Love Johanna
Section 13

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 13...

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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.

Rather hesitantly, Bu Tejo replied, "Yaaa .. Kayak Neng this, nih."

"meaning?"

"Neng is Chinese, isn't he?"

Answered like that, Hanna's laughter almost exploded. He thought, why are there still many people who can not distinguish the word China or China with Chinese.

"He-he. I am Indonesian, Mom. Original born in Jakarta."

"Oohhh, yes I understand that. I mean ... This Eneng is of Chinese descent. I see, Neng."

"Why am I of Chinese descent, Mom?" hanna asked probing while throwing a smile, so that the person who was questioning her did not judge her to feel offended. Least.

Bu Tejo replied, "Yaaa it's okay, Neng. Just wanted to see her."

"I mean Mother .. want to know why people of Chinese descent like me are Muslim?"

"He-he. I-yes, Neng. Sorry yes."

Hanna said, "Islam is rahmatan lil'aalamiin, ma'am. For all mankind and the world. Even though it was revealed in Arab lands, it does not mean that Islam belongs to the Arabs, right?"

"He-he. Yeah, too, anyway." Bu Tejo mangosteen.

"Even a tribe of jinn creatures are ordered to Islam, Mom," said Hanna, suddenly so provoked the soul of her proselytizing. "Including Mother and I, who are not of Arab descent, have the right to embrace Islam. It's not, Mom?"

"Yes, really. But if for the jinn, when did their nation know the teachings of Islam? Didn't their ancestors come from Iprit?"

"Well, isn't Iprit also another kind of genie?" hanna looked excited. "It is not wrong, in the Qur'an itself it is written; wamaa kholaqtuljinna wal insa illaa liya'buduun. That is, 'Not has Allah created jinn and men, but that they may worship Allah'. Uh, really that sounds like it, Mom? Sorry if I was wrong."

Bu Tejo was stunned. His mouth was agape accompanied by rounded eyes. "Subhanallah .. Neng is really cool. I am the Islamic from birth, how know there is such a verse."

Hanna blushed.

"No, Ma. I have only ever read a book about Islam, there is the sound of such a verse. It just so happens to be still alive."

"But good, Neng. Youal–"

Bu Tejo's words came to a halt as soon as Ravi's figure called from near the vehicle.

"Sir Hanna!"

"Yes, Mom!" sahut Hanna's.

"Would this be entered now?" asked Ravi while showing the item in question. Reply Hanna, "Yes, Mas. I'll bring it, huh."

"Oh, okay!"

Bu Tejo looked at the figure of Ravi for a while, until then ….

"Suami Eneng?" ask the fertile woman again, watching Ravi from the doorway. Of course Bu Tejo's question this time was immediately responded quickly. "Oh, b-open!" hanna replied in shock. "D-he was ... just a person who .. uh, I mean ... friend, ma'am. Yeah, friend."

"Oohhh."

"Hhhhhhh."

"Huhhh?!" The girl gawked in shock until she coughed whooping. "Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Their conversation did not continue for a while. Hanna hurriedly went inside the room about to fetch some drinking water. He deliberately turned his back to the figure of Bu Tejo who watched him from the doorway, so that the red hue running all over the face was not visible. Then again busy themselves to help Ravi bring the goods assisted by his mother Ilham earlier.

Not until all day, the condition of Hanna's rented room already looks neat.

"I put Hanna yes, Mom, here" Ravi told Bu Tejo before leaving. "He'll stay here for a while."

"Oh, yes, son," replied the fat woman. "God willing, I will help you take care. Why ... Where is this kid going? Not contracted here?" tanyanya polo's. "There's still an empty room down there."

Ravi glanced at Hanna with a small smile. "No, Ma. He-he," she replied briefly. "Thank you for the help, Mom. I beg you to pay."

There was a classic drama when the man put a few pieces of money into the hands of Bu Tejo. "Don't, Son. No, ah! I sincerely help, really," exclaimed the fertile woman who pushed with Ravi.

"It's okay, Mom. It's just for the children's snacks Mother, really!" timpal Ravi.

"No, ah. Jaangaann!"

"Take it, Mom. Take, yeah?"

"Jamaan!"

"I'll add more, okay?" ravi finally said. Groping the pocket, taking a piece of money, then cramming it back with the previous roll of money into the hand. Then, Bu Tejo's spontaneous rejection reaction turned into a lightning attraction. "Waduuhhh, so it doesn't feel good, son. Hi-hi," said the woman timidly.

"Naaahhh, 'that's dong!" said the man feels relieved now. 'Hhmmm, from that cake, ma'am. So do not need to reremes my hands also 'ngkali.'

'Duh, finally .. kesampean also hold the arm of this handsome Mas. Where hairy anyway. Hi-hi, ' Satin' Bu Tejo while messing around sucks. 'That's what a tenacious hand is, anyway. It's very, very gendered, like genderuwo. Hi-hi.´s.'

While Hanna could only resist the smile of looking at the behavior of the two people. Just funny. Even without realizing it, still also mingled in front of the mirror while tidying up clothes.

Kringgg! Kringgg!

There was a cell phone ringing on a small table. Hanna glanced, glimpsed, a familiar contact name on the screen, reading; MAS RAVI.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam, Mas. What's up?" hanna asked so opening the conversation call.

"His motorcycle is coming, Han?" ravi asked across the phone. The girl's forehead immediately wrinkled. Ask further, "Oject? What ojek, Mas?"

There was a little ruckus behind the biker.

"I'm mesen ojek to nganter you go to college."

"Knees?"

Ravi replied, "Not. Ordinary ojek. That's what it's like to hang out in front of an alley the way to your contract."

"When?" Hanna was confused.

"Barusan," the man answered again with his piety. "Udah come with bellom?"

Hanna got up from the front mirror, rushed towards the door of the room and opened it. For a moment he looked outside. A man was waiting on a motorcycle.

"A-there, Mas," said Hanna stammered in shock.

"Yes, already. Be careful on the road, Han. I want to get on with work. Assalaamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalaam."

For a moment the girl was still confused. 'Why did Mas Ravi come to mind for a motorcycle taxi for me? I was 'kan–'

...SERIATE...