Childhood Love Story's
Meet Hanum..

As previously planned, Natasha cs came home with Hanan in one car, they already miss Hanum, adek Hanan yng also one of their friends.

Along the road boisterous and boisterous that is what happened. Hana who sat beside the steering wheel back and forth facing back to serve the unfaithful chat Vera and Natasya.

Ara was occasionally seen staring out the window. Ara pulled a soft black sweater that was always longer than her hand.

In his face the middle finger embedded Rangga's ring there.

Yes., Ara knew that this ring had always been circular on Rangga's finger all this time.

The ring is the identity of Wijaya. The ring is always in the hands of Rangga. Even all the managers of OSIS or citizens of SMU Bhakti will easily recognize it. Because the ring was in Rangga's right hand all this time. As a ketos, of course, Rangga did many presentations in front of the OSIS or other students. He always uses his right hand.

Ara pulled back her sweater to hide her finger. His hands were crossed over his chest, his eyes closed and his head rested on Natasya's shoulders.

" Cold is the AC?, reduced or how?" Hanan asked who had been focusing on Ara's movements.

" Don't do it.., just a little uncomfortable..." Answer Ara.

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The car is perfectly parked in front of two houses that look similar to each other.

The first house with pastel paint is Hana's house, while the house with Arabian style is Hanan's house.

Hana and Abi Hanan are siblings.

The door of Hanan's house opened, a sweet veiled girl came out from there with a small run scattering into her genk.

They embrace each other and cipika cipiki, even Natasya until slightly raised Hanum's body and rotated it.

" Athaghfirullah!!!" Shouted Hana while patting her forehead.

" Why? , what's the matter..?" Ask them compact.

" I forgot to take the flash at the club, where tomorrow has to be the deadline again..." He said while biting his thumb nails.

" Let me call Rayya's sister maybe still at school, because I saw that she brought a laptop to the headquarters..." Vera immediately pulled out the phone from her bag. Dial the number and stick it in his ear.

They went to the garden next to Hanan's house, there was a gazebo with a very thick rambutan tree.

Hanan walked behind them with his hands inserted into his pants.

" I went to Dalem first yes.change clothes first.., sultry.." He said, his hand grabbed his collar to fan his body while stepping into the house through the side door.

" Huffttt...was never like this every close to him, but why now it feels like, I'm very deg with his face doang" Gunam Hanan while removing one by one buttons his uniform.

A few hours later.

At about five in the afternoon, a Viar Vintech 200 motorbike was parked in front of Hanan's house.

" Assalamu'alaikum..." Saya Rayya is polite, she really knows how her family visited this. Ummi Hanan is a famous ustadzah, who often conducts lectures everywhere, even Ummi Hanan has an exclusive contract with a TV station.

Hanan appeared from behind the door.

" Waalaikumsalam..., woy bro...What wind is coming here??, let's go in..." Hanan let Rayya in by opening the living room door wide.

" Oh thanks, but don't do it, I just want anther Hana left behind..." Rayya said as she reached into something in her backpack bag.

" Oh Hana is next to her genk, yuk is there all waiting for dinner..." Invite Ummi Hanan who happened to pass.

" Emmm, thank you aunt but it's too late...."

" No need but-but.., do not refuse sustenance, Hanan ayuk take the theme to the side, we break the fast together.." said Ummi Hanan force.

Rayya inevitably followed Hanan's footsteps towards the side gazebo where Natasya cs was there.

Had all their daughter's favorite food that just came home from the boarding school last night. There is rice liwet and his friends.What makes Rayya drool is sambal salted green tomato fish.

" Sister Rayyan, here..." Ara patted the spare place beside her which was still airy.

" Han.this is your flash drive..." Rayya gave up on Hana who was sitting next to Ara.

" Thank you, Ray, I'm sorry about Hana..."

" No, neither is the road.."

Rayya's eyes glanced at the girl who always lowered her face sitting between Natasya and Vera.

From his facial line, it was very similar to Hanan.

" Lo see what bro, he's my sister.., Hanum.." Hanan said when she saw Rayya's eyes looking closely at her sister.

" Oh.., i.e., I'm Rayyan.., salken Hanum.." Rayya said clumsily, clenching her two hands on her chest.

Hanum nodded and returned Rayya's greeting by clenching his two hands as well.

Their eyes clashed for a few seconds. Rayya could see round eyes with dense eyelashes on the girl.

Rayya closed her eyes for a moment, her eyes were hot. Slowly the young man took off his glasses and hooked them into his uniform pocket. Yes.., the girl's eyes remind Rayya of the figure of her sister who died a few years ago. Precisely when Missing her sister sitting in the first grade of Junior High School.

He missed his death from a traffic accident.

" Why sis...?" Ara asked who noticed the change in Rayya's countenance.

" No papa dek, just melow a little, yuk ah eat, already maghrib tuh..had hungry also this.hi.hi.."

Such was a Rayya, she would always wear a mask, she would continue to display a cheerful and happy face, despite the dim crumbs in her heart.

Hanan noticed Rayya's disdain in her heart.

They had a very ravenous dinner, accompanied by jokes Rayya and Vera who had always been a compact partner in making Spanish.

All the dishes ummi Hanan so shake their tongue, especially Rayya.

Unhappily he tasted all the dishes available. And it turns out the same taste with Hanum, which is sambel green tomato salted fish.

Even several times the fingers of the two touch each other when they will both take green tomato salted fish sauce, or another side dish.

Hanan smiled faintly at Rayya who looked timid. And his sister who was seen several times stealing glances at Rayya.

Although not one class, but Hanan knows Rayya well. Almost three years together at Bhakti High School never once had a bad number about Rayya. Even his achievements as the journalistic board of OSIS deserve appreciation.

Now Hanan's eyes looked at Ara who enjoyed the rice liwet with lalapan along with sambal that looks abundant.

Yes sambal Ara's favorite onions. Hanan shuddered to see how greedy Ara was to feed the rice full of sambal to her mouth using a finger.

Ara's lips that look a little jontor and reddened make Hanan's heart feel like a drum that is being sown.

As fast as lightning the young man cast his gaze in all directions.

But again the eye just kept coming back to the original taste and it was Ara's pretty face.

After spending all that had been served very cleanly, and the Maghrib prayer was jammed with Abui Hanan, now they were gathered by the pool, Ara's feet, Vera, Hanum were swaying in the pool water. While Natasya, Rayya and Hanan were cross-legged behind them.

A plate of peeled melons became their chatter friend.

Hana emerged from behind Hanan's house, when some time ago she came home to change clothes.

Looking at the fine formation Hanapun shouted from the opposite side of the pool.

" Hey guy's..against here.., yak!!.., one.two..."

Czechoslovak. Czechoslovak...

Photo with a beautiful garden light background looks aesthetic.

Where Hanan crossed behind Ara by making two rabbit ears using his fingers on top of Ara's head.

A cute smiling Hanum with Rayya's hands stretched out behind her. And Vera who hugged Natasha from behind plus a little splash of pool water that was deliberately snapped by Vera's feet, it's very much the work of Hana the photographer is amazing.