
The man was over 50 years old, his hair was gray, but he looked still dashing. Standing staring at the beach from his room in a high-rise building.
It appears that a woman is opening a Business tabloid sitting on the sofa casually. A man a little younger than the man standing, standing near a large work desk, bearing the headline director, Bpk. Louis Spelled
“So where is my daughter's search?” ask the man who is looking out of the building. Seen waves roll on the beach.
“Sorry Mr. Louis, our people have not managed to find Miss Hanna,” replied the man standing near the table.
“Try you to make missing person announcements all over the country, in various mass media. I want my daughter to be found soon,” said the man, who was called Mr. Louis.
“I heard Bpk. Cristian has written in newspapers in the capital, but until now there has been no sign of the whereabouts of Miss Hanna,” replied the man.
Mr. Louis, turn his body around the man.
“I want to search intensively, I don't care the cost. I don't want the matter to drag on, my daughter has to be found soon. I give you full authority no matter how, if my daughter rebels, you can be tough on her, I just want her back, you understand?” said mr. Louis.
“Good Sir, I understand,” replied the man.
“Where is the proposal? You said there were businessmen from the capital who would build real estate in our area,” said Mr. Louis.
“There is on the table sir,” replied the man.
Mr. Louis went to his desk and sat down in his chair, opening a map in his desk.
“Who is the name of the owner of this company?” Ask Mr. Louis while reading the proposal.
“Pak Damian, a young entrepreneur from a large company in the capital. He invites us to work together for the liberation of land that will be used as real estate,” replied the man who is still bediri.
Mr. Louise seemed to nod in a nod.” You can go” he said. The man turned his back, but then turned again when called Mr. Louis.
“Pak Dodi, tell Ms. Eva, if Mr. Sony comes, tell me directly to my room,” said Mr. Louis.
“Good sir,” replied the man who was called by the name of Mr. Dodi.
The woman who had been sitting on the sofa turned to look at Mr. Louis.
“Pak, where do you think our daughter went? I was so worried about the situation, he left without any money, he got in that passing car, somewhere. What if the car owner is a bad person?” ask the woman.
“That's because you spoiled her too much. So he's unruly and acting up, humiliating us at his wedding, really a self-informed kid!” grumble sir Louis.
“You were too hard on her, maybe she didn't want to marry Cristian, ” said the woman, who was none other than Hanna's mother.
“Don't want to get married how? They were friends from childhood, they dated for years. When he accepted it. Why did the wedding day run away? What exactly does he want? If the boy is found, I'll really lock him up. I don't want his marriage with Cristian to fail again, I'm ashamed of Sony sir, Cristian is also very good, why humiliated like that?” answer to Louis.
“Don't be too hard on her sir, she's our only daughter,” said her mother Hanna.
Looking at her husband's face, she spoke again.
“I miss him so much. Where is he now? I'm so worried,” he said sadly. Mr. Louis didn't say anything more.
Hanna's mother re-opened the tabloid business, which is usually published weekly, behind the tabloid.
“What new tabloids have not yet published?” ask Hanna's mother.
“Stop, I didn't get to read it,” replied Mr. Louis.
Hanna's mother continued to read some articles, suddenly her eyes were fixed on one of the articles of marriage of young entrepreneurs in the capital, named Damian with a woman named Hanna. His heart seemed to stop beating when reading that name but unfortunately there was no name. He saw the photo of the bride is very beautiful. Is she Hanna his daughter? At first glance the photo looks like Hanna, but her makeup makes her look beautiful and pangling.
He read the article again who knows there is the name of his parents. It says Sanjaya and sulastri. Her parents were Hanna, Louis and Astrid. It's not Hanna's daughter. Photographed there is a bridesmaid as well, meaning her parents. It's not Hanna, her daughter.
Mr. Loise took his phone, found someone's contact and called him.
“Ya Uncle,” answered the voice of the man across.
“How are you, Cristian?” ask Mr. Louise.
