The Faithful Heart

Courier Maak

Hana's motor drove through the crowded night streets. The sweep of wind and exhaust smoke that hit him did not shake his intention to immediately get to the house of the idol. His hands shrewdly drive a two-wheeled vehicle that has been filled with goods from his shopping coupled with a new helmet bonus from the figure this afternoon. The speed of the motorbike is not as rapid and fast as usual because it cannot be denied that the goods he carries a little more interfere with his movement space.

Hana's face looked bright as her motorbike stopped in front of the gate of the God House.

" Tiiinnn...." Hana clapped her horn repeatedly hoping that the gate would open soon. His hands already felt very sore having to drive a motorbike with no small luggage.

" Kreeekkkk.." it appears that Mr. Soleh opened the door in haste.

" I'm sorry, ma'am, what's the need?" ask sir Soleh politely did not recognize the face of Hana who was still wrapped in a helmet.

" God and Mom are home, right?"

" Mommy's inside, but God's not home yet. What are there needs?" mr. Soleh stared fixedly at Hana and his motorbike.

Has the Lord not come home yet? Poor thing, he must be tired of having to work all day. He seems to be the hardworking type.

" Oh..... The courier deliveryman package huh? I'll call you madam for a second..."

" This is sa_" Hana is not finished with his words, sir Soleh has already gone into the first.

" It's me Hana sir, not the courier of the package." Hana snorted sounding desperate.

Fate... fate... tired tired of coming here even considered courier inter-package, the hands have been sore because of this afternoon riding a motorbike carry goods for Laura, Laura, now bring a lot of groceries for God and his mother. It turns out that making others happy requires sacrifice. Right said Laura I should have gotten in the car for sure my hand wouldn't be this big.

"Darkl...." Hana breathed deeply. Maybe it was Hana's destiny to be a courier in a day.

" There's a phone.. pick up dong... There's a phone.." Hana's phone rang. With a little difficulty, Hana took out the phone from inside her sling bag.

" Hello assalamu alaikum, how's Ra?" Hannah started the conversation.

" Greetings waalaikum. Where's Han's position? Have you arrived yet? You're okay, right?" laura's voice rang out loud from the speaker phone.

" Yes, I've come to good health without lacking anything" replied Hana sounding lethargic.

" Why are you lemes so much? That feeling is still spirit 45?"

" Huuuhhh, I'm so tired of Ra. My hands are sore riding a motorcycle while carrying this much stuff." complained Hana.

" You're ngeyel anyway. Already said to ride a car instead insistent want to go home on a motorcycle. Eat the hands of pegel." ketus Laura who is not out of thought with the attitude of her best friend who is very keen to ride a motorcycle.

" Yes yes, dear Laura. Yes, yes, Wassalamuaikum."

" Tung_" Laura's voice was interrupted because Hana disconnected the call without waiting for the approval of her interlocutor.

"Biiip.. biiip...biiip....!" a pajero car honks its horn many times because Hana's motorbike blocks its way into the house.

Ih who sich, very fast nglaksoninnya like have their own car. I don't know if it's in my ears until it hurts.

" Yes, be patient....... If you can't wait to fly alone sono." ketus Hana while advancing his motorbike without looking back.

The car went inside and parked in the garage.

" I'm sorry Ma'am courier, said the lady did not order goods online" said Mr. Soleh who was moved to Hana.

" Huffft....." Hana let out a long sigh and rolled her eyeballs.

" Soleh sir it's me Hana. Not a courier."

" Yes Alloh Gusti...... Ma'am Hana...... I'm sorry Ma'am, I don't recognize Ma'am. Cover the same helmet. Sorry, ma'am. Let me help you." sir Soleh helped to get Hana's luggage off the bike.

" dear? What do you do night out here yourself? Bring this much more?" the mother of the Gods rushed out of the house when she learned from Mr. Soleh about the arrival of his favorite daughter-in-law.

" Assaalamualaikum Ma." Hana put down her luggage and greeted her future mother-in-law.

" Greetings waalaikum. Oh my..... You get dry like this, must be tired huh? Let's hurry up and get inside. That's the stuff later to be taken by Mr. Soleh." the mother of God hugged and led Hana to immediately enter the house.

" Mom Mira, please make a drink for Hana ya."

" Yes madam, Non Hana would like to drink what anget what cold?" ask Mira politely.

" White water is cold."

" Alright, wait a minute, Non." mbok Mira went to the kitchen to get a drink for Hana.

It didn't take long, but Mira had returned with a glass of cold water and two cups of hot chocolate along with some cookies for a snack.

" Thank you Mbok." said Hana politely when mbok Mira served a drink in front of him.

Without the stale Hana immediately took a glass of water and drank it up the toilet.

" uh... Alhamdulillah.." the sensation of cold water has managed to refresh Hana's esophagus which had been feeling dry.

" That's so thirsty, dear? Mbok please add more water. Bring a teapot, yeah."

" You must be thirsty to have to carry that much stuff on the bike. Sorry mom, I didn't tell you to come in. It was calculated that Mr. Soleh you were the courier anter packer."

" He he didn't know what Tan_ uh Mom was. Sorry still not used to call mom so still often forget. Oh yeah, it's a little present for Mom." Hana chose and offered some paper bags that had been placed by Mr. Soleh on the table.

" Oh, is this for Mom? Geez so you defend here riding a motorcycle just to give a gift to mom?Thank you very much dear. You're so nice. Actually, you don't have to bother like this. But once again thank you dear, mother is very happy." the mother God received the item with the sumringah even her eyes until glazed with glass because touched with the sincere intention of the girl in front of her.

" Can I open it now?"

" Oh please, I hope you like it later. Yes, even though the price is nothing compared to the usual items you buy" said Hana softly.

" Well you can, whatever you choose will be better because you buy it with heart and love."

" Use the money, Mom, not the heart, the cost. The heart is only one, if you buy a gift out of dong.." Kelakar Hana.

" Huh....? Ow.... You exist only. Ha ha ha.." the mother God laughed loosely even until the corner of her eyes watered away without her noticing.

Hana, you are such an amazing girl. Anyone would be happy near you... God is very lucky to get you.

The Godmother began to open her gifts one by one. With passion he tried the goods given by Hana. Her lips did not stop smiling happily. All the items that Hana gave out were according to her taste. And among all the gifts that Hana gave, there was one thing that made her fixated, namely a mukena complete with a prayer mat.

" Thank you again, baby. This all means a lot." the mother of God hugged Hana affectionately.

" Oh, until I forget. Let's drink the hot chocolate first, then the cold hunt." Mother God sip a cup containing tea.

" Two cups of chocolate?" ask Hana doubtfully.

" Oh, that's what God does. But if you want to add it." explained the mother of God.

" No need to ma'am. Has the god returned? Mr. Soleh said it was still working."

" Of course, just now. It was like coming home with you. You're not the same as him?" ask the mother of the gods in wonder.

With me? Don't don't don't the car that was just right at the gate? Hah, fucking God. Cook him not knowing me. Don't don't he also follow me as mbak courier?