Love Johanna
Section 47

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...By: David Khanz...

...Section 47...

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As soon as he got off public transport, Johanna walked hastily down the alley. It was getting quiet into the night. Then turn towards home.

"Where are you, Han?" ask Aunt Chika when she opens the door. The old woman's eyes looked as if she was investigating. The girl replied for a moment after glancing at her aunt's gaze, "After meeting, Auntie."

"Yemen? Which temen?" Aunt Chika's slender petals are shrinking. "You don't usually kayak 'gini. Especially when your mother is still grieving. Don't you feel like you lost your dad, huh?"

Johanna won't chim in. He doesn't want to argue. So try to avoid and intend to enter the house, through the restrictions of the tantenya body. "Hanna needs a break, Tan. Sorry," he said slowly. Worried their voices were heard by Mama Lilian.

"Heh, briefly! Don't go in!" the old woman came back. "You are not polite to your parents. He's talking about avoiding!"

"Not so, Auntie," elak Johanna is still trying to get in. "Hanna's tired, but Hanna wants to see Mama's condition."

"He's asleep!" reply Aunt Chika. "From that moment he asked you to continue. Calling is inactive. Where are you, anyway?"

"Hanna, didn't you answer that. Hanna met equally," she explained and only realized that from the beginning, she had deactivated her cell.

Spotlight Aunty Johanna's eyes are back on the sharp. "The same guy, right?" the question was full of investigation and was immediately greeted by a shock reaction by his nephew. "Why would aunty think that?" Johanna pretended not to understand. The figure in question must be Ravi. Who else?

The spontaneous girl realized that their conversation this time would be more profound and long.

"It's not so difficult to make nervous," said Aunt Chika accompanied by a wry smile. "You've met him, haven't you? What's his name, huh? R-ra .. no! Ah, it doesn't feel like. R-ra .. Randi? Hhmm .. o, yes .. Ravi! Ravis! He's not, huh?"

Johanna did not answer. It's free. Breeding will also increase the duration of the chat. Lying, he's not used to it.

"In times of mourning like this, you should be more empathetic to your own family, Hanna. Your mama. Not even caring about others," said Aunt Chika further. "Is it because your father is no longer of your kind? Because of different religions? Keep your conscience turned to stone and no longer care about your family?"

Johanna shakes.

"That's not true at all, Auntie," said Hanna still trying to hold back her patience. "The late Papa was an important part of the Hanna family. Different religion or not, he tetep Hanna Papa. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the issue of belief."

"Instant you don't want to participate in the ritual of Kak Jonathan's death."

Johanna sighs.

Right the earlier guess. It was always a religious issue discussed by the tantenya.

"Sorry, Aunt. It's malem. Hanna did not want to talk about it," said Hanna, then tried to break through the body barrier of Aunt Chika. But the old woman kept him in. "Hanna wants to see Mama first."

"An aunt's words just now, Hanna!" exclaim Aunt Chika forcing. "Is that so bad about your new religion? Take-sampe things just like batesin! Your father is the most valuable person for your life!"

"Lacuum inidukum waliyadiin."

"What do you mean, anyway?" tanya Aunt Chika growled. For him, if you hear typical sentences that smell Islamic, the hatred is increasingly explosive.

After taking a deep breath, Johanna replied, "It's about matters of faith, Hanna has her own limits, Auntie."

"Tongue?"

"Yes, Aunt. The belief is a kind of .. the basis or point of a belief. Where the important affairs between one religion and another religion, should not be mixed. Because each side rests on its own religious guidelines."

"That's just your essay" said Aunt Chika while sneering. "It can be like the polygamous ustadz-ustadz talk. Instead of legalizing infidelity on the basis of their religious orders. The edges are even adulterous."

'That's again discussed ...' lamented the girl upset. Personal hate affairs are linked to the intervention of religious rules that he does not profess, he thought.

"It wasn't Hanna who spoke, Auntie, but it was according to the religion Hanna believes in now" Johanna explained. "Some, why does this Aunt really like to discuss Islam from the point of polygamy? The Islamic world is not as narrow as our aunt, youh."