“Good Uncle,” replied the man who turned out to be Cristian. At that time he was in his room at a star hotel near the beach in Bali, but not the hotel where meeting with Damian. He deliberately chose a room that was really near the beach in a crowded tourist spot, so that he could see closer to the beach from his room.
In her hand was a wedding photo, foro prewednya with Hanna.
“You have any news about Hanna?” ask Mr. Louis.
“But uncle. I've been writing missing persons stories in the capital's newspapers, but no one has contacted me yet. Now I am in Bali,” Cristian replied.
“You're in Bali?” ask Mr. Louis.
“You must have missed him, didn't you?” ask Mr. Louis.
“Iya Uncle, I miss him a lot,” replied Cristian.
“You are patient yes. Uncle's been adding people to look for Hanna. Hopefully he is quickly found,” said Mr. Louis.
Not long after, the phone was closed. Cristian looked back at the photo. The photo of Hanna. He was sad to lose the woman he loved.
Cristian walked to the window, looking at the crowded beach. Suddenly his eyes caught sight of someone who glimpsed like Hanna.
“Hanna! Is that really Hanna?” yells. The woman seemed to be walking while dripping her wide hat, she was walking with a man and another man behind her.
Cristian immediately went into the room, picked up his binoculars and returned to the window, then took his binoculars, looking for a female figure similar to Hanna. But look for it in various angles with the binoculars, there was no woman before, let alone the condition of the beach is very crowded.
He kept his binoculars. Picking up her hanpdhonenya, out of her room. Hurry to the beach to see if the woman is Hanna or not. But after searching here and there he could not find the woman. Cristianpun returned to the hotel disappointed.
Cristian again remembered his wife Damian, why he felt that his wife Damian was Hanna, but the name Hanna was a lot, although in fact her voice resembled Hanna, but ah there is no way Damian's wife is Hanna. Cristian shook his head at everything on his mind.
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Early in the morning Damian had dressed neatly. The car in the yard was being heated, just a few minutes away.
He saw Hanna still sleeping soundly, but now the sun had risen.
Damian sat on the bedside looking at Hanna, then holding her leg.
“Hanna! Hanna! Wake up! We are leaving now,” Damian said as he moved Hanna's feet.
No answer, no move. Damian leaned closer to Hanna, patting her shoulder a few times.
“Hanna! Comeup! We are leaving now,” he said repeatedly.
“I'm still sleepy,” replied Hanna with her eyes closed.
“We will leave , now it is noon,” Damian said, trying to be patient.
“I'm still sleepy, last night you were delirious, I hugged you all night,” Hanna said in her sleep.
Damian was silent, so he was delirious last night and Hanna was still hugging him? He did not remember anything at all, he was only carried away with the woman sleeping curled up by his side like this.
“If you don't wake up, I stay!” threaten Damian's.
“Just leave,” replied Hanna, upsetting Daniam, there's no way he's leaving the woman.
“I can't leave you,” Damian said.
“Then you can carry me,” said Hanna.
“Say me if you want me to carry. I told you not to carry you on,” complained Damian.
“I'm still sleepy, Damian,” said Hanna again, instead pulling the blanket over her face.
Damian took a long breath. It seemed like carrying this woman would be his side job as long as Hanna was still with him. He scratched his non-itchy head.
At noon, he had to find his mother before his mother left his hometown. He glanced at the one who lay down. What will he tell his mother about Hanna? Will he introduce Hanna as his wife? Maybe in another family he could lie, but to his real mother? It seemed like he would not be able to lie, and what would he say to his mother? Her boyfriend? His lover? Wife-to-be? Very disconcerting.
He also went out of the house, opened the rear car door, disbanded open, then returned home with the doors he accidentally opened. Returning to her room, the woman still rolled herself up with a blanket like a cocoon. Nearby was the cocoon and both hands raised Hanna's body rolled up thick blanket, took her out of the room, passed the stairs and the living room, then put in the car. I don't know how many times he lifted the woman's body from his first meeting? The car door was closed.
After calling someone to clean the house and take care of it, he got into the car. Running his car at moderate speed, leaving the house by the beach.
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