Love Johanna
Section 10

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 10...

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Aunt Chika looked frightened. He immediately hunted down the front room window, revealed a bit of curtain cloth and peered outside to take a look.

"No ... no! This is not real! The danger!" the woman shouted quietly while shaking in panic, then turned her back, looking at her nephew with a pale look. "Your father is outside, Hanna!"

The girl could only watch from behind her tant, slightly away from the window. "T-aunt …." Hanna felt the same way. Instantly the blood seemed to be sucked quickly, gathering heavily filled the head. "H-hanna should be how, T-ante?"

Aunt Chika's eyes swirled great. While reaching into the pockets of his shorts, he gave several pieces of money into Hanna's hand. "Go quickly to the back! Run as far as possible! Where you want to go! I-this ... make your stock."

"T-aunt …." Hanna's confused. Instead of rushing to obey orders, but just staggering himself armed with a sense of shock and fear.

"Hurry, Hanna!" fun again Aunt Chika furious. "When the situation is safe, Auntie will meet you on campus!"

"But …."

"Cepaaatt!" The woman almost screamed in annoyance.

"Aunty?"

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Sir Atan?"

Spontaneous Aunt Chika pushes Hanna roughly to leave her immediately. Followed by the sound of a second knock on the door accompanied by a loud call they were very familiar out there. "They! Open door!"

"D-yeah, K-sister! A minute!" aunty Chika exclaimed in panic, then the reflex kicked Hanna's leg in order to hurriedly run through the back door. "Go, I said, you idiot! Buruaann!"

"Ouch! Asshhhh …." The girl grimaced in pain while rubbing her legs, then rushed to the back, hunting for the exit. Take a moment to look around, to make sure that the papa is not around the area. 

"Where is Johanna?!"

The screams were heard even though Hanna had started to move away from home. Had been eager to go back in to ascertain the condition of Aunt Chika, but the shadow of her papa face immediately dampened the initial intention. Then run as fast as possible while carrying a mukena cloth and have not changed clothes at all.

Some residents around had noticed the figure of the girl, running around like a thief who was caught being chased by the crowd. He doesn't care. Anyway must immediately move away and away, as fast as the existing ability or as much as possible disappear from the eyes of Atan or Jonathan, Hanna's father.

He entered the narrow alleyways between the surrounding residential areas, occasionally nudging the surface of the walls of the rough house without plaster. Scratches immediately stinging heat scratches the surface of the skin. But the foot swing must keep stepping, abstinence from stopping even for a second, to further find a place that feels safe.

'Damn it!' rutuk Hanna in the middle of the crush feeling tightness in the chest. This third escape seemed to put him like a prey left for a horde of zombie creatures in a movie fight. The difference is, it's about life and death choices and it's really real. 

Previously, Hanna was forced out of Musala at dawn, a temporary place to shelter and spend the night. At the end of January, someone rebuked loudly, "Heh! Whoareyou? Wake up!"

"Eummmhhh …."

"W-you .. s-the people of man or the heathen jinn?" asked the old figure then with a jolting sound of pain piercing the eardrum. "P-go from here! Don't bother us!"

"P-paakk ..." said Hanna trying to answer slowly. "S-me .. s-me …." His voice is very difficult to get out, plus the condition of the throat seems to dry up. Maybe also the result of a night to be shocked sad to mourn the fate of self.

The old man tried to get closer. He watches carefully. "Astaghfiullah! K-you .. k-you ... uh, since when is there a squinty-eyed kuntilanak?" he said with a trembling tone. "Or don't-don't-don't you .. crazy, huh?"

I really want the girl to answer. Just a plea to be allowed to stay there for some time. At least until dawn. "p-sir …."

"Go! Go!"

He stomped his feet on the floor several times accompanied by a clone of sounds like he was about to chase away a wild chicken.

"Hussshhh .. hussshhh! Go there! Go!"

Spontaneous Hanna was terrified. Worried that the old figure would treat him harshly or even hurt, as his father had done last night.

"B-good .. b-good .. I go, sir," said Hanna, then hurriedly got up and hurried away. Almost forgot the mucena cloth that was left hanging overnight on the wall with a nail in the wudu area.

"God! Heh! You stole, huh?" ask the old man back. He seemed to hesitate to come closer. Maybe he thought the girl was really a crazy person or a ghost-like apparition. "Give me the cloth! You must have stolen it from …." His words suddenly stopped. Like thinking something. I don't know.

Half-running, Hanna rushed away from the figure earlier. That was not enough for him, apparently. Sayup-sayup still heard the sound of a painful oath behind there.

At once the girl became aware of herself. It's nothing, with such an open appearance, anyone –most likely– will think something similar. Just look, knee-length pants combined with short-sleeved clothes, a suit that is usually worn at bedtime. Plus the condition of a dull face and disheveled hair like this, will surely be mistaken for a raspy. As expressed by the old figure earlier, complete with a racist-scented word.

The same treatment is almost everywhere else. Intended to perform the prayer service of dawn, in the middle of the road Hanna –intentionally– stopped by a mosque.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," said a woman as Hanna began to enter the courtyard of the house of worship. "Where is this child .. where are you going?" It seems that since passing through the gate of the mosque earlier, he deliberately waited on the front porch with a strange look.

A woman who looks young and is estimated to be not so far from the age of Johanna herself.

Answer Hanna quietly in the middle of the voice of ignorant priests praying through a sticker, "S-I want to ride the prayer here, Ma'am. Can you?"

For a moment he was stunned or rather maybe confused. Didn't believe? Just natural.

"Sholat?" The woman frowned. "This book …."

"I'm a Muslim, Ma'am," Hanna explained. "More precisely ... converts."

For the second time, the figure in front of it back –look– shocked. "Subhanallah .. walhamdulillah .. walaa ilaaha illaahuwallahu Akbar," he exclaimed with a smile of amazement. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I thought ... This Mbak …." He does not continue the speech, but it can be understood, where will the direction of the words.

"It's okay, Ma'am," Hanna said. "I'm sorry if I look like this. S-i …."

...SERIATE...