Love Johanna
Section 52

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...By: David Khanz...

...Section 52...

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As usual, early in the morning, Hanna had woken up early. That he had done since before deciding to convert some time before. 

Still vividly remembered in the mind of the girl, before saying two sentences of shahada, she always studied through books and also internet assistance. Video footage from preacher Sheikh Ahmed Hussein Deedat and Doctor Zakir Abdul Karim Naik was among the favorites. Hanna was convinced that Islam was the only religion that was very logical and true. It is not enough to get there, self-taught about the ritual of prayer is often done secretly.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

There was a knock on the door. Johanna was still wearing her face.

"Hanna!"

The girl was surprised.

"Geez!" he was shocked and immediately took off a special Muslim dress to worship the prayer.  "Mama?" He immediately recognized the voice that called out to him earlier.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Hanna, open the door, son!" mama Lilian shouted back while knocking on her son's bedroom door. 

"L-yes, Ma! A minute!" sahut Johanna hastily hid the folds of mucous cloth under the sleeping pillow. Once it felt safe, then he hunted down the door key and opened it. "Yes, Ma. What's up?"

Mama Lilian looked at her daughter's face for a moment. "What are you doing in your room? How come, you're locked everything?" ask the old lady in amazement. He looked into the room and tried to find out, maybe there was something that his daughter was hiding.

Johanna replied nervously, "It's okay, Ma. Hanna just fell asleep again while listening to music using a headset. That's why I didn't hear the call from Mama just now."

Mama Lilian stepped into the room. A swirling look, swept to all corners of the room. "Truly just sleeping? You sick?" he pretended to check the window. Who knew there was a figure of a young boy just coming out through there and was hiding underneath. Then the old woman turned her back to look at Johanna.

"No, Ma. Hanna is healthy, really," replied the white girl.

His mother's eyes were still staring. Then again ask the question. "You're not talking about anything from Mama anymore, are you?"

Johanna. He remembered the mucena cloth that was under the pile of pillows. "No, Ma. What's it like, try?" he suddenly felt a bit worried.

"Hhmmm," said Mama Lilian. "Keep why use the door ngunci room all? You don't usually look like this."

Answer Hanna for the umpteenth time, "Yaaa. Hanna just doesn't want to be bothered anymore."

"Digangguin?" Mama Lilian's narrow eyes widened violently. "You think Mama's bothering you?"

"It's not Mama, it's Andrew, Ma!"

"Oohh .. hhmm." Mama Lilian mangosteen. "Your college assignments have you all done?"

Hanna thought for a moment. "It's been, but there are still a few more that haven't been sorted out," he replied lying.

"So ... tomorrow Sunday, you don't go to church with Mama anymore, dong?"

"Huh?"

"Cock, huh?"

"I-iya ... Hanna means .. Why, Mama nanyanya so, anyway?" Johanna's voice sounded.

"Yes, 'it is always the reason you are invited to the Church every time Mama Lilian" said Mama Lilian half-investigating. "Can't it be postponed for a moment, maybe? 'Never been this whole day, really. Aren't you, Han?"

Johanna shook her head and replied, "Don't know, Ma."

"Kok, don't know?"

"I mean Hanna …." The girl tried to avoid her mother's eyes. "Hanna wants to focus first on college assignments, Ma."

"Sampe when?" ask Mama Lilian again, urgently.

"Hanna doesn't know."

"Kok, don't know anymore?" The old woman's eyes narrowed. It only looks like a straight line in the middle of its petal. "Is there any other reason that is more logical, so that your mom can help you realize if your Papa nanyain you continue?"

Johanna raised her face, looking at her mother. "What is Papa nanyain?"

"Yes, that's exactly what Mama asked you to do."

Unknowingly, the girl clucked. 

"Why really, son? How many times have you gone to church. Don't you think you're the same as God?" mama Lilian asked trying to investigate, but in a gentle way.

"To meet and greet God, we don't always have to go to church, Ma" replied Johanna. "At home, in this room, or wherever we are, God is always there. Because He is always present in the heart, in the form of faith. You remember the words of God in Proverbs 15:3 and Psalm 119:11, right? 'The eyes of the Lord are everywhere, watching the wicked and the good, ' and 'In my heart I keep Your promise, lest I sin against You.' Hanna was still getting the second sound of the Bible verse, when Hanna was Sunday school first." The girl's eyes glanced for a moment at her mother. To be honest, he said 'God is in your heart' was the title of a book by Husein Ja'far Al Hadar. 

"Yes, but the context doesn't have to be like that either, son," said Mama Lilian. "His faith must be manifestly proved, gathered together in prayer, and celebrated the resurrection of Jesus Christ on Sunday. That's why on that day we went to church."

Actually Johanna wanted to argue, but she realized, it was impossible for her to do it now. It could be for a while. I don't know if the situation ahead is possible.

