Love Johanna
Section 11

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 11...

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

"Let's go in, Ma'am," he asked as he grabbed Hanna's arm. "I helped take the mukena in the dalem, yeah."

"No need. I brought it myself, really."

"But it's dirty, Ma'am."

"Dirty?"

Spontaneously the girl noticed a white mucene cloth on her hand. Is correct. There's a lot of dirt on it. Maybe splashes of water on the road while running away from the Musala earlier.

"Attent, yeah. I took it clean inside."

Hanna just nodded slowly. It's great to have such a warm welcome and to be noticed that way.

While waiting, he immediately rushed towards the female-only wudu spot. Not so difficult to find because usually the area is exactly on the back or side of the building, equipped with some directions in the form of writing boards.

"Wudhu already?" asked the figure as soon as Hanna came out of the sanctuary. The girl replied, "It's over, Ma'am." He immediately gave a new sheet of mucena that looked clean and fragrant. "Wear this," said the woman again. "And that dirty mukena ... just put it first in the daycare in front of that, huh?"

"Oh, fine. Thank you, Ma'am."

"Together, Mother."

After a short break, Hanna rushed back towards the terrace of the building, where the usual storage shelves are provided. Then rush to enter the inside of the mosque specifically for female worshipers to join the ranks of the masbuk.

As soon as it passed the doorway, someone waved from a distance. That woman figure. Then the girl immediately approached, then also stood next to him.

Not until it takes a long time, about three minutes they have finished performing the Fajr prayer service. But there is one thing that feels strange –for Hanna– on the figure beside it earlier, that is he does not look to do chirping.

"Where is this mother?" asked the woman while folding the cloth after other worshippers, one by one began to leave the mosque. "O, yes .. Sorry, we don't know our names yet. He-he."

"He-he. I'm Hanna, Ma'am," said Johanna, not taking off the mask because it's still inside the mosque area.

"Maesaroh," said the woman, inviting her to shake hands. "Call it .. May."

"Oohhh."

"By the way ... Hanna's mom lives around here?" asked back Maesaroh sounded mince words.

Hanna smiled bitterly. Don't know what to answer that time, except ….

"I'm on my way again, Ma'am," replied Hanna, it was hard to reveal.

"Journey? Same family or …."

"Self," the girl replied shortly.

"alone?" Maesaroh's eyebrows shot up. "I mean .. is just Hanna's sister a doang?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Oohh." Maesaroh mangosteen accompanied by round lips. "Keep ... Hanna's sister, where's her trip going, Ma'am?"

Hanna was confused to answer what. Tell me about the story last night? Ah, it feels unnecessary, thought the narrow-eyed girl. After all, that female figure nearby had just gotten to know him. Not necessarily ….

"Kok .. silent, Ma'am?" Maesaroh tilted half his body to notice the look on Hanna's face that was bowed deeply. "Sorry, if my question was just–"

"It's okay, Ma'am May," Hanna said, reacting immediately. "S-I .. just a little ... sleepy, maybe."

"Yes, Mother. Semalem rather .. lack of sleep."

Maesaroh's eyes widened, then said, "Well, if 'that's rest first, Ma'am. Don't give yourself the chance to continue the journey."

Hanna commented a bitter smile.

"Thank you for the attention, Ma'am May."

For a moment we were silent to each other. Maesaroh himself seemed to be preparing to leave. Until he finally asked the question again. "Sir Hanna this ... bring a vehicle?"

Spontaneous Hanna shook her head slowly. But it shouldn't be done. It would be the same as luring Maesaroh to ask further. Might as well.

Proven ….

"Loh, continue ... this journey that Mbak sell ... ride public transportation or …."

Gruuukkk! Gruuukkk!

Yeah, God!

Hanna's stomach suddenly rang with a twisting of pain stirring the entire side. What's the matter? Wind up? More embarrassing, it seems Maesaroh also heard the screams of the intestines of the girl earlier.

"Mother Hanna?"

Hanna turned her head slowly, then threw a slight smile.

"Bak's sick?" For the umpteenth time, the woman wondered. "Hanna's mother's eyes also look puffy. Is she sick again?"

Hanna kept shaking. But no longer the power to withstand the pain, until not consciously grimacing.

"Yes, Allah .. Ma'am" cried Maesaroh accompanied by a gentle swipe at Hanna's arm. "S-several .. I have a little food supply in my car. Just a minute, Ma'am."

'Ah, what a shame. Why does the tip have to be like this, anyway?' impale the girl.

Maesaroh, the woman Hanna Fajr had just known, rushed out of the mosque. It seemed like his steps were in a hurry. While Hanna herself followed him a while later, after returning the loan earlier. Some people who were still there, had caught the eye glancing at Hanna with strange eyes.

"Sir," called Maesaroh as Hanna was about to head for the daycare rack.

"Eh, Miss May."

He approached while carrying a package hanging in his hand. "I'm sorry, this .. there's a bit of food for Ms. Hanna."

'Duh .. yes, God. Very nice this woman.'

Although feeling a little embarrassed, but Hanna was not the power to refuse the gift.

They then sat together in the center terrace of the mosque, while enjoying a breakfast of bread-flavored fill.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hanna," said Maesaroh to reopen the conversation, "actually ... Where is this child going, huh? You ... duh, I'm so sorry, nih .. I noticed from earlier .. I think Hanna's mother is again confused. Uh, is this just my feeling, huh? He-he."

Hanna did not answer immediately, but gestured first to Maesaroh, that he was about to drink.

"I intend to go to my Aunt Ma'am's house" said Hanna finally after spending a quarter of the contents of drinking water in a small bottle. His original intention from last night was to plan there.

"Where?" ask Maesaroh again and again. Sounds so enthusiastic to dig deeper about the person he just knew. It looks like that. "I know the area, Ma'am. But ... It'll be pretty far from here" he said back after Hanna mentioned an address. "Bak didn't bring a vehicle, did he?"

The girl nodded slowly.

"Yes, already," concluded Maesaroh finally, "kalo 'gitu .. I between Mbak Hanna and the area. It just so happened that my destination was also passing through there. 'Where, Ma'am?"

Hanna was inexhaustible, that figure she had just gotten to know, but her kindness could not be looked at one eye. How could that help just come and go. Of course if it were not for the intervention of God, all would never have been realized.

...SERIATE...