HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
179. Pura-Pura Don't Know
"Our baby? My baby and you?" repeat Hanaria, her blood suddenly rippled to hear the words of Willy.
"Hmm, we're both babies, not other people's babies" Willy said. He brought his face closer to Hanaria's until the top of her nose met each other.
"When do you want to make it with me, Hana?" billih Willy, his sharp eyes continued to look at his wife's face from the sidelines of the top of the nose that touched each other.
"M-made?" Hanaria stammered, she wanted to rewind her body but Willy had taken the initiative to hold her nape, he had expected his wife would always dodge as usual.
"Don't pretend not to know, you're a grown woman, and I'm a grown man, and we're married. I've been too patient waiting for you" Willy said half-whispering but clearly heard in Hanaria's ear.
"A-I," Hanaria stuttered even more, her voice sounding trembling withstanding her nervousness.
"Don't worry, we won't do it in this car. After all, it's time for you to work, and I'll go to the office to work too. We're gonna do it at home tonight," after saying that, Willy took his hand off his wife's nape.
Hanaria breathed a sigh of relief, after Willy distanced the top of her nose from the top of hers. His heartbeat is still not rhythmic, the existence of Willy who is often close to him always cause strange waves in his chest, especially to touch the top of the nose like that.
"Ah Willy, you made me unable to concentrate on working today this way, and thinking only of you," Hanaria sighed in her heart, actually wanting Willy to be bolder without her consent. He looked at Willy who was sitting quietly behind his wheel.
"When are you coming down?" willy asked without looking at his wife.
"O, I-I forgot," said Hanaria in her own misdeeds. Wish Willy opened the door for her, but her husband did not move from his seat at all.
"I got off, be careful on the road" Hanaria said as she pushed through Willy's car door.
"Hm" said Willy muttering. He looked at Hanaria who was getting out of his car, not usually his wife said so much with an unimportant message.
Hanaria stared at Willy's creeping car and away from the lobby where she was still standing, until finally the bright red sports car disappeared behind a sturdy fence near the guard post.
With a gontai step, Hanaria entered the lobby towards the elevator. Several employees who passed by him threw a light smile as they passed towards their respective rooms.
"Miss Hanaria," called someone, as Hanaria had just set foot in the elevator.
"Assistant David, what's wrong?" hanaria asked, just after the personal assistant of Madame Sundayana was standing by her side in the employee elevator.
"Ten minutes away, Miss Hana is asked to face Ms. Sundayana" said David's assistant relayed a message from her employer.
"Is Madame Sundayana in her room?" hanaria asked a glance at the assistant David who was staring at the closed elevator door.
"Not yet Miss, she's still on her way here" said David's assistant.
Ting! The keg!
The elevator doors open on the fourth floor.
"Well, in ten minutes I'm going to the room of Madame Sundayana," said Hanaria, he exited the elevator first leaving David's assistant who was still standing in the elevator to several floors above him again.
Hanaria walked down the hall only a few meters from the elevator door. The atmosphere of the morning was quite crowded. It has been almost a week he joined the Mega Automotive company specifically in the marketing team. But no one employee-pun familiar with it, all impressed indifferent.
There was no computer screen on his desk, let alone a laptop, only one notebook and a regular pen, several product brochures and a price fricelist. Yes, as simple as that is his new workplace, nothing looks special.
Hanaria placed a carrying bag that looks like a backpack on the left side of her desk attached to the wall of the room, inside her bag there is her personal laptop that she always carries with her every go to work. He deliberately did not issue it because of company rules that prohibit bringing private facilities to work.
A few minutes later, Hanaria began to busy writing on her writing book. An elderly man who would pass in front of Hanaria's desk, glanced at his subordinates who were busy with his writing activities.
"What are you doing Miss Hana" the man asked, stopping right in front of Hanaria's desk.
Hanaria immediately stopped her activities, she raised her face and immediately stood up when she saw who asked her.
"Good morning manager Antonio, I'm making a marketing design plan" Hanaria said in a respectful manner as she bowed slightly to her boss.
"You're regular marketing, your job is only to sell our company's products Miss, not the design or anything" he said flatly to Hanaria.
"Yes, I understand my job duties manager Antonio, but what's wrong if we can work more for the company. Shouldn't we have a sense of love and have this company in order to develop it so that it can be more advanced," said Hanaria expressed her opinion.
"Hhhhh!" Manager Antonio placed his briefcase on Hanaria's desk and folded his hands together in front of her chest with a sinister smile.
"You haven't even worked for a week at this company, Miss, and dare to say that to me who has been a marketing manager for a dozen years. Of course I know better how to love my job and how to own this company than you do,"
"Or do you feel proud to be the innate masterpiece of lady Sundayana, or perhaps your super rich husband, the business owner of Agatsa Group. Then why are you here? And just being an ordinary marketing that doesn't matter?" manager Antonio's words just flowed without weighing Hanaria's feelings, it was seen that he deliberately issued all the words that offended his subordinates.
Hanaria manages her breath, manager Antonio's words clearly make her uncomfortable, but she tries to hold back because what she is currently facing is her boss, the manager of her marketing team.
Hanaria glanced at her watch which gave off a subtle sound as an alarm. He was grateful, the promise to meet madam Sundayana could be a reason for him not to give a spicy answer to his boss.
"I'm sorry manager Antonio, I have to leave right now, Madam called me. Excuse me first" Hanaria said as she packed her book and pen from the table and stuffed it into her carry bag.
"Where are you going, miss? I haven't finished talking to you yet" manager Antonio's sergeant was upset that he felt disrespected by his subordinates.
"Just manager Antonio. I'm fine if you tell me to stay here to listen to you. Don't blame me if Madame Sundayana is angry if I don't come to fulfill her call," said Hanaria flat, she began to get sick of the attitude of her superiors who began to show her power as a leader. From the first day he entered work, the Manager had shown his unfriendly attitude.
"Are you threatening me? Showing your closeness to the big lady?" said fierce.
"No Manager Antonio. I don't feel close, nor do I try to get close to Madame Sundayana, I just do my job as an employee, that's all" Hanaria said.
"I'm sorry" Hanaria shifted from behind her desk, then stepped out toward the exit just a few steps away from her desk.
Manager Antonio clenched his fists furiously after Hanaria's departure, then turned around, about to step into his study. But his eyes caught all his subordinates in the marketing room was staring at him while putting his ears.
"What are you guys doing?! You eavesdropping?! Hurry up, get back to work!" he said angrily, while rushing to his study.
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