Love Johanna
Section 7
...LOVE JOHANNA...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 7...
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“Hanna chose another different belief,” said Hanna began to speak honestly, “ without telling or asking permission from Mama and Papa.”
Suddenly her mother's heart was racing as soon as she heard Hanna's words just now. But he is still trying to stay calm and be patient. “How long have you been hiding it from us, son?” ask her back while enduring the pain in the heart.
Answer Hanna between his sobs and his mother's warm embrace, “Newly a few months ago, Ma.”
“How long?”
“Nearly half-yearly, Ma.”
“Ya, Lord ...” said Mama Hanna while moaning. “For that long you lied to Mama, Johanna?”
“Maafin Hanna, Ma,” timpal the girl, then let go of her embrace. Nanar he looked into the eyes of that beloved figure for a long time. “Hanna fear.”
“Why?”
“Hanna was afraid that until Mama and Papa knew, it would be like this, Ma,” Hanna replied back with a trembling voice.
The old woman took a deep breath. “Mama Means .. because of the man, ‘kan?”
“Leaki?”
“Honestly same Mama, Johanna,” said Mama Hanna Pilu. “Mama has known about your relationship with that man for a long time. What's his name, huh? Mama forgot—“
“Reychan?”
“Hhmmm,” deham mama accompanied by sour look. “He who wants you to change like this right now, son?”
The girl turned her eyes to the corner of the room. Somehow, considering the figure of the man he had loved, the pain he still felt now, as if back to tear the width of the deepest wound in the heart.
Hanna said later, “At first, ... Hanna chose this way, because of her, Ma.”
“Terus?”
The girl continued saying, “But .. precisely because of that choice, over time ... Hanna was like finding something new and often became the fruit of Hanna's previous question.”
“You mean?”
Hanna turned her head back to face the mother.
“Hanna has long been interested in getting to know more closely the source of this new Hanna belief, Ma.”
“Ya, Lord ...”
“Hanna's closeness with Reychan, it's like opening up that desire is getting closer. Until then ...” Hanna grabbed her mother's hand gently. “ ... Unbeknownst to him, Mama, Papa, or Andrew ... Hanna decided to convert, Ma.”
“Moreover, Hanna?” mama Hanna asked as if she had not trusted the words of her daughter. “Because of those things too, all this time you always reasoned to refuse to go to prayer with us?”
Hanna bowed listlessly.
“Maafin Hanna, Ma,” said the girl shrieked. “Hanna does not mean mama or Papa.”
The conversation between mother and child towards that night, was not completed. The presence of the Papa in a rude way, which broke down the door of the room, became a big sign that it was the last day of Hanna's togetherness in the midst of her family.
The old man was no longer able to withstand the emotional urge. He kicked Hanna out of the house that second as well.
“Pa, be patient, Pa,” screams Mama Hanna while holding back her husband who is dragging Hanna to get out of the house immediately.
“This was due to your mistake too, Ma!” the old man accused again accompanied by a glint of wrath. “You have neglected to watch the children until he is affected by the same unclear man!”
“Iya, I realize that now, Pa,” roared the Mama begging for her husband's mercy. “But at will, give your child a chance to think and change back, Pa. Not in this way. I beg you, Pa.”
“Papaaa!” Hanna screamed and thrashed. “Sorry Hanna, Paaa!”
“Now!”
“Mamaaa!” hanna called her mother.
“Please offin Hanna, Pa,” yells back Mama Hanna cuckles. “Please our son, Paaa!”
Answer the old man increasingly fierce, “No! He must leave this house and do not try to go home before returning to his original belief! Understand?”
“Papaaa!”
“As long as you persist with your new religion, don't call me your Papa, Johanna! Remember that! Go out there and hang out with your fellow jerks now!”
“Papaa! Pardon, Papaaa!”
“Please our son, Paaa! Poor him!”
“What do I need to feel sorry for a child like him, huh?! He is no longer a servant of our Lord! I hate this kid!”
“Papaaa!”
“Go now or I kill now you, Johanna!”
“Papaaa!”
Mom Hanna's voice vanished. The figure of the old woman fell down and was unconscious on the spot. Papa's reflexes release his clasped hands on Hanna's arms, then push the girl's rough body out of the house, and continue to hunt his wife in panic.
“Mamaaa!” hanna yelled bitterly outside the house while pounding on the door that had been locked tightly.
Among the three people, only the figure of Andrew who looks silently watching his brother dragged roughly since from inside the room. He was unable to do much, knowing full well what consequences would be received if he tried to help Hanna and her mother from the Papa.
“Hurry help Papa get your mom to the room, Andrew!” the old man panicked at his second child.
Andrew looked confused. Worrying between having to immediately help carry her mother with Hanna's condition outside the house.
“Kak Hanna ...” murmured Andrew also felt sad.
“Andrew, fast!”
“I-iya, Pa! I-iya!”
While Hanna was still banging on the door accompanied by a heartbreaking cry. “Papaaa .. open the door, Pa! Hanna apologise!” the girl continued non-stop. “Andreeww! Andreeewww .. please Brother, Deekkk!”
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Johanna was confused as to where to go that night. Under a speck of rain and a gust of cold wind, the girl walked while sobbing miserably, down the sidewalk of the road that began to be quiet. There are only a few vehicles passing through and no indifference. It also does not exceed the count of fingers on both hands. While the mukena cloth worn since the end of performing the prayer of Isya earlier, still wrapped damp wrap around the body. No doubt, if there was someone who saw it, maybe their view would not have expected that it was a human figure.
Repeatedly swinging aimlessly, Johanna flinch for a moment while circling the view. Looking around and looking forward to meeting someone around the place. But the result remains the same. None were visible. Perhaps almost all the inhabitants of the earth prefer to fall asleep, rather than harmonizing with nature that is less friendly.
‘Yes, Lord .. Where am I going tonight?’ the girl with narrow eyes was sad. ‘While the family home was far from the eye pelupuk.’
As her thoughts and dead ends work, Johanna recalls that the only place she could go for a while that night was the mosque. A place of hope to simply shelter, while stirring the snare of suffering that is now being felt. ‘Why don't I try to take refuge there. Isn't that one of God's houses? At least while waiting until dawn tomorrow and continue my journey to the house of Aunt Chika.’
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