a caption below it.

Hana : Come home from work here yuk.

Rahma : Mau... Kangen same empeknya.

Hannah : Yuk yuk yuk... Cus went home from work.

Rahma: Are you here ukhsay?

Hanna : Yupz. Alhamdulillahot.

Rahma : Yes. Should be celebrated with this plate of embalm.

Hana : I am the one who deals.

Rahma: Hooray to be treated by Budos. 👏👏

Hana : More seneng about 🤭🤗

Rahma: Seneng why??

Q: Do you want to know what you want to know??

Rahma : Want to know ange, eh. Kepo akyu tuh.

Hannah : I have met the Candidate Priest All My Time.

Rahma: Iyan???

Hannah : Yes. 😍😍

Rahma: @Mimin where is it?

Rahma: @Mimin ole tuh. Wow again WA - an same misua like it.

Reading the message, he immediately made a phone call to Rahma. And of course Rahma immediately answered her teleoon because it was in online mode.

"Tickin' Min?" sahut Rahma on the other end of the phone. Because it feels strange when chatting instead call.

"No. Intentionally so."

"What's the tumben?"

"Ma, please don't tell me about my husband..."

"Ciye... Yes, HUSBAND," Rahma's tease cuts Mimin's speech.

"I mean. Don't tell Hana about the gods. Don't talk about my marriage in front of Hana."

"Why Min? What was? Sounds pretty serious."

"It's more than serious!"

"Sounds gripping and scary?"

"Very gripping and very scary. Don't tell Hana anything."

"Yes but why?"

"Unable to talk on the phone. God willing if there is time to go to your house to tell me about this.”

“Oh. Ok. Min bales dong chat group.”

“Iya. Yes thanks Ma.”

“Ok.”

After calling Rahma. Mimin took the time to reply to a group chat.

I'm mah ngikut aja. Kangen shrimp are also empek-empek and siomaynya.

Sorry ukshay2ku. I continued my work. Hugs kiss for everyone. 😘😘.

After sending the message, he hung up his phone and put it back in his bag.

As he was about to start his work, his eyes fell on a red rose lying next to the computer at his desk. He grabbed the rose and kissed it. He who really likes flowers, smiles sumringah while constantly kissing the crown of the rose. Until then he realized. Whose rose is this? How's it on my desk?. He murmured in his heart.

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