HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
162. Feel Guilty
Willy found it funny to see Hanaria's panic, until the idea appeared in his head to tempt his wife.
"My whole life, I've never borne this much debt" Willy said in a sad tone.
Hanaria looked at Willy's face beside her with a feeling of guilt. "I am indeed outrageous," Inner Hanaria cursed herself.
"I'm sorry Willy, it's been a pain for you" Hanaria said slowly, she felt sad and sorry for her husband, to help him even though he felt he could not. His last salary while still working as the head of the division vice head of the new Division reached five zero digits behind three numbers. I don't know how much salary he can receive in his new workplace, because there his position is only as an ordinary marketing.
"Willy, how about we just cancel the construction of the mansion that just started to be built? After all my father and mother also did not know that I asked her to give it to them" Hanaria said.
Willy turned to Hanaria, putting on his serious face, "Hana, do you think I'm the man who will attract what I've given you?"
"Isn't that what I mean?" hanaria said as she moved her hands violently, then bit her finger slightly because she felt wrong.
"Do you think your husband can't afford to cover the lack of that bill, hmm?" continue Willy again.
"No, I don't think Willy either. I just don't want you to be burdened by my former request, I feel sorry for you." Hanaria tried to explain.
"Oh, so you feel sorry for me, your husband? Then I look pathetic in your eyes? Hmm?" willy said again, he then stood up leaving Hanaria alone to sit on the sofa and go to their sleeping basket.
"Willy, I'm sorry, I misspoke" Hanaria said, chasing after Willy and grabbing her husband's arm and holding him tightly.
Willy glanced for a moment at Hanaria who was tightly hugging his arm, then turned to look at the roses of his love, the work of the servants in the Villa at his command.
"Here you go, let go of my arm, I'm going to sleep now?" said Willy flat.
Hanaria was forced to remove Willy's arm from his arms, she saw Willy climb into the bed and enter the blanket very carefully, it was very noticeable that her husband did not want the writing arrangement of the flowers on the thick blanket to be broken.
"Willy?" call Hanaria slowly.
"Hmm," Willy just muttered, his face turned to face Hanaria who was still standing by the bedside. He closed his eyes while lying on the side of the bed where Hanaria would lie next to him later.
"Your towel?" hanaria said carefully, afraid of mispronouncing again.
"What happened to my towel?" asked Willy with his eyes still closed.
"Did you sleep with a towel instead of using your pajamas?" Hanaria's words made Willy's eyes open, he felt down, and only realized that he had been faithful to use the towel since.
"Leave it, I didn't see you prepare my pajamas, so I had to sleep with this towel instead" Willy reasoned, and closed his eyes again with a smile at the thought of a new idea that came to his head.
"I'm sorry Willy, I completely forgot. I'll take your pajamas now" said Hanaria and headed to her husband's wardrobe.
"No need, I was already very sleepy" said Willy, making Hanaria stop her steps in front of her husband's wardrobe.
Hanaria turned around, looking at Willy who had completely closed her eyes on the bed. She couldn't force her husband to get up just to change his clothes, because it was all his fault. In his heart, he promised himself that he would never repeat that ignorance again.
Hanaria stepped back towards the sofa, where she had left her cell phone and her road bag. His hands began to rub and scroll, left and right, up and down with his fingers on the screen of his phone.
He began to transfer bills that had entered his phone one by one, only took ten minutes, all the bills had been resolved. Hanaria looked at the remaining balance, still leaving an eleven-digit number on her husband's account.
Hanaria's entire life, never before had the number of disputes been in her account. It took decades she had to work hard and save amazingly, even then not necessarily able to match the balance of her husband's property.
After finishing Hanaria kept her cell phone and her street bag on the sofa table. He poured water into a glass and drank it until it ran out.
Hanaria went to the bed and paused on the side of the bed before rising up. Again he spelled out the rose petals on a thick blanket while smiling to himself looking at the face of Willy who had fallen asleep with his breath in order.
Hanaria again picked up a few petals of the roses, placed them on her palm, then inhaled the fragrance over and over again. His smile continued to expand, not knowing what he was thinking.
After being satisfied with her activity, Hanaria put the rose petals on her hands back to their place.
Slowly he got into the basket, and into the blanket beside Willy, he did it very carefully so as not to wake up Willy who was already asleep.
His heart felt a strange thump again. They had been married for a week and always slept together, but the thumping was always present in his heart, creeping after the blood flow.
Hanaria looked at Willy's sleeping face facing her. In her eyes, her husband did look handsome and growing more charming days. The blanket that covered Willy's body was only until his second, revealing his plain back and chest, making Hanaria immediately turn her body so that her imagination would not go wild thinking about more than what she could see with the naked eye.
Hanaria tried to close her eyes to sleep, for a while, fatigue that felt finally made her very sleepy.
Faintly felt, there was a sturdy hand hugging his body tightly from behind. Hanaria was powerless to resist, she felt too tired and very sleepy.
The touches he felt from the nape to his open back seemed to be increasingly washed away and pounding himself in a dream.
Hanaria tried to open her eyes when she felt that there was a hard object stuck in her pelvic area. He stretched out his hand to get rid of the thing that was disturbing his sleep.
Hanaria opened her eyes when she heard the hissing sound from her husband's mouth lying behind her. While his hand continued trying to get rid of the hard object with difficulty, squeezing, holding firmly and pulling it to keep it away, but the object could not stay away, instead getting hardened and protruding as if fighting back.