"Emang so the reality," said Aunt Chika ketus. "You'd like to deny that, too, the evidence is so, right?"

"Tante is still the same old Om Steven?" johanna asked trying to look around.

The old woman reacted immediately. Spontaneous he turned his head accompanied by a furious look. "What is the same story as him?" ketus tanyanya. "You don't try to talk about that asshole again, do you? Loss. There's no luck."

Hanna smiled thinly. Then continued to ask without regard to his tantic speech just now, "That's right, which makes Auntie think strange about the religion that Hanna believes so far? Because Aunt is still disappointed with Steven. Yeah, right?"

"It has nothing to do with him!"

"It has something to do with it, Dong. Therefore, Auntie always thinks negatively about Islam from the point of polygamy," said Johanna began to find a gap to retaliate. "Partially, polygamy does not exist only in Islam, Aunty. Long before Islam was born in the Arabian Peninsula, polygamy also existed and was widely practiced by adherents of other religions. Especially by the dignitaries of a country in its time."

"Sokay know you!"

"Islam only complements and regulates the rules of the polygamy problem so that it is more directed and organized. The goal is of course to protect and guarantee the rights of the parties concerned and children of future offspring."

"Keep nagging you!"

"Although polygamy is permissible for male Muslims, polygamy is not an absolute duty. There are its own rules and it's not easy, Auntie," Johanna said again. "One more .. Polygamy is not adultery, but a holy marriage perpetrated by a married man. It is also lawful."

"But still if not allowed to be with his wife, it will mean cheating. Zina."

"Not adultery, Auntie, throughout her marriage it was done in accordance with the rules. Especially in terms of religious law." Patiently Hanna was still trying to explain. "Everything Hanna said also .. polygamy is not easy, because it should not be done secretly. All parties involved, at least should know. Especially from his previous wife. Walopun without permission from the wife, polygamous marriage is still religiously lawful, but it will be difficult to get approval in administrative and state law."

Aunt Chika glanced wryly. "You're talking about polygamy, as if you're married. Don't-don't .. You are already—"

"Hanna learned a lot and read books about the Islamic world, Auntie."

"Imagical books …."

"Not an imaginary book, Aunt, but books written by figures who have high religious scholarship. Not just anyone."

"Reason ..." grumbled Aunt Chika unwilling to budge. "It's getting better now, huh? Feel like you have a lot of knowledge, continue to be made to volunteer Aunty."

"Hanna was just helping me out, Auntie. That's just what Hanna understands. If you don't know, yes ... Hanna's time nagging, anyway? Or Auntie wants to read the books that Hanna read? There are many, really. The language is interesting, Auntie," said Johanna increasingly got a fresh wind to dampen the attack from Aunt Chika. "Entar Hanna bawain deh, at kontrakan—"

"Oh!"

Suddenly Aunt Chika moved from where she had been standing. He left Hanna with a sour look.

"Subhanallah ..." sighed the girl looked at her tantric figure. "May God give His guidance to my family; Aunt Chika, Mama, and Andrew."

Then Hanna went inside the house. After making sure the door was locked, he hurried to look at Mama Lilian in the room.

"You're home, Han?" said the figure above the bed as soon as Hanna approached. "Where have you been, honey?"

"Mama hasn't slept?" hanna asked as she sat down beside her mother. Mama Lilian replied softly, "Mama wait for you, Han. Mama's worried you won't come back to this house anymore."

"Yes, Allah .. Mama," said the girl and immediately embraced her mother.

"Sleep with Mama, baby. Mama wants to get you."

"Y-yes, Ma. Hanna temenin," replied Johanna touched. "But Hanna wants to take some ablution water before going to bed."

"You haven't prayed?"

Hanna shakes.

"Yes, already. Pray in Mama's room only, yes," Pinta Mama Lilian back. Then glanced over the dressers and the walls of the room. "That .. the statue of Our Lady is the same as the cross just entered into the table drawer. Let you not feel the disturbance of his prayer."

"God, Mama!"

Again Johanna hugged her mother's body tighter.

...SERIATE...