A Mistake

A Mistake
Lunch


"Sister Hans....! Brother Hans why did I leave him?"


"Astaghfirullah.duh sori-sori brother forgot that brother came here with you... Here and there.get here.." said Hans as he patted his eel.


While from the time Hanna called Hans earlier, Dira had already observed Hanna's presence being passed between by Agni. It was as if he was remembering something.


"Wait..wait...this beautiful girl who's my mom?" ask Dira blatantly.


"Why? Jealousy huh?" hans said as he grabbed Dira's body to embrace her.


"Aish.don't look for opportunities in narrowness huh..." Dira also broke away from Hans' embrace.


"Ha ha ha..."


"I'm sorry.it looks like we've met before..but when and where?"


"He he he...Did Dira forget? We met a year ago when I was going to buy flowers but my purse is pickled in angkot..."


"Ah yaaa..kamu the girl who was crying in front of my shop because she was scolded by the angkot conductor right?"


"Yes-iya.happy because Kak Dira still remembers me... So this Dira sister-in-law is my sister-in-law candidate yes.duuh happy..."


Hanna immediately rushed into Dira's arms.


"So you're Mas Hans' sister?"


Hanna nodded then hugged Dira again.


Chats eventually flow between the two, telling them about the past and about their activities in the present. They had unintentionally ignored Hans's existence there.


"Ehem...hem..want until when will you ignore me?" hans asked finally after seeing Hanna and Dira completely disregarding her.


"I'm sorry." said the two together in the follow-up with a laugh of those who are also together.


"What would you like to drink? Or want to eat?"


"Sister I lapeeerrr..."


"Akh ya...kamu have not had lunch yes..ini is already 2 pm again....what do you want to eat? Want Kak Dira masakin or want Kak Dira pesenin something?"


"Heh, you were drinking, but at the end of the day you were talking to Hanna again...Tau just dicuekin, so I did not bring Hanna here" said Hans upset.


"Dwelling...Sis Hans jealousy indiscriminate.every sister is also jealous.he he he.." ledek Hanna.


"Well, I'm sorry, om.now what to drink.he he he..." Dira also followed Hanna nggeledek Hans and Dira and Hanna also laughed mocked Hans who was sulking.


"What did you say? Again you call 'om', I kiss you right now..."


"Iih perverted basis.so want to be made to drink what this is..."


"No need.you just change your clothes and we continue to look for food outside..."


"Yeeaaa.asik we walk three.." cried Hanna like a child.


Dira smiled at Hanna's behavior, while rubbing the top of Hanna's head then Dira went into her room to change clothes.


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Hans' Pajero Sport car entered the parking lot of a mall and shortly after parking his car, the three of them entered the magnificent building.


"Hallo.mau reports madam...Mr. Hans entered the Pearl Mall with the two women whose pictures I had sent earlier." reported a man who had apparently been spying on Hans since.


"Continue watching to know where they're going.I'll be there soon." said one woman who was called the mistress by the man.


'Br******k..how dare the cheap chick break the promise. Want to play you same me.wait aja.what can I do.' said the woman in her heart.


Dira, Hanna and Hans are entering a restaurant at the mall for lunch. Hans seemed wryly alert, he already knew that ever since he left his office there was someone following him.


"Mas..want to eat what?" asked Dira, but apparently Hans did not hear Dira's question, because he was busy looking to the right and to the left.


"Mas...mas why the hell?"


"Eeh what? Why-why?" hans asked nervously.


"In asked why even behind the nanya.." grumbled Dira.


"Oh.sori dear again less consent.he he he he..."


"Darling..honey..since when do people call me dear?"


"Yes from now on and forever.he he he he..."


"Huu...Brother Hans is a romantic snob." said Hanna as she pursed her lips.


"O yes Brother Dira...Kak Dira is the future wife of Kak Hans.kok many times Hanna heard the brother mention to himself, I...my.doesn't sound cool to know, it feels strange.kayak just like his master aja..."


"Well, Hanna said, today call yourself 'me'..don't 'me...."


"But I've never protested before..."


"Actually my ears are uncomfortable too.but I don't want to be told later a lot of chatter.he he he he..."


"Anything from now on can't say me anymore..let you guys get closer...okay?"


"Yes.karna you ask, I will not follow..."


"Yeeaa...Brother Dira is good... But by the way now I'm a lapeeeer.." whine Hanna like a child.


"Mas and Hanna can order first, my gun is the same as Hanna... Excuse me for the restroom first." said Dira.


"Yes..."


Dira walked towards the quiet looking toilet mall. Dira was washing his hands in the sink when someone suddenly walked in and pulled his body and then put his body on the wall of the restroom.


"Eh..."


And...'Plaaak.' A hard slap grabbed Dira's cheek.


"Argh..."


"Based on hypocritical women, liar women... Yesterday you said you weren't interested in Hans but why now you're sticking with him. Lu also began to dare to approach his sister... You mean what?"


Jessica held Dira's chin with half a press, making Dira slightly grimace in pain.


"I.i.m..."


"I told you to stay away from Hans ya farin Hans.." said Jessica while removing the handle on Dira's chin violently.


"Argh.." shouted Dira restrained because he did not want to cause a commotion.


"Once again I remember you.don't ever approach Hans again..."


Jessica pushed Dira's body until the tiny body hit the wall, then she left the bathroom.


After Jessica died, Dira's body leaning against the wall slumped down until she sat on the cold bathroom floor. His eyes dimly looked far ahead, while his tears flowed nonstop and without a sound. Dirigated for the second time.


'How long did you think and my feelings were also suddenly so bad.' bathin Hans.


"Han..kakak stay to the toilet for a while, followed by Kak Dira. He wasn't going back and forth..."


"Yes.ngapain anyway Kak Dira did not go back and forth to our table..."


Hans stood up and walked to the restroom.


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