Trying To Be Faithful

Someones

"Who was that man? Brazen, my car's glass is broken, Mba. He's a monster, how powerful."

Hasna just cried while hugging Nay. His feelings are not out of whack. Either he was sad and hurt to know that the woman was staying with Raden, or sad that Raden did not want to know him anymore.

"Mba, dong. Why the hell is it crying? Is she Mba's girlfriend?"

Hasna was still crying.

"Huh, lest he be the handler Mba again. Maybe he was jealous because we were hugging."

"Telli's base!"

"What?"

"Take a thought."

"Oh, just found out. Kirain tell me that tell me."

"Some of you why try to hug everything. Take a chance in the narrowness of tau!"

"Well, he's got me. Uh, Mba. I saw sampean. Roadside cry like a lost child."

"Do you have to hug?"

"I'm just trying to calm down. No other intention, I swear. My boyfriend's more stocky to cuddle, more comfortable, more how's that."

Hasna's cry was getting louder. Making the gods shake their heads..

"Although this is the first mother. Liuerrr aing ah."

Arriving at school, Hasna tidied up her disheveled face.She did not want Shaki to see her mother look chaotic.

"I've been anther up here, have I? Are you sure it's okay to get home?"

"I've got a warning from the local RT over the shuttle problem."

"Why do people think it's always bad? Let's just not live his life forward, think of others not himself."

"Thank you, yes, God."

"So bad, now say thank you. Mba, mba it's already a mother yes please it's her mood don't like teenagers. Not for going up and down."

Hasna laughing.

"So the cry is laughing now. Don't be so hard, Mba. I'm afraid I've been snatched by officer odgj."

Hasna laughed even harder. He hit with the top of the Gods. The man pretended to be in pain. They looked cool in jest, the explosion between Hasna and the Gods made the two look more familiar. They laughed together, occasionally Hasna smacked the chest of God.

Tidiiiids.

The sound of the horn from the God's car, made the God conscious. He immediately ended his conversation with Hasna and hurriedly got into the car.

"Sorry" said the Lord.

The red sports car was traveling at high speed. Even his voice was intentionally hardened in the presence of Hasna.

"God, be careful." Hasna was a little worried seeing the way the car was going.

That night Hasna had a guest, Zahira. They chatted here and there telling each of their days. They are worried about the life they are living.

"Na, I've seen you think of something, why? You look sad too. Any problem? Same story with me."

"I don't think the same about you, I want to admit things don't make sense like that. I think it only exists in the fairy tale and sinteron world. It turns out my best friend did that too."

"The money is tempting, Ra. It just so happens I need for the tuition fee for Puput."

"Aren't you thinking about the future impact?"

"Don't do it later, now it's happening."

"What?"

Hasna recounted what happened today, how she went to Raden's house, to what happened on the side of the road.

"What makes you sad?"

"Okay, I'm confused. When I was at Raden's house, I didn't feel like there was another woman living with him. Moreover, he is his ex-wife, mother of Akhtia and Airlangga. It feels really claustrophobic. I want to be angry but ... yes, why should I be angry?"

"Well, being angry means you're jealous. You don't like any other woman close to Raden. You don't want Raden will even fall in love and refer to his wife. Aye, right?"

Hasna remained silent, trying to think of Zahira's words.

"If it's true that I'm jealous, it means that I love Raden. But can it be?"

"Can't why? You're a widow, she's a widower, continues?"

"Azam has not died long ago. When I got married again?"

"Heuhhh, what's that thinking? Noh, loamy. Even the house you built is loved equally. His family's supportive, which means they've known a long time ago, right? You don't have to think of that brash carcass, think of your own happiness."

"Come, Ra. But Raden doesn't want to see me anymore. He's mad at me."

"Bush ... Raden's anger doesn't mean his love disappears instantly. He just needs time to win. Just so you can explain what happened, and say if you feel the same way, does he refuse?"

"I mean I should say that I love him too?"

"No! Nay! Don't talk about anything. Let him find a shaman to know your heart. Aaaah, what's wrong with you, Na? Uda ah, I'm back. High blood for a long time here."

"Came, Ra. Help me pick a dress for tomorrow."

"Reliah."

"Come, Ra. Later after meeting God's parents, I'll meet Raden to say everything."

Zahira stopped her steps, finally she wanted to help her best friend choose clothes.

"Oh my goodness, is this from a god? Hasna, these are expensive things. I only have a few brands of doang. Lah, you are so complete. He's not the son of the sultan."

"Maybe. That's why, you pick a nice shirt and I'd like to see Raden."

"Yes it is."

They also choose clothes that are suitable for bags and shoes that Raden chose. I don't know how many clothes Hasna tried, until they chose clothes that felt really suitable

"Na, you're pretty tau wear a veil."

"Times?"

Zahira nodded.

Hasna looked at herself in the mirror. He turned his body, looking from top to bottom. Hasna looks happy, she imagines how she will meet Raden tomorrow.