Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
The Imperfect Perfection

I think it was the right decision for me to use a new simcard for my new phone and keep it a secret from Kak Sanjeev for a while. I don't want him to babble me because I haven't told him anything since yesterday. Moreover, I did not give a sample photo of instant seasoning products from Mahesvara's home kitchen.

Not wanting to hear the long chatter when I activated my old simcard, I just contacted Kak Sanjeev via whatsapp message, and ignored all incoming messages from him that contained anger, as well as worry in between. So stupid, just a whatsapp message I sent him to make himself not think about me. Yep, right now I'm playing with two parties: Brother Sanjeev and HansH. But how else, I want the two to be able to accept each other and love each other as brothers, not as enemies. So I have to take my own steps.

And I started writing messages.

》 I'm alive, thank you Brother for this news? I've almost died since I first met HansH as Alisah. Someone accidentally hit me with a motorbike until I ended up in the hospital. And yesterday, I was deliberately pushed by Sheveni into the pool. Luckily HansH had saved my life, otherwise Brother would not even be able to cremate my body with Brother's own hands. Now that I'm scared, my life continues to be overshadowed by death. And Brother, Brother is not here. I no longer had an older brother who was always there and was on standby to protect me. But I don't think Brother will care. I die too maybe Brother won't care. If not, you should have taken me away from here. I'm sorry to give you the news but it's not good news. I'm sorry if I let you down. And yeah, my phone's broken. This is me deliberately borrowing the servant's phone to activate my number so that I can give news to Brother. I'm gonna try to get out of this house this weekend. Anyhow I'll be at Cannock Chase. Meet me if you still care about me and take me away from this deadly circle. Thanks, if you still care.

Whatsapp-ku sent. No matter what Kak Sanjeev's reaction to reading it, I hope he will believe in all my hardships and sorrows so that we can meet without me having to accept all his chatter. I want to meet him in the state he pours his affection on me like all this time. He is my brother and I am his sister. We're brothers.

May you come to see me, at least with a little care for me. Please, Brother. I beg.

Geck! Geck!

"Active?"

Hansa?

I hurriedly removed my old simcard from my new phone, put it back on my old phone and immediately put the phone in my handbag, then I went up and opened the door.

"Hi." HansH's charming smile was etched beautifully in front of his face. "Surprise to you" he said as he walked into the pavilion I occupied.

My forehead shrinks. "Whatis that? Photo frame?" my many.

I immediately remembered HansH's promise yesterday. It must be a picture frame of both of Alisah's parents, I thought. And I was suddenly at a loss as to how I should respond to this: showing my impossible enthusiasm would come out naturally from the bottom of my heart.

"Taraaaa...." HansH tore off the wrapping paper and the photo was plastered in front of me. "This is the last photo of Lebaran we can gather with them. The perfect photo. It's perfect"

I swallowed spit. It is impossible to be happy to see him, which I am jealous of half-dead.

In front of me, a picture of two women and two men dressed in all white smiling sweetly and very happy. Two women, Alisah and her mother, were sitting on a four-legged chair with no backrest used by a photographer in a photo studio, while behind them her father Alisah and her lover, HansH, were both present, it seemed to fit in the right place: his father was standing behind his mother, and HansH was standing behind Alisah. Perfectly splendidly. Alisah looks very happy in the photo.

But he's not me. That's not my picture. I'm not the one in the picture with HansH.

Hicks! Depressing. I must look at that photo every time I am in this pavilion room. Especially every morning, when I open my eyes, the photo of the man I love will be in front of my eyes, along with other girls.

"Hey, don't cry" said HansH softly. "They're happy up there. You don't have to be sad. Just pray for them every time you miss them. Okay, Honey?"

Hufth. HansH thought I was crying because I missed both of Alisah's parents, or because I saw their photos, which is not really because of that. Rather, because of the fact that I must strengthen my heart because you understand what I mean. I'm not the one in the picture with HansH anyway.

"Dear."

"Emm?"

I'm nodding. "Aamiin..," I said. "May we live happily and age together. Like them."

"Aamiin, honey." HansH hugged me and kissed me on my forehead.

Eh? I'm sober. "You? You took a chance, didn't you?" my protest was to break away from her who hugged me.

HansH chuckles. "Sori, I forgot."

Euw.. that's easy.

"Well, my dear, so now you've got a picture of both of your parents. This is your father and this is your mother." HansH pointed to the photo still leaning on the back of the sofa.

Alisah's father, a fat man, rather short, black and thick mustache. She had a kind smile type despite her whiskers showing an indecision. While her mother, she is a fat and white woman. It is similar to Alisah. And the white veils that covered their heads in the photo, sweetened and clarified their faith status.

"You're beautiful, just like your mother" HansH praised.

I smile. Yeah, maybe, I thought. Maybe that's what my mom is like. Maybe I have the blood of a Pakistani in me. I don't know who my parents are, but it's probably true that I look like him. Beautiful white woman.

"Now let's put this photo on the wall."

HansH took out a small hammer from his pants pocket and a nail and put it on the wall. Exactly on the side where I will be facing when I get off my bed. The photo that will always accompany me welcomes the morning. Perfect.

"Come, sweetie." HansH pulled me in front of the photo, then he stood next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Hi, Dad. Hi, Mom," she said. "I have promised you that I will always make Alisah happy, your daughter, and I will always look after her. I'm sorry I just found it back. But don't worry, I will keep my promise, and I will always keep it. I promise."

Then she turned to me, smiling with teary eyes.

"Thank you" I said.

"I love you, Alisah."

"me too. Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." HansH turned to face me, looking me in the eye intensely. "Say, what do you want?"

I looked down, I closed my eyes for a moment and I said, "I want us to take the latest photo. You and me. Just the two of us. Mr. and Mrs. Hansa Mahesvara. And I want to put it here. Next to this photo. What can?"

"Of course, honey. The Madam's wish is an order to me."

Oh, that's so sweet. I love you, Mr. Hansa. I gave up my life to be your Alisah. Yours forever....