HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
168. Advice from the Miss
Madame Sundayana fell silent, what Hanaria said was right. If only he had been a little late at that time, Firlita would have been no help. While Mahendra pretended not to hear, he was busy with a cell phone in his hand.
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For three days, Firlita and her baby were treated at a government hospital. And for three days Hanaria diligently visited Firlita to bring him food, even though the hospital had actually prepared it.
"Shouldn't have bothered to deliver food for me, the hospital has prepared it sis," said Firlita while chewing the food prepared by Hanaria kemulutnya.
"It's okay Fir, sister is happy, all of you visit baby Elvano, it feels like there is nothing less if you don't see it for a day" said Hanaria while menoel the top of the nose of a tiny baby who fell asleep in his small bed.
"Come, spend. Just a mouthful more," Hanaria again fed the last soup to Firlita. He smiled looking at Firlita's cheeks that were getting stiffer.
"Remember Firlita, you must eat more, so that your ASI is abundant. You see your baby, he's been more full for three days than he was first born" Hanaria said. She and Firlita both looked at baby Elvano
"And he fell asleep very fast because the intake of breast milk that he received was enough and filling him," said Hanaria again, he smiled looking at the baby Firlita is very adorable.
"Sister came home first yes, want to deliver this to Willy," said Hanaria while showing the boxes of food in the bag paper in her hand.
"Yes sister, thank you very much, be careful on the road" Firlita said with a cheerful smile.
"Together Fir." Before leaving, Hanaria took the time to kiss the tiny baby, the smell of her telon oil seemed refreshing, making Hanaria have to smell it many times gently because of the gurgle. She refuses to leave baby Elvano.
But when remembering the food boxes she brought, Hanaria immediately rushed over, lest her husband have to wait for her for long.
While walking down the hospital hallway, Hanaria came across Paris, who was pushing a wheelchair. Lania sat in that wheelchair, with her pale face, and looked thinner than last when Hanaria met her one month ago.
"Lania?" Lirih Hanaria, he stopped his steps right in front of the little girl, his eyes glazed over the declining health of Lithuania.
"Aunty?" Lania smiled, she looked happy to see Hanaria again.
"Miss Hana, do you know my daughter Lania?" ask Paris for wonder.
"Yes, sir Paris. How about we talk there for a minute? There's something I want to ask the Parisians" Hanaria said, pointing to a park chair not far from the hallway where they were standing.
"Alright Miss" said Mr. Paris. He then pushed the Lanian wheelchair towards the park chair in question, followed by Hanaria who was walking nearby.
"Dear Lania, auntie has fresh fruits in the box, you can eat them," said Hanaria while offering a food box containing fruits that have been cleaned and cut neatly.
"Thank you so much auntie, Lithuania does love to eat fresh fruits like this" the little girl said, he immediately received the recommended food box and took it with his small hand and put it in his mouth.
Hanaria gently rubbed the hair of the head of Lania with pity. After seeing the little girl coolly chewing her fruits, she turned her eyes to Paris sir who was sitting in the garden seat.
"Sir Paris," Hanaria approached the man, and sat down at the end of the same chair, with the intention of giving some distance.
"Yes, miss" said the Parisian sir with a tense face, his heart pounding. Never had his wife invited him to chat, perhaps he knew something he had been hiding.
"Did Paris have a donor?" ask Hanaria.
"Yes a donor, shouldn't your daughter be operated on immediately because of her leukemia?" said Hanaria emphasized, he knew Mr. Paris pretended not to understand his point.
"How did Miss Hana know?" ask Paris sir with a surprised romance.
"Sir Paris doesn't need to know, how I got the information. I just want to make sure if Mr Paris has his donor?" ask Hanaria.
"Not yet miss" said the Parisian sir at last.
"Why? And what are the obstacles?" pursue Hanaria with her questions.
"Cost, and also a donor Miss. You know Miss, the cost for a bone marrow transplant is not small, I have to reach my pocket very deeply to do it. And now I don't have enough funds, either" said Mr. Paris frankly. Hanaria was silent for a moment, what Mr. Paris said was indeed true.
"Does the performance of your work in the company have anything to do with the pain of your daughter Lania?" hanaria asked, she examined the face of the man sitting next to her. Mr. Paris seemed wrong to ask Hanaria questions, he just sat glued, unable to get a word out of his mouth.
Despite not getting an explanation, Hanaria who understood the condition of Paris sir could only take a deep breath and throw it back.
"Sir Paris, I can only advise you before it's too late. Work well and do not cheat, whatever you hide, sooner or later will be exposed. No lie is perfect, everything can be revealed at any time without you expecting." Hanaria said enigmatic. Actually, he felt suspicious starting when he had a work accident at the location of the project that was the responsibility of Mr. Paris.
"What do you mean Miss?" asked the Parisian sir with a tense face, suddenly fear attacked him when he heard the words of Hanaria who seemed to know what was the secret.
"There is no need for me to express clearly, sir Paris must already know what I mean," said Hanaria flatly.
"I hope, Mr. Paris can use the time given by the company well. Work honestly, do everything sincerely, because all the good that Mr. Paris makes must be avenged, because God never owes goodness," said Hanaria trying to give understanding.
"Remember, there is a family of Paris sir at home that you have to live, they always look forward to the return of the Paris pack every afternoon with a happy smile" said Hanaria. He stood up, approached Lithuania and bent his legs to crouch down. Hanaria's hand rubbed the little girl's head gently.
"Lania, auntie come home first. Sometimes, aunty will come to see you again, keep the spirit yes, you must be healed," Hanaria said with a smile on Lania.
"Yes aunty, Lania must be the spirit to heal. Because Lithuania still wants to meet and see aunty again," said the girl with a cheerful smile that still adorns her pale face.
Mr. Paris who witnessed it felt touched by his heart, he had seen the cheerful face of his daughter had returned. Lania does look moody lately, but she is actually a cheerful child.
"Aunty?!" call out to Lania, as Hanaria stood up from her squatting position.
"Yes, what's up with Lania?" hanaria asked looking at the little girl sitting in her wheelchair.
"His lunchbox is missing" said Lania, she handed Hanaria a box of fruit-filled food.
"His body is not over, dear. Just spend it, especially for you. Aunty will pick up the box if auntie comes next time to visit you," said Hanaria, she gently rubbed the head of Lania.
"Thank you very much aunt, very good aunt," Lania again put the box of fruits on her lap with an unceasing smile.
Hanaria waved her hand, and passed away. Lania replied to Hanaria's hand with joy, her mouth constantly chewing on the fruit in her hand. Paris pushed back on the Lanian wheelchair, and took her to her hospital. Hanaria's words were again ringing in his ears.
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