Love Johanna
Section 44

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...By: David Khanz...

...Section 44...

...—------ o0o —--------...

"Drink first, Han," said Ravi invited Johanna to immediately try the drink she offered. "Tenangin first yourself. Breathe in through your nose, slowly exiting through your mouth. Repeat several times until you feel calm. Okay?"

Johanna obeyed what Ravi said. Several times the girl did so, until finally feeling much more relaxed, then ended it by drinking a glass of mineral water. "Thank you, Mum. I feel a lot better now" she said with a sweet smile, turning her head to look around at their meeting place that evening. "Good place too. Fresh and make adem. You come here often, huh, Mom?"

"Not really," replied Ravi. "Just ever ... first .. if again for."

"alone?"

"Just like temen."

"girls? Guys?"

Ravi frowning. Staring at Johanna's face which still looks the remnants of her gloomy taste. Then he asked slowly, "Why are you, Han?"

Johanna replied, shaking her head and looking nervous, "No. It'sit's okay. Sorry, if my question was too—"

"I mean ... Do you have any problems at home?"

"Oohhh, that? Hadh …." Johanna grinned in shame. Soon he changed his nose so as not to look too nervous in front of the man, while fixing the strands of his hair that were scattered to cover part of the cheek area. "Sorry, if Mas Ravi's time is wasted because of my problems, Mas."

"No. Just relax," said Ravi flat while sipping his own drink. "What's the problem, anyway? That tattoo, huh?"

Johanna nodded.

"Truly, not just that, anyway," said the girl began to speak. "I'm in a dilemma, Mom."

"Why dilemma?" ravi asked groping Johanna's mind. "The horrors of your story and also the first time I met your aunt earlier, I did have a little bit of a special assessment for the Aunt. Uh, I'm sorry, Han, I'm talking about your family."

"It's okay, Mom. Just relax," Hanna said. "Look ... I'm ... duh, where do you want the story from, huh?" He thought for a moment, then continued to say. "Look .. on the one hand, I'm required to return to live with Mama and Andrew. But …."

"But what?"

Johanna sighed worriedly to the point of nibbling on her own lips. It did not escape the attention of the man in front of him. Unknowingly, Ravi wet the lip with the tip of the tongue.

"I often hesitate to do …." Once again Hanna hung up the sentence. May still be hesitant or are choosing a suitable sentence to express. "Look .. I still doubt .. if the cuisine in my house is not halal for me to eat, Mas."

"Continue?"

"Yaaa .. so the thought continues to stay at home" replied Johanna again. "Not only that, the problem ... that's the old cookware and eating too. Walopun has been washed clean, but it is not necessarily halal also to make dipake again. Yeah, right, Mas?"

"Yes too, anyway. I understand what you mean."

"Soalah as far as I know.. to say the feces of former dog saliva, it is necessary to do several stages until seven times the water rinse and one time mixed with soil as deep as the elbow limit. Yeah, right? Especially the illegal meat. Of course the former oil or fat is, which makes me not want to eat the results of my parents' cooking."

Timpal Ravi, "Yaaa .. 'how, huh? What you're talking about, there really is, too, anyway. I totally get it. But ... is there no other solution, Han?"

"For instance?"

Ravi thought for some time, then understood. "Have you spoken to your mother? So, from your own family's side, 'how? Especially your mom, Han."

Johanna recalled the conversation the two of them had earlier. "I think my mom, she knows. I don't need to talk about it either, Mama understands."

"meaning?"

"Last noon, Mama nawarin I made my own kitchen."

"Well, that's good. Your mom understands, doesn't."

Imbuh Hanna said, "Yes, anyway. Even ... Mama herself said, want to cook halal-halal only as long as I stay at home."

"Certain .. The problem is clear, right? What else are you questioning?" Ravi was happy too. "And I think .. Mama you are much more able to accept you now, than .. sorry, your late father used to."

Johanna snorted riled.

