Love Johanna
Section 4

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 4...

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The form of Hanna's submission to the invitation from Reychan, materialized since their meeting on Friday. He was willing to fulfill the man's invitation to sit down at the lunch table together. Accompanied by familiar jest, like two close friends who have just met after separating for decades ago. At first glance it is so harmonious to be seen. White girls who have a little apathetic character base, collaborate with a humorous figure but have a maintained attitude value. 

"Sister Hanna!" 

Suddenly there was the sound of someone calling outside the rented room. 

"Astaghfiullah!" 

Hanna quickly rose from her seat on the prayer mat. Daydreams of the past he was also immediately frothed. Then hurriedly slammed the door. "Ilham?"

"Yes, Brother. It's Ilham. Assalaamu'alaikum," replied the figure outside just now loudly.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Hold on, Dek," said Hanna as she turned the key hanging in the door hole of the room, then pulled hard to wake up. "What's wrong?"

The Junior Child smiled so sweetly at each other, then handed a plate of rice to Hanna. "From Mom, make breakfast, sister Hanna," he said, still with a beaming face. "Lumayan, brother, even if it's fried rice."

"Yes, Allah .. Alhamdulillah," cried Hanna semringah while receiving sodoran from Ilham. "Well, how am I supposed to be pregnant with the same Inspiration, huh?"

"Nothing, Brother," the teenager replied later. "Mother deliberately makes a lot, let Brother Hanna be part."

"O, yes .. thank you, Dek Ilham," said Hanna at last. "Sampein is also the same Mother, thank you 'that's from Brother Hanna."

"Yes, Brother."

"So soon, Brother Hanna will also go there, anyway, to take the laundry today."

"Yes, Brother."

After Ilham died, Hanna closed the door again. Then put a plate of rice on a small table. 'Subhanallah, I have again wasted this blessed morning with daydreams. Ah, why should the incident be kept in mind, anyway? Isn't Reychan gone a long time ago?' thought the girl was accompanied by an annoyed snort a few times. 'He may not come back. Fulfill his promise to me or even ask for ….'

"Asalaamu'alaikum!"

Just now Hanna was about to eat breakfast fried rice given by her mother Ilham earlier, someone said hello outside the room. 'Who, huh? This part ... ah, isn't that Mas Ravi's voice?' He asked the girl to put her plate back on the table. "Wa'alaikum salad. Just a minute, yeah."

Hanna rushed to open the door. Once revealed, a figure of a man's face immediately threw him a smile. "Good morning, Hanna," he said, bowing.

"Mas Ravi?"

"He-he." The man smiled back. "Why? Shocked, huh?"

Hanna gave the figure a smile back. Sweet forms a thin line of twins on both of her white cheeks. Looks a bit timid mixed with the shock felt. "Eeum ..." suddenly dazed with confusion, "tumben Mas Ravi came here so early? What's up, Mas?"

Ravi replies while holding a plastic package in front of Hanna, "Make you, Han. Make breakfast."

For a moment the girl was shocked for the second time. "Yes, God! Ravi?" He was only dumbstruck for a moment, staring at the bundle that was still hanging freely in Ravi's fingers.

"But …."

"He-he, just calm down. I'm not going to linger here for long, Han," Ravi said. "I'm going to work."

"O, yes," said Hanna, finally waking up. "Mas Ravi didn't come in first? Maybe have breakfast together."

Ravi shook his head, then replied, "No, Han. Thanks." Thanks." He snorted once and continued to say, "I had breakfast with Sarah at home."

'Sarah?' implying the girl was accompanied by a wry smile that he deliberately hid from Ravi's sight. 'O, yes .. I almost forgot, if Mas Ravi is married. Why is it so stupid, I just let it go inside? Ah!'

"Oh, so? Yes, I did, Mas," said Hanna at last. This time, he hurriedly received a bag of food from the man's hand. "Thank you, yeah."

"Together, Hanna."

"Next time don't bother like this, Mom. Pake nyempetin buy food for my breakfast everything."

"He-he .. that's okay, Han," Ravi's reply looks as cranky as once her gift is received by Hanna. "All of a sudden I'm the same as you."

"Times, anyway?" asked the girl directly met red as her cheeks. There is a sense of pleasure in the heart of getting attention from the man, but on the other hand there is also another feeling considering the figure of his wife Ravi. Of course, his arrival to Hanna's rented place was without Sarah's knowledge.

"Eeummm .. I mean, the oddity of you .. must be the belom sempet nyiapin for breakfast. I see, Han," said Ravi explaining his words at the beginning. "I'll take him here, all of you to work. This part of the area will be in the same direction as my trip back and forth from home to office."

"Yes, I know that, Mas," Hanna flat-headed. "But next time …."

"Excuse me, Brother Hanna."

At once Hanna and Ravi turned towards the origin of the voice just now. Ilham was standing, stunned, looking at the two of them.

"Eh, i-iya .. Inspiration? W-What's up, Deck?" The girl was talking. Not at all aware that since then the figure of the teenager had been there for a long time. No exception to Ravi. Ilham replied with a wry look at his fellow guests, "You put the laundry on Mom, Brother."

Timpal Hanna for a moment, "O, yes. Just get inside, Dek. Put it in a normal place, huh? Brother, there's a guest first, here."

SLTP teen grade 9 was according to. "Yes, sister," he said while still looking at the figure of Ravi to enter the rented room Hanna.

Back the girl glanced at Ravi as soon as Ilham rushed inside. "He was inspired, Mas. The neighbor's child next door," he said after guessing the meaning of the gaze of the man in front of him will be the appearance of the teenager responsibility earlier. "They're good, really. I've taken it as my own sister."

"Oohh ….." Ravi Manggut-beard, but the corner of his eyes peeked into Hanna's room as if looking for the existence of the figure of Ilham. "Have you known each other for a long time and been this close?"

Hanna smiled sweetly, then replied softly, "Yaaa ... more or less .. since I lived here, Mas. In this contract I mean."

"Oohhh …."

Imbuh Hanna back, "Ilham's a pinter najai loh, Mas."

"O, huh?"

"He'eh," Hanna replied, beginning to fieryly praise the teenager earlier. "From him, too, I often studied njai. Especially the Arabic alphabet."

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