My husband Seleb Hits
My fiance

Hanna was holding a bouquet of flowers from the wedding. Hanna held the car door handle and was about to get out, she had already arrived in front of the fence of her house. Not yet Rayyan opened the car door, Hanna was out with watery eyes.

"Han...kamu why,?" rayyan asked astonished at Hanna's tears. Hanna shook her head without saying a reply. "Han...You're okay, right? you're not sick, are you,?" Rayyan. Hanna nodded. This makes Rayyan wonder, so what makes Hanna cry? was he wrong with Hanna.

"Han..," Rayyan held Hanna's hand which was still holding the bouquet.

"Am I dreaming, then,?" hanna asked, wiping her tears with her left hand.  Rayyan took Hanna's hand and invited her in first, at least they weren't on the street while chatting with this state of affairs. And now they're on Hanna's porch.

Rayyan held onto Hanna's shoulder, then moved closer to her body, gently hugging her. I don't know what Hanna is feeling, she wants to calm down.

"Thank you for loving me" Hanna said as she broke her tears. Rayyan still stroked Hanna's back. No words have slid from her lips, for her Hanna's speech is too excessive, as if Hanna is not worthy of being loved by her.

"We both find each other, and we have to be happy" Rayyan finally replied. Slowly Hanna pulled her body, not caring about her now messy face, she ventured to look at Rayyan. That handsome, cool, real face was in front of him. If for years he idolized and only spoke seriously in front of his poster, now the creature was real in front of him. And just proposed to him.

Hanna closed her eyes slowly before looking back at the beauty that was in front of her.

"If father was still around, surely he would be one of the happy people today,"

Rayyan nodded, This is one of the dreams of Hanna's father, how she wants Rayyan and Hanna to unite in a real life, not just a contract.

"Dad must be happy" Rayyan replied.

"No, we shouldn't have mellowed like this" Hanna tried to smile, she took a breath and threw out her sense of dread. Actually what he felt was moved, just that a lot of what he thought made him think of his father that made him sad.

"Well that's it," Rayyan flicked Hanna's nose. Hanna smiled.

"Em...what after this will I really be pursued by journalists,?" hanna asked in a half-joking tone. "Ah it's a hassle to have a girlfriend of a famous artist," Hanna fluttered her bangs that somehow shaped her. Rayyan smiled and fixed Hanna's bangs.

"Say it out loud, and say that you're not afraid of anything" Rayyan ordered santi.

"You're really not afraid of your career dim gegara have a girlfriend from among the like me,?"

Rayyan let out a long sigh, "I've said many times, I'm not afraid of anything Han, it's enough that I'm in the artist's world even if it's going to dim, the wheel is spinning, isn't it,?" Rayyan turned the question around.

Hanna nodded, "Yes.yes...,"

"So from now on, be fine.don't be naughty," Rayyan rubbed Hanna's head.

"Am I ever naughty, huh,?" Hanna asked. Because he felt all along he was fine, there was no mischievousness, or just because he was in the same umbrella as Farel it was a delinquent?.

"Reverse, because here what is widely known is you, many fans, so..." Hanna did not continue her sentence.

"Here you go, Miss Hanna, because it's night, and you have to rest, come back to work tomorrow, and enjoy the busy days," Rayyan smiled meaningfully. Hanna knew her point, surely this would be related to the news that would appear.

"Yes.yes, you go back first, I go in after you come home" Hanna laughed, gently driving Rayyan away.

"Lt...,"

"Jeez.dipusir here,"

"He em."

"Yes," Rayyan approached and dyed Hanna's forehead with lightning, so that Hanna could not escape.

"Ih cheated," Hanna held her forehead, while Rayyan had already run almost to the gate of Hanna, her face was flattering because she had already managed to prank Hanna. Hanna sees Rayyan get in the car, she is still staring at the porch waiting until Rayyan passes.

        ***

The morning sun shines brightly, although usually later some afternoon turns into cloudy, even heavy rain. Hanna had already climbed up on the mojor kang ojol quietly and peacefully towards the office. For 2 days he did not come home on his motorcycle. And how the fate of the motor that is said to be damaged.

Not long after the motorcycle arrived at the office, Hanna went down and handed over her helmet and paid the fare. Hanna walked into the office while fixing her somewhat messy hair after removing the helmet.

"Eh.mbak Hanna..," said a few employees whom he did not even know before. Hanna who felt greeted was reluctant to put on a jutek face, so she threw her sweet smile.

"That's romantic," said another. Hanna again smiled sweetly, more precisely sweetened. This is what Rayyan meant yesterday, shindig.

Hanna managed to get into her room after several times dismissed by some employees who were spoiled with news of Hanna's romantic proposal. Some consider it a prank, a gimmick, even a reality show. Ah whatever it is, Hanna doesn't care, even she's happy if they assume it's not the real thing.

A helping hand hung in the air, right in front of Hanna. Hanna who had just turned on the computer screen immediately looked up at the owner of the hand.

"Sir..," Hanna greeted Farel, the owner of the helping hand. Hanna hesitantly welcomes Farel's hand without knowing his previous intentions.

"Congratulations on his proposal" Farel's smile expanded.

"Eh.te.thank you, sir," replied Hanna, feeling where Farel knew. Their hands were no longer shaking, and Farel was at his desk not far from Hanna's.

"O yes Han, your bike is ready," Farel opened a map and checked it.

"Oh...ah what sir,?" Hanna seems to lack focus.

"Your bad motor yesterday is done,"

"Can't you sir,?" ask Hanna.

Farel smiled, "Yes, it was brought to the workshop yesterday afternoon with the office person, so you can drive it later when you go home,"

Alah, this makes Hanna more confused with the kind-hearted Mr. Farel.

"You're really bothering.thank you, sir,"

"No hassle, people are not me unloading the machine," Farel chuckled. They spoke from their seats. If only he could choose, he wanted to work comfortably in a different room with Farel. Because this really makes him uncomfortable and clumsy. Farel smiled slightly as he watched Hanna who was back in focus on her computer screen. While Hanna was actually just pretending to focus, working one space with Farel made her less free, for some reason