"Yes, I guess .. Mama is not too willing to take a headache with my decision from the beginning," said the girl. "But now .. not so much with Aunt Chika."

"Hhhhhhh."

"You mean?"

Johanna looked into the man's eyeballs, then said, "He always tried to block my religious activities, Mas, and I guess hope ..maybe, yes. Nau'dzubillahimind."

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim."

"One more …."

"What's that?" asked Ravi curiously.

"My brother Andrew."

"Why with him?"

Johanna looked away and shook her head slowly. "I don't know for sure, but .. I think .. is under the influence of Aunt Chika. Ahhhh, I'm really confused, Mom. That's why I hurriedly called Mas Ravi earlier, because .. yes, that was ... I felt .. Aunt and Andrew again planned something, deh."

"What?"

"Yes, how do I know!" johanna replied with a grim face. "I'm confused, Mas. Actually want to live in a rented, but .. I also wanted to sign the same deket Mama. I want to be with my parents."

Ravi mangosteen. Little understanding now the man will be the problems faced by Johanna.

"According to Mas Ravi, 'how?" ask the girl suddenly. "Where should I be, dong? I'm confused, Mas."

Confused? Yes, Ravi himself is also in a similar position. Facing her own family's problems, especially Sarah. Even because of that, he felt lazy to go home.

"I'm sorry, Mas" said Johanna breaking a momentary silence between them.

"Eh, huh? Why, Han?" The man was flabbergasted.

I doubt Hanna would say. But he suddenly remembered the initial conversation when he called earlier. Plus the look of Ravi who looks a little less cheerful at that time. "Sorry, if I share Mas Ravi's thoughts," he said.

"Aahhh, it's okay, Han," replied Ravi. "I'm-I'm fine, really."

Shaking the sound that was heard, had not convinced the heart of the girl that the figure in front of her was in good condition.

"Mas Ravi himself ... again there's a problem, huh? Uh, sorry .. if my question is presumptuous. Don't answer me if—"

"Yes, I have a problem with my wife .." Ravi said. For some reason, now he becomes more easily revealed to Johanna. "Biasalah .. household problems."

"Oh, 'that? I'm sorry, Mom."

"Sorry why? You don't have—"

"I shouldn't have called Mas Ravi. Moreover ... This is my own family's internal matter."

"Eh, hey .. hey .. Hanna is kind," said Ravi trying to warm the mood again. "We are temen. You have to remember that. From the beginning, I was ... uh, meaning ... duh, what is it? What was I gonna say, anyway? Forget it, no." He tried to remember, until then continued to say, "O, yes .. dutiful parents. Your mom, right?"

Johanna nodded.

"You want to hear according to my version?"

Hanna nodded back.

Ravi took a breath, then turned back, "In my opinion .. There is no prohibition in Islam to worship parents, even though you and your mother are different religions. Precisely religion is very ... strongly .. advocating and obliging. Obey your Mama's requests and orders, as long as they are not for disrespecting or disobeying the commandments of Allah Subhanahu Wata'ala. That's all that matters."

"Including helping with Mama's religious celebrations?"

"Yes, help prepare your Mama's religious activities, but not to jump in together to do the routine and religious rituals. Understand no?" ravi asked, but Hanna's response still looked ambiguous. "Look ... look ... look ... for example yes, your mother wants to go to Church, keep asking to be delivered to you. Well, you must obey your Mama's request, namely .. nganterin your Mama until you arrive at the Church safely. Okay, get there. No need to come in and both mengelaksanain worship in the Church all. So, even if you still have an obligation to your Mama, tetep .. there are its own limitations in interpreting the word 'duty' earlier. Understand no?"

Johanna nodded.

"The bottom line, if an activity or activity has entered the realm of differences in rules in a religion, that is where. Because it has entered into the law 'lakum inidukum waliyadiin'. For your religion, for me my religion."

"I understand that, Mom. Thank you." Thank you."

Kriinng! Kriinng!

Ravi reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone. "Sarah ..." murmured the man with trembling hands.

...SERIATE...