Love Johanna
Section 12

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 12...

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Hanna was inexhaustible, that figure she had just become familiar with, 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.

That's the end of the story Johanna alias Hanna to be able to arrive at Aunt Chika's house early. But since the first time to welcome, implied there is something strange on the look on the face of the younger brother of Jonathan. Originally Hanna could only guess, could it be that her papa had already told her about her last night?

Ciiitt!

For a moment, Hanna was stunned to hear a long scream grinding through the paved lines. Following the sound of screaming people reminded almost simultaneously. "Awaaass!"

Tiiittt!

"Hey!"

Hanna turned to the direction where the last exclamation had just sounded. Sourced from inside a vehicle that was almost docked and almost hit him. Not so clearly visible, hidden behind the reflection of sunlight on the front glass.

'No!' thought Hanna for a while. 'This can't happen. That faint figure behind the wheel in there, must be Papa's men. I have to go back to continuing this escape.'

Which way? I don't know. There is no exact purpose. But whispered heart Hanna gave a hint to go back into the narrow alleys and will not be able to be chased by the person using any vehicle.

"Hanna! Hanna!"

Someone calling. But the girl did not want to care. Once it stops, surely the next incident will say something else.

"Hanna …."

The voice of the call was still ringing clearly. Though months have passed. Until then, someone patted the girl's shoulder shock.

"Miss Hanna?"

"Eeummmhh?"

"Hey, what girl is daydreaming?" as long as a woman, standing behind Hanna, accompanied by the look of a shady face and a friendly smile.

Hanna looked surprised. A moment later, I immediately recognized the figure. "Eh, Ms. Tejo," she said, returning the woman's smile. "Duh, surprise me, ma'am."

"He-he." Bu Tejo pokes amused. "Today Neng Hanna went to college, right?" ask the woman of childbearing stature while sitting on the front porch of Hanna's rented room. He said, "In a moment, Mom. There's still time, anyway, waiting for dry clothesline."

"Why wait?" bu Tejo is back. This time while patting Hanna's white arm. "You want to go mah, you just leave, Neng. Let the Inspiration help you."

"Thank you, ma'am," said the girl blushing. "Don't bother, Mom. Let me wait a minute. The entrance hours of the lecture will also be Abis Zuhuran."

"Oohhh," said Bu Tejo with round lips. "It's hot today, Neng? Halodo said Sundanese mah."

"Halodo is what, Mom?"

"Campaign, Neng. Hot sludge."

"Well, that's ... what's new?"

Bu Tejo made a loud swipe, then replied jokingly, "Usum is the season, Neng."

"Oohh." Now it was Hanna's turn to round her lips. "There-there's this mother. But ... uh, Bu Tejo is Sundanese or Javanese really?"

"Half Sundanese, half Javanese, Neng," replied his mother Ilham. "My father is Javanese, the mother of Sundanese. Born in Kuningan, big in Cirebon. Now mumara is even in Jakarta. So if you say this, like to mix the same Betawi logic. Hi-hi."

Speaking of parents, the girl suddenly remembered her mother and father. It had been a few months since they never met again. The longing was instantaneously seething with grief. Although Jonathan is still reluctant to meet him, but as a child, Hanna is very sure that behind her anger, there is a desire to be able to regroup.

Hanna's father does have a hard and firm grin. But the fury of a father against a child, still always tucked away so great affection. No exception for Feng Lian aka Liliana, the mother. Of course, the last figure is the biggest.

"Miss Hanna?" Bu Tejo stared at the girl beside him. "How come you're dreaming?"

Hanna reacted in a hurry. He looked and smiled softly. "Sir, Mum. I'm just a parent's curiosity," he said with a look of gloom.

"Oohhh …." The fat-bodied woman was a mangosteen. "I'm sorry, Neng. Maybe because I–"

"Ah, no, Mom."

Suddenly the atmosphere turned silent for a while. Until then, Bu Tejo again opened his voice. He asked, "So morning ... Nak Ravi came again huh, Neng?"

Hanna smiled blandly.

"Yes, ma'am" the girl replied briefly.

"Oohhh," said Bu Tejo. "So early this morning Inspiration told me the same story."

"Ooohhh, the hell time?"

"Yes, Neng," his mother Ilham replied back. "Indeed .. Nak Ravi is Temen Eneng or pac–"

Bu Tejo's sentence was interrupted once someone came calling.

"Buuu .. buy!"

Spontaneously the woman moved from her seat. "Awhile, Neng. Someone went to the stall first" he said in a hurry.

Hanna thinks it's time to get away, to avoid yourself, from her coco-loving neighbor. Quickly he got up and rushed into the room.

"Fiiuuhhh …." Hanna slammed her breath after closing the door.

Most reluctantly –indeed– discussed Ravi with Bu Tejo, so Hanna thought, because the fat and short woman often wondered. Both personal and ….

"Miss Hanna!" I heard Bu Tejo calling from outside. Sahut Hanna reasoned as soon as the nongol back in the doorway of the room, "I want to get ready to go to college, Mom. Sorry, yeah."

"Oohhh, yes already," concluded Bu Tejo immediately resigned. "I also want to go back to keep the stalls, yes."

"Yes, Mom "

Hanna breathed a sigh of relief. It feels sinful to have lied to the woman. Even so, honestly Bu Tejo is good. She often sends food, gives work, and sometimes comes looking just to make sure of Hanna's condition. It happened after first knowing a little about ….

"What's? This guy's a Muslim, huh?" tanya Bu Tejo flabbergasted. "I didn't think so much of it, Neng."

"I converted, Mom," Hanna said as she fixed the rented room she had just occupied. For a moment the girl glanced at the figure of Ravi who was also busy helping to get things out of the vehicle.

"Oohhh, convert," said Bu Tejo as the mangosteen. "Thank God, I went along with her horror, Neng."

"Thank you, ma'am," Hanna replied with a bland smile on her pure white face.

"Soalnya ... rarely are there .. eemmhhh, this Neng kayak who is Muslim."

The girl glanced at him for a moment. "Times, anyway?" the question was astonished, but did not take it seriously. "I mean Mom ... Which one I'm 'how, huh?" Just want to fulfill curiosity.

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