HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
142. Shower Again
Hanaria blinked her eyes. The morning sunlight peeked out from behind the glass window that his curtains had opened instantly dazzled the eyes of Hanaria who had just woken up. He glanced beside himself lying down, there was no one there, empty. He was stunned while circulating his gaze, when he realized where he was now.
Hanaria swept the entire corner of the bedroom which was quite spacious many times from her bedroom which was in her house and which was arranged, with white paint combined with gold.
His gaze stopped on the wedding photo of himself and the giant Willy was already neatly attached to the wall of the spacious room.
Hanaria had noticed for a moment the picture of herself and Willy, there was a little bit of a subtle pounding against her heart when she realized that she had become a wife.
To be honest, this was still like a dream for Hanaria. How could he marry a man who did not love him and vice versa. They often quarreled when they met before marriage, and now must always be together.
Chequek!
Hanaria turned to the source of the voice, where Willy came out of the bathroom wagging his wet hair, and only used a towel that covered his waist to his knees.
Hanaria could not take her eyes off, she realized that if her husband always looked more charming every time he finished bathing, she had been watching him for the past three days after they got married.
"You just woke up?" willy asked as he passed by Hanaria towards the wardrobe.
"Yes" said Hanaria briefly.
"Where are we now?" hanaria asked, she was still sitting on her bed. Unknowingly letting Willy choose his own clothes instead of in the closet should have been his duty as a wife.
"In our family's old house" Willy said.
"Old house?" Hanaria scrunched her forehead, feeling strange as the old house by her husband that sounded creepy.
"Yes old house, Agatsa family house. The house that the late opa built with the oma." explains Willy. He brought the clothes he had chosen from the wardrobe to the bed where Hanaria was and held them there.
"Who lives here?" asked Hanaria wanting to know.
"There's Oma, there's mommy and daddy, and there's the waiters" Willy said.
"Then you, sister-in-law, twin sister-in-law, why don't you stay here too?" hanaria asked when she heard that only her grandmother and her parents lived in the house.
"Billy's sister lives more in the official house because of her duties, while Mariana and Malizha, they live with Morgan's grandfather and grandmother, mommy's parents who live in Singapore, just like uncle Harry and aunt Margaret." - Willy.
"And I, live in my apartment." he asked again.
Hanaria nodded her head hearing her husband's explanation.
"Hand, we'll be downstairs for breakfast together soon" said Willy looking at Hanaria.
Hanaria was still staring at her husband's collar, she wasn't focusing on Willy's speech, she was not, because now he is thinking about the family of Willy's side that no one of his children who live in the house with his two masters.
"Hana? Hannah?!" call Willy as he sees Hanaria still staring at him with a look of laughter.
Willy followed Hanaria's gaze which had not turned her eyes on her, there might be something strange or strange on her part of the body, she thought.
"There's nothing wrong" Willy said, looking at some of the parts of his body he could see.
"Hana," called Willy again, but Hanaria still did not listen, making Willy wonder what his wife was seeing or thinking when she looked at him.
Willy, who is usually a hobby of flirting with others, immediately smiled to himself when his nosy idea just popped into his head, then prepared to do the action.
"LUSTY!" instantly, Hanaria instantly pulled her blanket over her entire body to her head and hid inside.
"Just throw my towel away" Willy said, holding back his captivity, looking at Hanaria's expected expression.
"Hurry up, put that towel on again!" hanaria's orders were irritated by Willy's nosy demeanor that early.
"No, you're pretending you don't want to see. Haven't you been staring at my body with that admiration?" said Willy. He was still trying hard to hold back his laughter.
"You, you are indeed a human being of no right mind." grumbled Hanaria. He shuffled from the middle of the bed to the edge.
Brugh.
Hanaria rolled over on the floor in her thick blanket. Willy had no time to help her, Hanaria was back on her feet and quickly got out of the blanket and ran towards the bathroom dragging her thick blanket.
"Hana, you're so funny. I also can't bear to let my precious assets be seen before their time" Willy muttered, letting go of his laughter as Hanaria had locked herself in the bathroom. He was not really plain, but still used his CD when deliberately tossing his towel in front of Hanaria.
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Hanaria, peeking out from behind the bathroom door she opened a little, found Willy well-dressed, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and his slippery cloth pants, sitting on a sofa near the door to the balcony and reading the newspaper in his hand.
"You done yet?" willy asked, he placed the newspaper he was holding on the table, when he saw Hanaria coming out of the bathroom and still using her thick blanket.
"Already" said Hanaria briefly. He headed for his suitcase next to the wardrobe with Willy's suitcase.
"What are you doing?" Ask Willy.
"Of course take my clothes from inside this suitcase" said Hanaria who was pulling the zipper of her suitcase.
"Don't" barred Willy as he moved from his seat to the neatly covered wardrobe and opened it.
"Why?" hanaria asked while looking at Willy who was in front of the wardrobe next to her.
"It's all your clothes, mommy's already got them in this closet. So as long as you're in this house, you have to put on what's here." said Willy, pulling Hanaria's hand over her so she could see the contents of her wardrobe.
"Akh!" Hanaria had almost fallen if Willy had not caught her immediately because of her tripped legs when Willy pulled her hand which was holding tightly to the blanket that covered her body.
"You still stink, the smell of this sleeping blanket," Willy sniffed his nose at Hanaria's nape, making his wife feel offended.
"But I've taken a shower!" hanaria ketus protest.
"Don't talk to me anymore. I just want you to smell, not smell the blanket. I don't like women who don't smell good let alone my wife" Willy flatly told Hanaria who was still in her embrace.
"Pardon me" said Hanaria lirih. She did not really intend to sniff at her husband.
"I'm sorry. And I'm one of those men who doesn't like to hear his wife who likes ketus and gas when talking to her husband" Willy said flatly but sternly in Hanaria's ear.
"Once again, forgive me," Hanaria said again in a soft voice.
"I'm sorry to you too, forgot to give you a towel when you went into the bathroom earlier." Willy released his embrace from Hanaria's body which was already standing in balance before him.
"Here's your towel, can you take another bath, so that the smell of the blanket doesn't stick to your body?" willy said with a softening of his voice. He handed Hanaria a towel, which he took from the wardrobe in front of them.
"Eum," Hanaria nodded, then received the towel Willy had propped up on her, and obediently made her way to the bathroom again.
"Smart wife" Willy said with a smile.