The Faithful Heart

Morning Ojek

Hana's family dining room looks more rame than usual. On the dining table there are various foods processed by Hana's mother and a variety of fresh fruit. They enjoyed breakfast with excitement and excitement.

" Add more Gods?"

" Thank you, ma'am, but God's stomach is full."

"Mother? Why did you call mom? Since when did my mom become your mom?" hana's eyes were full of probes towards the Gods.

" Since today. You forgot that last night you accepted my proposal, and soon our wedding will be held. Isn't it Mom?" The god asked for the support of his future father-in-law.

" Yes, God is right. So you have to be kind to him because he has become my favorite daughter-in-law. Watch out if you dare like that, mom curses you really into a pot." Hana's eyes are round.

" Dad....." Hannah asked for support from her father.

" Mother's words are right, soon God will be your husband it's only natural that he calls us father and mother."

" Oh, son, what about your parents? Have you told them about your proposal?"

" Well, they advised that my father and mother immediately find a good day to hold my marriage and Hana. Perhaps soon they will contact father and mother to discuss further. My parents apologized because my parents could not come here and could only talk via cell phone. But they promised to soon maybe come home here to discuss all this further. What is clear is that they are very supportive of my relationship with Hana and ask that I can immediately hold a wedding" explained Dewa with full confidence.

" Are you really sure you want to marry Hana? Our social status is different, lest you regret it later." asked Hana's father full of seriousness.

"I'm already very sure Well, if not sure I can't possibly propose to Hana. And social status issues, what's different? Instead, I am very grateful to my father and family for accepting me with all my shortcomings and ugliness. I reiterate once again that I love Hana very much and I promise that I will try to make Hana happy as much as possible. I ask that my father and mother always bless and pray for our happiness." replied the God with all earnestness. Hana stared fixedly at her lover's face with glass eyes full of haru and happy.

" Ah so sweet, I was so moved to hear that."

" What about you, Hana? Are you sure of your decision to accept God as a companion? Well thought out? Ready to wade through the rest of your life with God in joy and sorrow?" ask Hana's father to look at his eldest son. Hana was struck by her father's question that arrived.

" Obviously Hana was sure Yah, wong nak Dewa just handsome him not kelirungan. Isn't that Hana?"

"Mother what the heck." snorted Hana trying to hide her embarrassment.

" How is Hana you're sure yet?" I'm looking for certainty.

" How about Yank? Have you assured me of your decision to marry me?"

" Answer dong Han, don't be ashamed of meow." said Hana's mother.

This is what sich even attacked all. I'm pretty sure I'm a god, but how do I answer? I'm just embarrassed.

All three pairs of eyes were fixed towards Hana waiting for an answer from her.

" I-yeah, I'm sure." replied Hana still with a shy look.

" Are you sure what?" urge Hana's mother who is getting excited to tease her child.

" Yes-it-tadi." lirih Hana.

" Have it been, Mom must have deliberately tried to tease me, right?" hana's voice tone was high.

The god and old man Hana smiled amusedly at Hana who was misbehaving and her face that had been flushed from earlier.

Hana hurried to finish the food on her plate.

" I'm done with breakfast, I'm leaving first." Hannah swigged the water in her glass.

" Buru really rushed Han. Tumben, it's usually a little unfortunate to leave." asked Hana's father.

" Today I have a repetition in the first hour Well." said Hana.

" I'll take you, then. I'm done eating it too." The god moved from his seat.

" No need, I'm going alone you must still be tired. Besides, I wear a hard skirt if you have to bonceng motor sport you."

" Oh baby, if for you there is no word tired, the distance of tens of thousands of kilometers I just pass let alone just to the school which is only 10 kilometers away. Already let's hunt he said to repeat in the first hour?"

" You want to ride a sport bike while wearing a kayak glove? Really can?" Hana looked at the appearance of the God.

" Could, ride your matic motorbike. Or you just want to get in the car. I saw in the garage 2 cars. It's okay Dad if I borrow the car to take Hana."

" It's obviously nothing, it's Hana's car. Just wear it anyway rarely used with Hana." Hana's father seemed not to mind.

" Yes already use my motorbike matic, very lazy if you go to school have to ride a car. Ribet, jammed, which even makes it late."

After saying goodbye Hana and Dewa climbed onto the motor matic Hana.

" Heart on the road, don't speed." cried Hana's mother as she waved her hand. Some time later followed by Hana's father saying goodbye to go to work.

Hana's black matic motor drove slowly over the rame asphalt road. The sound of horn and exhaust of cars and other vehicles creates a distinctive rhythm of the busy streets in the morning.

Hana sat sideways in the backseat while wrapping her right hand around the waist of the God. The noisy atmosphere of the streets does not disturb the mood of lovers who are in the middle of the kasmaran.

The god looked at the face of his future wife through the rearview mirror that he had changed. Her lips were endlessly smiling. The separation of 8 years actually made his love grow bigger.

Being able to ride a motorcycle while being hugged from behind by a loved one becomes priceless happiness for Gods. They look like a couple who are very harmonious, where the husband takes the wife to work on a motorcycle.

" Thank you dear." said the god while looking back a little.

" For?" Hana was confused.

" For everything."

I also thank you for everything you have done to me God. Thank you for taking care of our love for 8 years. My heart is not wrong for choosing you.

Unknowingly Hana's lips covered a smile. His hands were increasingly tightly coiled around the waist of the Gods. A sight that envy singles.

" We'll just go to the hotel...."

" No need to ngayal in the morning." Hana's hand pinched the belly of the God but it seems like the pinch is not working.

Damn, his stomach is hard, it must look sispack. What the hell is my mind even digelantur perverted like gini.

Hana pulls her hand from the waist of God but is held back by the hand of the owner of the waist.

" Don't be mad, I'm just kidding. The school gate is visible." The god pulled his motorbike a bit away from the gate in a rather quiet place at Hana's request.

" Thank you." Hana got off the bike.

" What is doang? Which expenses?" god Goda.

" How much is the cost of the ojek?"

" Not how many but what."

"Kiss me." The god advanced his face towards Hana.

" What the hell, don't be weird."

" He he, I'll get you home?"

" Yes, I went in first. Heart on the road don't fall."

" So worried you to me so do not have the heart to leave you dear."

" Morning does not need to be dreadful, I am worried that my motorbike is damaged in your collision. I'm there, I'm going to class first. Assalamualaikum."

" Neylorda." The god offered his hand.

" What?"

" O Salim, get used to it from now on. Come on."

Hana also welcomed the hand of the God.

" Not kissed his hands?"

" No need to go." ketus Hana.

In a split second Hana's mouth was even made gaping because God had softly tucked his hand.

" Cie cie Bu Hana, tumben someone nganter. But I'm not capital anyway Bu guy. Cook nganter using Mom's motor. Know that every day I just pick up Mom using my bike, more cool." chirped a male student who was riding a red sports bike.

The god stared intently at the disciple, his eyes as if ready to pounce.

Hana clenched her hand while shaking her head slowly, her sweet smile instantly made the anger of God evaporate somewhere.

"There the hunt went home. Continue to sleep you must still be tired and sleepy, right?" Hana took off her hand.

" Well I'll go home first, you'll be good if you teach."

Hana breezed towards the school gate, leaving the God still glued to his place. After the figure of Hana entered the school, then the God put forward his motorbike.