Love Johanna
Section 17

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 17...

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"I-this ... gift from .. Mas Ravi," replied Hanna.

"Ravi's? Who else is he?" search Aunt Chika back and immediately pacified by Mama Lilian.

"Temen Hanna, Aunt."

"Which team? Your college?"

"Not."

"Continue?"

"He's been nolongin' Hanna all this time."

"Nolongo? Muslims too?"

"Calm down, Chika," Lilian told Chika. "Let's talk again."

"Can't do that, brother," said Jonathan's younger brother. "Hanna should be honest with us. All this time, I was always busy pacing around him. Why just now say, if all this time he's been deketing the same other men?"

"That's not what Hanna means, Auntie," said Hanna. "Mas Ravi it …."

"Why? You're his mistress? You're committing adultery under the pretext of polygamy?"

"Astaghfirullah .. why does Aunt think so?" hanna was shocked. "Hanna has nothing to do with Mas Ravi, except just befriends."

"That's it! Initially it was reasonable to be friends, but for a long time there must be another purpose. Where is there a man who nolongin women like you selflessly? If it wasn't for any other purpose, there's no way he'd want to help you."

"August …."

"Hhmmm, huh? Basically it is clear. The Muslim man's mind is never far from ************!"

"Astaghfirullah .. Auntie?"

"That's it, Chika." Mama Lilian broke up. "Don't talk about it here. Pity your brother."

"I'm free to defend you from Atan's sister, Hanna. Turns out your behavior outside all this time ... like that, huh?" aunt Chika's murmur sucks. "Tante is really disappointed in you!" He rushed out of the room with an angry look.

"Aante!" call Hanna to chase.

"Already, Hanna. Let her be so," exclaimed Mama Lilian, preventing her daughter from pursuing. "Chika is so, dear."

"Yes, but don't talk like that, Ma."

The old woman took a deep breath. Then she began to say, "Perhaps because she used to have a bitter experience with her ex-husband."

"Om Steven?"

"Kok, Hanna just found out now?" hanna asked as she frowned.

"That time .. You and Andrew were little. Yes, of course .. You two will not want the incident," said Mama Lilian with a blank look, like she was looking far away to some time ago. "Now .. the incident is repeated. You, Hanna. You followed Steven's trail. Hhmmm, I don't know what sins Mama has ever done with God. Even though Mama has tried to obey and diligently worship to the church. But ... again .. the ordeal came from them, those Muslims."

Hanna looked at her mother with a bitter taste. He felt that there was a lot to be straightened out regarding the views of people like Mama Lilian and Aunt Chika, as well as Papa Jonathan, towards the Islamic world. That time too? Sure didn't. Not a good time. But that certainly must be done slowly, without pitched patronizing, and exemplified through Hanna's own behavior. Preach with morality as it was once done by His Majesty Salallahu'alaihi Wasallaam.

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The spiritual canticle melted down most of the day. The verse and lyrics glorify the name and greatness of God, accompanied by strings of rhythmic strings fused in the soul.

An atmosphere of mourning enveloped Johanna's family. Weeping and haphazardly decorate sad figures with dark-colored clothing uniforms. Deeply bowed, reciting temple after temple through the thread of the verses of the word.

Lilian stared at the stiff figure inside the coffin, followed by Hanna and Andrew sitting side by side on the left-right side. They are saddened by the passing of a loved one, who is now lying pale in a tuxedo.

Not far from there, Chika stood with a sad look in tune while occasionally wiping away the tears. Still ringing in the final words of the deceased just before exhaling the last breath; "Kutitipkan Johanna to you, Chika," Jonathan said on the sickly bed. "I may have failed to make him a true Christian, but I believe that for you it is not as easy as I did before. Persuade him by all means and means, to return to the bosom of our Lord."

"Why don't you just give up Johanna's problem as Lilian, her mother, sister?" tanya Chika took a sip staring at the look of suffering that Jonathan was feeling. "Isn't it easier for Lili's sister to fulfill your trust?"

Sighing heavily, the old man replied, "Eeuuhhh, I don't believe him, Chika. It seems that Lili would rather let Johanna be like that. I don't know, I don't understand it myself often. That's why I trust you more than he does."

Suddenly everything happened. Jonathan's breath began to shorten. Then after being left speechless, the man also took his life. Died with wide eyes and wide open mouth.

"Sir Atan! Brother Ataannn!" chika shouted hysterically herself while shaking the body of her sister just wayangnya.

Some people came near. Get closer and try to calm down. Until the boisterous was immediately roared in the room.

"Patience, Brother. Calm down," said someone as he grabbed the old woman's body away from the coffin.

"Don't stay with me, Brother Atan!" chika shouted in a thunderstorm as she pleased.

"Take him into another room."

"Well, Ci."

Johanna and Andrew could only stare bitterly, watching Chika being led away from the mourning room. Then he got back together, hugged Lilian, and sat down at his place.

The echoes of spiritual cantillation stopped for a moment, then continued as usual after the cry of Chika slowly away.

Hardly a word was spoken of the three beloved relics of the late Jonathan; Lilian or Feng Lian, Johanna, and Andrew. Each fell asleep in the deepest sorrow. Until the funeral arrived.

"Someone wants to see you, Hanna." Someone whispered to Johanna in the middle of a sermon on the priest's death.

"Who?" hanna asked confusedly.

"Male."

'Could it be ….' Bathe the girl while looking around at the direction someone had been heading just now. ' … Mas Ravi?'

The man Hanna meant waved from a distance. He smiled faintly among the dejected look of the corpse-carrying figures.

"I'm sorry, I just found out about this sad news from your friend at college, Hanna," Ravi said. "Two days ago, you were so hard to call."

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