Love Johanna
Section 15

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 15...

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"No, Brother! Please, no!"

"Surge!"

"Sir Atan! Arakkk!"

"Surge the cave say it too!"

"No!" aunt Chika won't give up. "I don't want to hurt my sister's family anymore!"

Jonathan's eyelids grew red. His jaw until it rattled holding back the overflow of emotions. "Do you want a cave to hit Lili's kayak?" tanyanya.

"What?!"

Hanna was aghast at the conversation her papa and tant had just had. Especially that last one.

"Papa nyakinin Mama?" ask the girl as she approaches Jonathan. "Did Papa really hurt Mama?"

"What a fuck you care, son of a bitch!" exclaimed the man while getting ready to grab the neck of his daughter. "It's all because of you, too, isn't it? Huh uh?! Nyesel cave has your kayak son, Johanna! If you know this way, you've killed the cave since in Mama you're womb, you know! What do you mean, huh?! Goddamn it!"

"Don't, Brother!" aunty Chika shouted as she clasped Jonathan's arm that was almost clutching the collar of her son, Johanna.

"Get out of the cave say too, Chika!" snapped the man was angry, trying to get rid of his sister's body to immediately reach his son's body.

"No!" aunt Chika's Kimpal won't give up. "I won't let Brother hurt Brother's own son!"

"Hard-headed!"

Plaque!

A loud slap landed heavily on his sister's cheek. Replaced with a blow to hit the face, shoulders, and arms of Aunt Chika.

Buk up! Buk up! Buk up!

"Ohhhh!" the woman screamed for a moment. Staggering a few steps back with countless pain.

"Aante!" hanna shouted loudly. He was scattering about to reach his tantric body so as not to fall down.

Instantly the mood turned boisterous. The surrounding people who had been indifferent to the incident, and merta crowded to calm Jonathan. "You wanna make a fuss not here, boss!" someone said while restraining the movement of his father Johanna, when he wanted to do further violence against his daughter.

"Calm down, Koh. You don't want to be rude to women," said another one also broke up.

"Surge all of you! It's the cave family business!" jonathan is getting angry.

"It's your family business, but don't do this, Koh!" the other one won't lose. "Get me at your house! Not here!"

"Leasin cave! Pelepasin cave!" Jonathan thrashed about to beat Hanna. "Let the cave kill all those fucking kids!" But the harder he tried to break away, the more people came to hold him back and push him away.

Johanna herself was moved to tightly hug Aunt Chika, assisted by several figures of her college friends while calming. Someone stretched out a piece of tissue to wipe the fresh blood from the old woman's nostril.

"Report to the police, let the man be arrested!"

"Yes! This includes persecution!"

"J-don't .. j-don't, son," said Aunt Chika, grimacing in pain. "Let us solve our problems in a familial manner. Don't take the cops."

"Sorry Hanna, Aunt" said Johanna still hugging her tantric tightly with a roar of grief. "It's all Hanna's fault, the aunt sampe treated like 'this is the same Papa."

"Nothing, Hanna," Aunt Chika's timpelike is broken. "Tante is willing to accept this treatment from your Papa, as long as you are not in any way the same Kak Atan. Enough ... enough .. don't let anyone else get hurt. Enough Aunty and Kak Lili aja yang—"

"Mama?" Spontaneous Hanna let go of her embrace. The girl looked into Aunt Chika's eyes. Looking at the red rinses from Jonathan's previous hit on his old white cheeks. "What happened to Mama, Auntie?"

Aunt Chika did not answer directly. She looked at her brother, Jonathan, who was being forced away by the people around from the place.

"We're looking for a comfortable place to talk first, Hanna," the old woman said later. Before withdrawing from the crowd, not forgetting he said thanks to his niece's friends who offered them a little help.

"But Aunt's injuries …."

"No need to care about Auntie," said Aunt Chika while dragging Hanna from there. "We're looking for a safe look first. Aunty's worried, your father's gonna come back for you, Hanna."

Finally it was decided, for a while, they both accepted the offer of one of Hanna's college friends, which was to go to a boarding house. There Aunt Chika and her niece went into hiding.

As the time approached Magrib, Hanna asked her friend for permission to prepare for prayer. Carry out the obligation and —all— complained about the painful event earlier to Sang Khalik.

During Hanna's religious ritual, Aunt Chika's eyes did not stop to pay attention to what her nephew did. The look on his face was sliced and disappointed, appearing faintly drawn from the old woman's blank gaze.

"You're still sure about your choice, Hanna?" tanya Aunty Chika then after waiting for Hanna to finish doing the prayer service. "Absolutely thought of going back to a previous religion?"

Hanna shook her head sure.

"Hanna has found what Hanna's been looking for all this time, Auntie," Hanna replied after a moment of thought. "Even though things have changed as we feel today, Hanna feels much more comfortable and peaceful."

"Any ..." sighed Aunt Chika softly while looking around the situation. Worried if Hanna's friend, the tenant they were in at the time, heard what was being discussed. "How is it possible with events like this, you feel so calm?"

Hanna smiled blandly.

"Hanna was just thinking, this is one of the tests Hanna has to face, Auntie," said the girl shrieked. "Hanna was sure, it would slowly turn out well. Everything needs a process. Including what we're going through again."

"That's not the answer, Hanna," said Aunt Chika. "You're just entertaining yourself, aren't you?"

"No, Auntie," Hanna replied back with a bitter smile. "This is a consequence. Not only is Hanna's choice this one, but it can cover everything. Including if Aunt wants another."

"Tante never had the desire like you," concluded Aunt Chika evaded. "So the Muslims? Don't you. Make what?"

Tukas Hanna was gentle, "Not .. That's not what Hanna, Auntie means."

"Continue?"

"Beyond the context of what Hanna chose this, every wish must have its own consequences and risks."

"Tante doesn't understand what you mean."

"Look ..." said Hanna trying to explain. "For example, if we want to eat out of the house, of course the first thing needed is money. We need to get the funds out. Transportation costs to get to the place in question, keep the time, also get ready with all the possibilities outside the estimate. Sort of rain, heat, traffic jams, tired, and so on. Not to mention the preparation to face other prices that will be offered. All of these are consequences or risks. If you do not want to consider the possibilities of kayak earlier, why not choose to eat at home alone? Yeah, right? Much more frugal and free."

...SERIATE...