Love Johanna
Section 33

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...By: David Khanz...

...Section 33...

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The vehicle started to drive away from the rented area. Hanna's mind was filled with questions and uncertain feelings. He thought, is it possible that someone will be truly sincere in giving help without any frills demanding a return? Although he himself was not so sure, but the speech of Aunt Chika the other day was still so clearly ringing. Especially if it is not about Islam and polygamy. Could it be that Ravi just wanted to help? As far as they had met all this time, there had indeed been no conversation that led to sensitive matters.

Amid the silence between the two of them, suddenly the ringtone sound of the phone rang repeatedly. Hanna glanced for a moment, looking at Ravi's face which looked a little nervous.

"Why not get picked up, sir?" ask the girl as soon as Ravi refuses the phone call. The man replied groggyly, "Ah, nothing. Just a phone call from the office, Mom. Office meeting I mean."

"Maybe something important?" Hanna curious. It's nothing, if it's true as revealed by Ravi just now, then why would his reaction be like that?

"Not like," answered Ravi while choosing silent mode on his phone. "Biasalah .. the office. If there is one person who is not present, it feels wrong team work. He-he."

"Oh, 'that?" timpal Hanna short. But his intuition said it was not an honest answer. Especially considering the man's previous remark that he was having problems with his wife. The correlations? "I'm sorry, sir, if I were to take care of you."

Ravi. "Ah, stop, Ma'am. Don't talk about it anymore. He-he. I told you, it's okay, right. I'm sincere. I'm ridho. God willing."

Johanna smiled wryly.

"Yes, thank goodness that's the case," he concluded. Honestly, he really wanted to know about the life of the person next to him. But it is definitely not something civilized, if you dare to wonder so. Moreover, they are nobody and just got to know each other, right?

"You can tell, how old this Hanna Sister is, huh?" ravi asked some time later, breaking the deadlock between the two. "I'm concerned ... might still be college. He-he. Sorry, I'm like this."

Hanna smiled back at the goat. Just now he refrained from asking about privacy, even the man started. If for the size of Indonesian culture, does not ask the issue of age is included in the category of disrespectful? Includes questions about religion and marital status.

"I'm still in college, sir" Johanna replied slowly.

"O, huh?" Ravi's intonation sounded shocked. "What semester?"

"New fourth semester, sir."

"Well, great. Means another year's kelar dong, huh?"

Hanna smiled wryly. "I don't know, sir," he said worriedly.

"Loh .. What, I don't even know? Hanna's mother is not…." The man's voice suddenly stopped. He took a short breath and exhaled for a moment. "Oh, sorry. S-i forgot. Sorry."

"Why, Sir?"

"e-don't. Nothing," said Ravi immediately rectify the situation. "I'm sorry about what happened to Hanna. At once, I also feel proud of your determination."

The girl looked down for a moment. After taking a deep breath, he said, "I don't know what to do in the future. My condition is like this now, what would I hope for? My mind is completely dead-end."

Ravi glanced at the figure of the girl, then chimed in while focusing on driving, "Patiently yes, Ma'am. Allah gives the same test as His servant, will not exceed the limits of his ability." Suddenly he himself remembered what he was facing. Household troubles with Sarah, his wife. If you feel the burden of life is much heavier, there are more complex ones out there. A real example, the Johanna problem. 'Hhmmm, I'm becoming more and more challenged to help Ms. Hanna. As a matter of fact, do not let him feel sad because he has chosen his belief as a convert and prevents him from being forced to return to his religion again due to the pressures of life.'

"Yes, Insa Allah, sir," said Hanna.

"God willing. Qadarullah´s. Everything we do is by God's will. Whatever happens, nothing will escape what He has outlined. Including my problem, Ms. Hanna's problem, or also. Aren't you, Mommy?"

Johanna nodded. "That's right, sir," he replied beginning to feel relieved now. The whisper of his heart said; very grateful because God had answered his prayers through the presence of a Ravi.

Then the question arises again, why should it be the man? Not a figure or any other way. Ah, sometimes as human beings, we are rarely able to understand the purpose and purpose of God. Except being grateful and believing that He is the best substance that the Almighty hears. If only now can not find an answer, maybe over time can find the grid later. As long as it remains based on faith and belief.

That day, it turns out Ravi took Johanna shopping. Buy various live equipment needs as long as the girl lives in the rented. Adequate mattresses, stoves, cooking and eating utensils, even a communication device in the form of a mobile phone. "Don't, sir," stop Hanna once the man offers her a new cell phone. "This is not at all necessary."

"Loh, Ma'am would actually need this. Takeit. Make communication needs Mbak," urged Ravi.

"E-no, sir," said Hanna again trying to refuse. "That's more than enough, really. About HP .. Don't."

Johanna shakes. "I'm afraid .. later Papah I know my whereabouts," he replied with a ripple of worry drawn biased in the face.

"Yes, don't be told, Ma'am," said Ravi, holding back a laugh. "It's not our communication tool."

"We?"

"Yes. Me and Mommy."

Jem!

Instantly the girl began to think that their introduction would be more elongated. It won't be enough to get there. Did ya?

"Is this not excessive, sir?" hanna asked still in doubt.

"God willing. Trust me, I just want to help Ms. Hanna. 'Where? Okay no?" ravi said while handing over the phone to Hanna, then pay immediately to a counter officer. "Before we go home, we'll eat first, okay? I had not filled my stomach yet. He-he."

"Well, didn't you just go home? Not sure about his wife, sir?" hanna's chirps were unconscious and instantly changed the color of Ravi's face to be a little grim. "My wife has not been home since yesterday" he replied.

"Well, how could that be?"

"I don't know, Ma'am. Maybe he went home to his parents."

"Maybe? How, maybe anyway?" ask the girl again. "So until now you yourself do not know where the whereabouts of the Father's wife?" Hanna's soul of curiosity was suddenly provoked.

Ravi shakes.

"My number is blocked by my wife. So I can't connect with him at all," said the man, even unconsciously so pour out his heart. "There were, even in-laws who tried to call me earlier."

"So? That time in the car?"

Jem!

The male's eyes were spontaneously rounded with a wide gaping mouth.

"Eh, sorry. I don't mean—"

Tukas Ravi quickly, "Yes, Ma'am. I lied to you earlier." He finally admitted. "The one who called me was not from the office, but my own in-laws."

"Geez!"

"Astaghfirullah, Ma'am. Not the word that just said."

"Eh, yes. I mean that too. Astaghfirullahal'adziim ..." - Hanna hastily. "Duh, I'm sorry, sir. I don't mean to pry into your family's internal problems."

Ravi snorts.

"Nothing," he felt already revealed. "I really need a friend to confide. For the time being, maybe just Hanna's sister is the right one."

"But for domestic affairs, I myself am still blind, sir. It's .. I'm not married."

"O, huh? Hanna's mom is single?"

Johanna nodded slowly.

Suddenly the ripples of the man's face changed back from grim earlier to a little crunchy.

What's the matter? What is that man thinking now? To be sure, he felt that his introduction to Johanna was really like something very special. Wh why? I don't know, his desire to express the heartbreak of the young woman's figure is growing.

...SERIATE...