The Complicated Love of Sibungsu
Part 17's
That night Hana was determined to go to the mini market, Hana wanted to buy her favorite snack. Hana went alone because the distance of the mini market is not far from her home, Hana uses a pink hoodie and black instant hijab and flip-flops. Hana wears a mask because at that time she was flu, someone hit Hana from behind making snacks in Hana's hand fell scattered on the mini market floor.
"Astaghfirullah," said Hana while picking up her snack.
"I'm sorry accidentally" the person who hit Hana helped pick up her snack.
Hana glanced beside someone who was quite close to her, it turned out to be Zayan Fathurisnin. Hana's heart was beating faster than before, her eyes twinkling at Zayan who was busy tidying up his snacks. Until Zayan helped him to stand by holding Hana's arm, not in contact with the skin really.
"Ma-thank you, sister," Hana replied as she received her snack.
"Congratulations anyway?" Zayan looked at Hana in wonder. It seemed that Zayan did not know that the woman in front of him was Hana.
Then Hana took off her mask.
"Yes thanks because Brother Zayan has helped me finish my snacks" replied Hana with a friendly smile.
"Oh yes," Zayan was slightly surprised to learn that the woman was Hana. Then Zayan smiled clumsily and scratched his non-itchy temple.
"I pay first excuse me," Hana passed to the cashier leaving Zayan still silent.
In front of the mini market Zayan is still not moving with his motorbike, he is waiting for someone to get out of there. And the person he was about to arrive at, Zayan immediately approached the man.
"Who are you here with?" ask Zayan to Hana.
"Himself, why?'' Hannah asked back.
"What's the deal here?" Zayan asked another question.
"Street, Hana's house is not far from here" replied Hana.
"Well, I'll bring you home!" Zayan made an offer. The error was not an offer but a coercion because Zayan had taken over the plastic bag in Hana's hand and got on his motorbike, he waited for the master who had a plastic bag to sit in the back seat.
Hana still can't believe Zayan's invitation just now, what Hana's dreaming about. Hana pinched her own hand because she still couldn't believe it.
"Aargh," said Hana because she was too strong to pinch her hand.
"Why?" ask Zayan.
"Your hand is sick?"
"Eh no, it's okay kok kak," replied Hana while riding a motorbike Zayan.
Zayan drove his bike a little slowly. The night seemed to give blessing to the two men to linger towards the way home, when turning to Hana's house, Zayan was straight and did not realize the intersection.
"The brother was supposed to turn right, Hana's house in the compound!" hana said while patting Zayan on the shoulder.
"Astaghfirullah didn't say that!" Zayan glanced at Hana from the rearview mirror of his motorbike.
"Hana also forgot," replied Hana.
"Yaudah ntar in front of the turn around, but I want to buy martabak first," explained Zayan. Then Zayan's motorbike stopped in front of a special martabak shop on the side of the road.
"No, Hana didn't buy martabak" replied Hana.
"Well, what do you like martabak?" ask the tall man again.
"Taste the cheese anyway," Hana sat in the chair the shop owner had provided.
While Zayan went to order martabak, it seemed like this martabak shop was quite crowded so Zayan had to wait in line for quite a while. Then Zayan returned to Hana's place while bringing two packs of martabak.
"Now!" Zayan thrust one of the bags of martabak to Hana.
''What is this, '" asked Hana puzzled while receiving the pouch.
"That's satay!" zayan answered.
"Why do you think Zayan bought a martabak?" ask Hana with a full look.
Zayan glanced at Hana with the corner of his eye, why was Hana so innocent of God.
"That's a special cheese flavor for you, already accept the food back home," explained Zayan. Only this time did Zayan speak long enough to Hana.
"Eee. ta-tapii," Hana seemed to think, she felt embarrassed when she heard Zayan's explanation. Not shame but wrong behavior.
"Look Hana, you're going to hunt the mallem!"
"Yes, brother,"
The two teenagers turned back to the Hana housing complex, behind Zayan Hana did not stop developing his smile. It seems like luck is on her side tonight, the usually cold Zayan has now started to warm up.
"Thank you brother Zayan, already want to go home the same thanks also martabaknya," Hana down from the motorbike Zayan.
"Yes together, oh yeah I heard you were in a poetry musical?" ask Zayan.
"Yes, you know where Zayan's from?"
"There, I'm back. See you."
"See you too kak," Hana waved to Zayan's motorbike which began to move away from his yard.
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See you Zayan and Hana🤗..