"Come on, we'll have a little mallem, son," asked Mama Lilian at the end of the conversation. "Your father and brother Andrew, we're waiting, in the dining room."

"Y-yes, Ma. Mama go first. Later Hanna followed," said Hanna trying to buy time. It was nothing, he knew what his mother always cooked. Something to avoid for that moment, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and so on.

"Yes, Ma."

After her mother died, Johanna thought, how not to let her go to dinner with her family. Not eat? It will certainly raise questions. Buy outside? It will create suspicion. But if you want to be honest, the pain that biting the stomach earlier, is very excruciating.

Finally, accompanied by a sense of doubt, the girl was forced to join. However ….

"Kok, eat it a little, Han?" asked Papa Jonathan so pay attention to the contents of the dish of his virgin child. "Usually you like the same processed meat—"

"Hanna's dieting again, Pa," replied Johanna giving an excuse.

"Diets?" Spontaneous the old man's eyes glanced at his wife. Andrew's reaction was laughter. "Our son is fat, Ma?"

"Ah, no. Proportional, really," replied Mama Lilian. "Don't be weird, Hanna. Eat ... eat."

"No, ah. Quite this way," replied Johanna still refused. "Belom this rice .. carbohydrates. That meat .. fat. No. .. no! Hanna's body was stretched again, ah!"

"Terus .. Kakan just eat rice ama vegetable soup doangan?" asked Andrew to mark his brother. "Recarely 'that?"

"That's it! It's you, all the macems go into the stomach. Wew!" reply Hanna while scooping the soup vegetable soup onto the rice pile on her plate.

Andrew's laughter hardened. To the extent that Lilian and Jonathan glared reminded him.

"Laaahhh .. Right, that vegetable also uses lard, sister. Ha-ha!" added the young boy who is still sitting on the SLTA bench.

"What?!"

Johanna was surprised and almost spewed back the rice mouthful she had already chewed. But keburu realized, if it was done, then his family will suspect.

'Yes, Lord .. 'how, huh? When I had to pretend to go back to throw up this food? If Papa is suspicious, what should I answer, dong?' I wondered if the girl was confused. 'Dih, after all Mama .. why also every day cook this illegal food, anyway? Jesus never ate pork. Why do we consume His people?'

Forced for that moment, little by little Hanna stuffed the food on the plate into her mouth. 

'Yes, Allah .. Sorry Hanna, yes? Today Hanna violated your prohibition. What's wrong, dong? Hanna confused what to do, try, now?'

Finally ….

"Hanna ate in the room, Pa-Ma. Sorry, yes. Excuse me," Johanna said, bringing her many remaining plates to her bedroom.

"Han! Hanna!" call Mama Lilian, but not hounded by the girl. 

"Hanna why the hell, Ma? Lately he likes strange behavior," said Papa Jonathan with a frown.

"Don't know, Pa," replied Mama Lilian. Just thinking, then asked back, "Is she in love again, huh?"

Papa Jonathan gawking. "What is the same relationship as falling in love?" tanyanya.

"Usually .. girls fall in love again, just like Hanna's behavior."

"Emang Mama ever fuss?"

"hey are. It was a time when Mom fell in love with Papa."

"Smatch! Womb!"

"Eh, really!" mama Lilian's toilet. "The client was hanging out in the room, alone, ngunki the door, ogah everywhere. Sampe-sampe .. eat also want to be alone."

"Kok, 'that?"

"Yaaa .. 'how, huh? Anyway, it's uncomfortable if there are people who care," said Mama Lilian back. "The point .. is exactly like Hanna's behavior, huh!"

"Ah, Andrew is not like 'that," said Andrew also chimed. "Have a crush. Eating business anyway, cuek. Where can it too. Beaah!"

"Hus, you're a boy. Make up!" mama Lilian's Protest.

"Their?"

"Ask your father, no!"

"Ha-ha-ha!" 

Papa Jonathan nodded loudly. Then with his son, he invited to speak in another room. Mama Lilian is left alone. Sitting pensively and occasionally looking towards the room of her virgin daughter, Johanna.

'There's no way Hanna's in love, ' whispered the old woman's heart. 'He seemed to be picking up something from us. But ... ah, how come this mind just goes there, huh? Is it possible, 'that?'

Mama Lilian sighed.

'Rarely invited to the Church, room doors are often locked at certain times, and. What is possible ... it's the characteristics of ….'

"Yes, my Lord ..." complained Mama Lilian as she held the hands together in a locking position, placed them just under her chin, then closed her eyelids. "Please protect my family, Lord. Whatever happens, it's all of your will. Amen."

At that moment, it suddenly sounded like the voice of a person who was vomiting.

"Ooeekk!"

"Hanna?"

Mama Lilian immediately hunted down her daughter's room.

...SERIATE...