HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
148. Beauty Clinic
From another corner of the living room, Firlita's pair of shady eyes, watched all the drama that was inside the living room.
She sees Yurina taking Hanaria to the kitchen after Willy and his sisters leave the family room.
"How happy is it when I am in the position of Hana's sister" murmured Firlita in her heart.
"*Everyone in this house receives it with open arms,"
"And even sweeter, her husband too, loved her very much*," Firlita smiled blandly at the sight of it all.
The path of his life, not as interesting and lucky as his foster brother, was too far apart, as far as the west from the east.
Living alone, do not know where the parents or the closest family. Getting pregnant out of wedlock, then getting married, but not being accepted, either by her husband, or her mother-in-law, is tragic and sad.
Now he was in a big, luxurious and magnificent house, in the midst of the honorable Agatsa family, and they were all so well received. And it was because Hanaria her adoptive sister who was merciful to him, took him, hoping to look after him like her own biological sister.
"Miss Firlita," called Salu's aunt, who was standing near Firlita.
"Iya Bi," said Firlita without looking at aunt Salu, she immediately wiped her tears that fell on her cheeks, not wanting to be seen by the maid of the house.
"It's better for the room lady to rest, miss has been standing here for too long" said aunt Salu politely.
"Yes bi," Firlita then moved with a slow step while holding her distended stomach that was getting heavier and bigger. Aunty followed him from behind patiently, following Firlita's slow steps as if she was already unable to carry herself.
Firlita stopped her steps as she passed through the kitchen, she saw Yurina was teaching Hanaria to arrange the dining table, arrange the spoon, fork, and knife on the serving plate.
Tell the location of the occupants of the big house, ranging from the oldest to the youngest, while sitting together at the family meal table. These and that rules are at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Everything Yurina explained was so detailed to her daughter-in-law.
Firlita again smiled blandly watching all that.
"Miss, are you okay?" salu's aunt asked, when she accidentally saw Firlita wiping her tears with her fingers.
"I, I'm fine Bi," said Firlita stammering.
"I'm sorry miss, I see it looks like the lady is sad?" said aunt Salu ventured, but remained polite.
"Well-clean? No Aunty, I was happy, the atmosphere was so comfortable in this house, everyone accepted and loved each other" said Firlita stammered, trying to hide the feelings of his heart that was broken because of the misfortune of his life that was not as lucky as the people in the big house.
Aunt Salu did not ask any more, she just nodded her head, because what came out of Firlita's mouth was nothing like her body language.
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Willy opened the car door next to Hanaria. Without Hanaria's prior permission, Willy immediately linked his fingers to Hanaria's fingers to join hands.
"Does it have to be like this?" ask the real Hanaria who was starting to like being treated that way by Willy.
"Yes, so that the people who are here know that you and I are husband and wife." said Willy, then closed the car door, after taking Hanaria out of it.
"Wasn't the one who put us up for our wedding the other day were Mexan's mistress and her employees, so they certainly knew that we were spouses," sahut Hanaria felt that her husband's words made no sense.
"That's right, Hana, but we're not going to Mexan's mistress, but there, Mexan's beauty clinic, '" pointed Willy to a building next to Mexan's salon.
Hanaria directed her gaze at the direction that Willy pointed at.
"Can you not, you break your protesting habit, be a sweet and obedient wife?" whispered Willy in his ear, making Hanaria goosebumps feel the hot breath from her husband's mouth.
"Hit?" hanaria asked in a mocking tone, Willy's words seemed to tickle her heart.
"Yes, sulking" Willy said with a face made serious.
"I don't think you know how to sulk. The proof is that you always try to stick to me so that our marriage happens," said Hanaria, who only intends to be alone.
"Oh-, you intentionally offended your husband, so you really want to make me sulk, alright," said Willy flatly, but his hand was not willing to release his grip on Hanaria's fingers.
Without speaking, Willy pulled Hanaria's soft hand to follow him. Hanaria-pun just according, did not try to release the hand of Willy who was still holding his hand.
"Good afternoon young master Willy" said a clerk at the reception desk, as Willy and Hanaria appeared there. The receptionist glanced at a glance at Willy and Hanaria's hands that were still intertwined with each other.
"Is there anything I can help young master?" ask the officer by developing his friendly smile.
"Give me the package list, miss" Willy asked.
"This is sir," the clerk handed Willy several exemplar packages.
Willy began to open sheet by sheet, and marked his selection with a pen that was already available on the reception desk.
Hanaria just watched him, without knowing what was in the doodles by her husband for a few minutes.
"Doctor has a miss?" ask Willy who made the appointment earlier.
"Already young master, waiting for a while yes, I will deliver this first to his doctor," said the employee remained with a friendly and polite attitude.
Not long after, the employee returned with a friendly smile.
"Miss Hanaria can already enter, let me drop off" he said in a polite manner.
"Come in," Willy said, as Hanaria glanced at him. He looked clumsy, confused about what to do inside with a doctor.
All her life, Hanaria had never used the services of a beauty clinic, so this was a new and first for her.
He followed the officer who took him into a special room.
A female doctor greeted her with a sweet smile, and the attendant who delivered her left her with the doctor.
"Miss Hanaria, please go up and lie down here," said the woman's doctor pointing to a nearby bed.
Hanaria walked slowly while paying attention to the room that was so neat, clean and looked so luxurious and elegant.
Slowly he laid his body on the sheet that had been prepared.
"Are you ready, miss?" the doctor asked in a friendly manner, as Hanaria was already lying on her back.
"Did the doctor hurt?" Hanaria asked back, making the beautiful female doctor try to hold back her smile.
"No lady, this is beauty care, not surgery or something like a hospital,"
"We will make you feel as comfortable as possible during this process, miss" said the woman's doctor.
Hanaria chuckled, embarrassed by her stupid questions, knowing she had never done beauty treatments, just a candidacy, but, it was just about haircut or tidying up a haircut that is often wrongly cut because it does itself at home.