Love Johanna
Section 22

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 22...

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Arising in the girl's mind, this is the bitter journey of her life in maintaining a final choice. Become a different figure among his own family environment and automatically become the most hated party there. Until then the stroke of fate said another now, thrown forcibly to wade through the vast sea without certainty. Like a swing of an uneyed step.

Is it possible, then the giant wheels of heavy vehicles down there are able to help him immediately face the Rabb? At the same time bring the faith of the girl who had just grown fragile.

Hanna stared intently from above the sidewalk of the bridge, down towards the glitter of the street lights. As if the middle flickering flirt poking sedu, invites empty souls to footprint through the hallway of the devil.

'Come .. follow your heart, Son of Man. All human stories have been outlined since the holy spirit was buried in the womb. Even if you had to choose your own path of death, should God question the destiny He has set? No. gabe. Whatever you want, it's the best way to shorten this story.'

'Come .. do it. That is enough, Son of Man. It feels as painful as your life will be taken by Him. If it's the same, why don't you go through it now? Isn't your spirit now like a still-holy baby? Take it on the basis of sheer error. It will not diminish your sinlessness now.'

Hanna took half a step. He shook his head several times with teary petals.

'No!' the girl screamed while closing her eyes. 'This is definitely not a good and right act. This is not the way out. This is not what God wants. It's just a pebble between a sea of sand. This is not what God meant I should get closer. It's clearly heretical, isn't it, God?!'

Hanna grimaced dizzy while holding her head. His head suddenly seemed to turn yellow.

"Ohhhhh!" hanna's screams shrieked along with the roar of a vehicle that suddenly flashed there.

Ciiitt!

The creaking of friendly colliding tires gripped the asphalt plain. Following the dings the front wheel rotates spontaneously leading to the left side of the sidewalk.

"Bigdelight!" exclaim someone so out of the body of a minibus vehicle type X-Pander. "Don't do that! Tahaanan!"

Hanna turned her head for a moment, staring at the foreign figure coming closer. Half ran while raising his hand like he was about to reach it. But the weight on the head was even more testing, painful.

"Awaaass!"

Suddenly Hanna's consciousness seemed to be thinning. He was no longer able to support both feet to stay fixed. Then without power, as quickly as it lost balance and staggered towards the bridge divider.

"Jamaan!"

A second too late to reach the girl's arm, the story will change. Quickly the figure pulled Hanna's body towards the shoulder of the road, then firmly blocked both shoulders so as not to fall on the asphalt.

"Astaghfirullahal'adziim …."

Soon he took off Johanna's body, laid her down slowly there. Either shocked or confused, hurriedly got up, pulled both hands that had touched earlier, then circled for a moment with fingers expanded.

His head turned to the left-right or precisely at both ends of the road at the end of twilight. It was just him and him there. Both. Who else if not himself with the girl.

"Allahuacbar! W-is he still alive?" he panicked, but didn't know what to do. Checking his heart, means you have to get closer to the chest area. "Ah, no!" He shook his head in fear. Continue to feel the pulse in the hand? That way you have to touch the girl's skin directly. "Yes, Allah .. b-how is this? A-is .. a-is ... ah, no! Obviously I should get this woman in the car immediately. Get away, avoid someone passing by here and think .. a-I've been indecent towards him!"

For a moment he took a deep breath. He started crouching slowly right next to Hanna's body. Then close your eyes, hold your lungs, and encourage both hands to take a position in support. Along with that, the heartbeat was simultaneously racing along with the lips vibrating in a catupatannya.

Duk!

The sound of something stumbling hard.

"Ouch!"

He forgot to open the vehicle door first, until the girl's head hit the car body. Forced to now lift one leg, trace the footing on the bottom side to support the burden of Hanna's pelvis so that his hands freely hook the front door lock handle. Then return to the starting position once exposed and pushed using the waist.

Duk!

"Allahuacbar! So sick!" lament that figure. This time his head is real with the hood part of the vehicle. Then rushed back to close the car door once Hanna's position was sitting comfortably. "T-quiet .. t-quiet .. a-I just meant to help. Yeah, I-I never did anything to that woman" he muttered as he walked around the wheel.

Cold sweat seemed to flood almost all over the face, armpits, as well as the chest and back. Even though he was now directly behind the steering wheel, he did not immediately track the gas pedal. But take a breath to calm down.

"Yes, Allah .. bismillaah …."

Slowly he turned the starter lock, turned on the engine, then began to drive the vehicle slowly. Leaving the bridge area right before the Azan Magrib reverberated.

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Almost a quarter of an hour the figure was pacing around in front of the IGD room. His face looked worried. Every now and then he glanced and glanced at the glass door in front of him, then turned to stare for a moment at the mobile screen within his grasp, and finally clucked to himself. Are you bored, upset, or worried about something? What is certain since his arrival at the clinic, hastily called the medics and opened the front door of the vehicle.

"T-help me! T-help me!" he repeatedly panicked as he tugged at the arm of one of the closest officers.

"Why, Sir? What's up?" ask the officer. Then turn your head in the direction pointed by the figure earlier.

"D-he .. d-he …." He stuttered, but never finished.

"Well," said the officer. Then immediately gave the order to his partner to bring a stroller to move Hanna who was still sitting on the front bench of the vehicle, in a condition that was not conscious. "Father calm down first, let us handle it as well as possible."

"I-iya .. m-indeed .. s-should be!" reveal the figure of the man who brought Hanna from the bridge. He still looks young, about 27 years old. "S-I just .. uh, d-he I brought here in such a state."

"Yes, you calm down. We'll try to get him inside for a check-up" one of the medics said.

"I-iya .. m-indeed .. s-should be!" Again that is what he said. Looks nervous and trembling, confused about what else to do. 'Yes, Allah .. Why am I always this way, every time I face a new woman? Ah!' Want him to curse or scream as loud as possible, to reduce nervousness. But his brain was still able to be sane. 'Smoke? Ah, looks like a good idea. That is often done by my colleagues if again faced with stress attacks.'

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