Love Johanna
Section 64

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 64...

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The conversation between Johanna and Bu Tejo came to a halt, as soon as a teenager appeared between them.

"Hello, Ilham," said Johanna. "Assalamu'alaikum, Grandpa."

Ilham, the only child of Bu Tejo puppet, momentarily glued. He stood with two large plastic bags in his left and right hands, staring at the figure of the girl with narrow eyes.

"Sir Hana?" his murmur was accompanied by a smile that was out splitting his cheek line. "Wa'alaikum Salaam, Brother."

In a hurry he put the two packages near his mother's trading table, then approached Johanna to shake hands. His eyes glowed, as if so happy that he felt he could meet the girl again.

"Where are you going? Why disappear, brother?" tanya Ilham after kissing the reverence of the back of Johanna's hand.

"No need first, Deck. Family business" replied Johanna with a sweet smile. "Dek Ilham is healthy, right?"

"Alhamdulillah, Brother," replied Ilham did not want to take a second to look at Johanna's face. "Ilham felt very lost Brother. Kirain Hanna won't be back here."

"It's proof, brother's here again, isn't it?" timpal girl was very happy because missed by figures like Bu Tejo and Ilham.

Ilham smiled again. This made her mother feel her own happiness. "Alhamdulillah ..." said Bu Tejo more cheerful. "Finally, this handsome mother's son, was willing to smile again. You must be missing too, same Neng Hanna, Ham?" tanyanya mengemark Ilham.

The teenager smiled broadly, then looked embarrassed. There is a red color running all over the face. Either because of the hot weather or indeed he felt clumsy to meet Johanna.

"Dek Ilham still wants to help Mother, right, as long as Brother Hanna just leaves?" Johanna tried to shift the atmosphere so pay attention to the attitude of Inspiration.

Reply again to the boy, "God willing, Brother. Inspiration is getting used to helping Mom, really. 'Kan, it's all at Brother's request."

"Loh, not because of Brother, dong," elak Johanna. "Dek Ilham lasain it because of Adek's own intention. Together with a sense of sincerity and duty filial with parents."

Inspiration nodded immediately. "Yes, Brother. Anyway, whatever you ask, Ilham will definitely want to recite, really," he looked excited.

"Ah, this Adek can be," as always Johanna so feel bad for her mother, Bu Tejo. "By the way, have you prayed Dzuhur Belom?"

Ilham.

"Tuh, 'kaannn? Belom time, anyway?" Johanna pretended to scowl. "Udah, pray first there, huh?"

"Yes, Brother," said Ilham immediately rushed into the room and briefly then came out again while carrying a glove and a scabbard head.

For a moment the teenager looked at Johanna, smiled, then immediately went to the nearest Musala.

"Alhamdulillah, Inspiration is good again, Neng," said Bu Tejo after Ilham moved away from the existence of both of them. "Yes, if dyingetin pray, he likes to snack, Neng. There's a reason."

"Kok, can you, ma'am?" Johanna.

"Don't know, Neng. But if it's just like Hanna Kayak, how come she's straight up, huh?"

"Maybe a momentary reaction, Mom. Understandably, teenagers are like that, their emotions are often unstable" Johanna said. "The church is again in transition. Still searching for himself."

"Oohh .. 'that's it, huh?"

"It could be, too, perhaps .. The inspiration was obsessed with. This is it, probably, huh? You see, that Inspiration is not an only child, Mom? He-he-he."

"What was the wedding, what age, Mom?" ask Johanna kepo. She replied directly to Bu Tejo while remembering, "I married it when I was thirty years old, Neng. You can get pregnant after seven years of marriage. Yes, that is .. the Inspiration. Keep wanting more, giggly. Inspiration is still small and my age already wants a four head. Yeah, 'that's the end of it. .. We'd rather have one kid than I'd risk a lot."

"Oohhh …."

"Ideally, if for women anyway, if you want to marry it .. do not squeeze into the age of three heads. Berabe will have children."

"What age is it good, Mom?"

"Yaaa, if it is a suggestion anyway, ideally for the woman around the age of twenties, continue if the man. So it's good, the fitnya already want to be old, the child is already on big. Thank you for having a grandchild. Hi-hi-hi."

"He-he-he."

"Well, try me .. the age is so old, the child is still Junior High. Boro-boro has grandchildren. Still long. Hi-hi."

"But marriage is not just a matter of doang descent, ma'am. Our mental readiness also needs to be looked at. If you are still young, are you ready financially, if not? You want to be given what family will be. Moreover, the cost of living is the same cost of education for children today, not a little. Expensive again."

"That's the problem. People are more concerned with the size of the cost. Not quality. Many parents put more emphasis on formal education, but not many think that the most important education for the child is precisely from his own family."

Johanna. There is also a point what Bu Tejo said, he thought. The present age is like that. Leave the education of children in an institution so that the child is expected to be better, but many parents also set aside the obligation to educate their children. Especially among women who incidentally as the most common figure together the baby, rather than the man.

Suddenly Johanan recalled Reychan's expression back then; "The wife was a madrasah or school for children while at home. While the husband is also a guide for his children. If a husband succeeds in educating his wife, God willing."

So all the elements and parties in a household system is like a food chain.

"A man, a priest or leader for his family, is required to seek more knowledge. If a wife has more roles and composition than a husband, it is vulnerable to internal conflicts."

"For example, when the wife makes a mistake, but the husband is not able to help straighten. Then the mistake for the mistake made without the alignment, over time will turn into justification. Finally, it becomes a habit or culture that is no longer considered a mistake."

"Example civilized error is the problem of women's hair. Some consider it sinful and choose to obey the rules of religion. Then hijab. But the rest, realize it is a mistake but not coupled with the act of self-change. At first take lightly the sin, then long time even get used to it and assume it is no longer a sin. Finally not hijab. Do sins, but do not feel sinful."

The hijab? The hijab?

Johanna rubbed her hair straight until it almost touched her back.

'Yes, Allah .. means all this time I—'

"So, Neng, if I think," concluded Bu Tejo while patting Johanna's arm.

"Huh? What is it, Mom?" ask the girl.

"Well, I just talked at length, Neng Hanna is not horrified?"

"I was horrified, Mom, but my mind went everywhere. I'm sorry, Mom."

Ms. Tejo smiled to herself. Then asked teasingly, "Hhmmm, surely Neng Hanna is thinking of getting married young, huh?"

"Ah, this mother is-there," said Johanna timidly.

Timpal Bu Tejo quickly, "Makanya, once there is a chance for marriage, no longer delayed, Neng. The reason is because career, work, enjoy youth, seek experience, and so on." The fat-bodied old woman took a breath for a moment. "Career, work, and real experience for the woman is actually after marriage, married."

'Married?' thought Johanna was back daydreaming. 'Even for college now, I'm still being helped by Mas Ravi. Do not know if to release myself from her bud, is Mama able to take me to finish undergoing this education period? While there is still Andrew who later will both require costs anyway.'

'Don't know ... how will I repay Mas Ravi's kindness?'

Until the girl was willing to check the rented room, her mind was still filled with similar thoughts. About the feeling that arises slowly and secretly will the figure of the man. Obviously, he is not a single man. What if Ravi's wife knew that her husband was often with another woman, Johanna.

...SERIATE...