HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
Episode 22 At Mr. Muri's cottage
"Guru Raila's mother, this is the gift I promised my sixth-graders." Hanaria brought a lot of paper bags and handed them to Raila's teacher's mother in the teacher's room.
"There are so many gifts, son Hana..... Thank you so much for your attention to the kids." Raila's mother accepted Hanaria's gift and placed it near her chair.
"Yes ma'am...same, this is also not worth how much bu. Excuse me first ma'am." Hanaria said goodbye.
"Yes son Hana, greetings to your father and mother, son Hana...." Said Raila's mother with a smile.
"Good ma'am...." Hanaria kissed the back of Raila's mother's hand and rushed out of the teacher's room.
The atmosphere of the school seems still empty, many students have not come, as well as other teachers, students, only a few students who did picket in their class had come early.
"Hana......!" Reymon hurried down from his motorcycle when he saw Hanaria had ridden his motorcycle to leave the school yard.
"Yes mas..... Did Rey call me??" Hanaria asked who had started the engine.
"Yeah Hana, who else....." Reymon's remarks allowed. Hanaria looked left and right.
"There are children of Reymon's students." Show Hanaria who saw some students wearing red-white uniforms who had just come in a horde.
"You always have the answer Hana...." Reymon said, throwing a smile when he was near Hanaria.
"What's wrong?" Hanaria shut off the engine.
"When are you back in town?" Reymon looked at the face of Hanaria who was still sitting on her motorcycle casually looking at her.
"Mom's been better these past few days. Maybe two or three more days, why.....?" Hanaria looked at the man dressed in the teacher's uniform by researching.
"If you said you wanted to come to your house tonight to propose to you, would you believe me....?" Asked the man raise his eyebrows while throwing his smile. Dimple on both cheeks Reymon always makes Hanaria stunned.
Already mas.. enough jokes, later the mother later waiting for him....." Said Hanaria while turning on the engine of the motor.
"Sir teacher...." Shouted some of the female disciples who passed by Hanaria and Reymon while chuckling with their footsteps. Hanaria gave her eyes in disbelief as those Elementary School disciples could already say that.
"Of course, children......" Sahut Reymon looked at the children of students who had quickly moved away.
"Mas..... To my knowledge, the children of this village are shy - shy and...." Said Hanaria while staring at the students who had moved away towards her class.
"They were his students in fourth grade. Mas always try to make them feel comfortable, not afraid, or hesitant, like friendly with mas as their homeroom teacher. So they like to joke, like that." Reymon with his smile. The man turned his eyes back to Hanaria in front of him.
The smile of the mature man, always attracted the attention of the girls - the young girl in the village, Hanaria was no exception.
"Where are you going?" Reymon asked curiously to see Hanaria who seemed to be in a hurry.
" Deliver mom to the rice field..... Hana pamit yes mas...." Hanaria then ran her motorbike slowly without waiting for the man's answer.
Reymon was still staring at Hanaria until she disappeared behind the wooden fence of the school. He then headed to the teacher's room.
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Hanaria noticed the tired face of her father who came closer as the three of them rested in the cottage that was on the edge of the rice field.
"Father on his tea first....." Said Hanaria offering the tea she had poured into her father's favorite cup.
"Thank you, Hana....." Mr. Muri sipped his tea, his old face looks very enjoy the tea made by his favorite daughter.
"Daddy's tea boy??" Hanaria asked looking at the face of her father who had just placed his tea which was half-filled in his cup.
"Iya Hana. This paddy field is already 45 days old, hopefully there are no pests that damage, so the harvest is successful." Said Mr. Muri looking at the expanse of his rice field with a big smile.
"It's so cool to babysit Mr. Muri....." Said Mr. Arta who passed through the cottage pak Muri rice field.
"Yes, Arta's teacher, come by here, we'll have tea together...." Mr. Muri offered.
"Let's get a teacher, sit down....." The words of Muri's mother invited and made room for Arta's pact near her husband.
"Drink the tea, teacher....." Hanaria offered a cup of hot tea in front of Arta.
"Thank you son Hana, no need to bother...." He said with a smile.
"No teacher, just a cup of tea." Hanaria smiled with me.
"Who are you here, Arta's teacher?" Ask Mr. Muri when Pak Arta has drunk his tea.
"Alone, Mr. Muri. I'm looking for sweat, understandably used to it long ago, it feels happy if you can see the plants of your own hands." Kekeh pak Arta's.
"Yes, the teacher was right. My mother and Hanaria were always here, even if they just looked at the rice fields, and planted some new vegetables to replace the old plants, which has begun to diminish its fruit." Mr. Muri began to cool with his chatter.
"What shade does Mr. Muri have in this garden?"
"Some kind of eggplant sir.... But his mother grew more acidic eggplant, he liked the fruit is durable, and not easy to fall out." Obviously Mr. Muri while looking at his wife.
"That's the same as me, Mr. Muri. I grew it because I like to make it a side dish....."Chortling again.
Such is the habit of Mr. Muri and Pak Arta when they meet, they are busy chatting about their rice fields and gardens each without end.
"Good day...." A man who was the age of Arta and Muri sir came to them.
"Good day......." Sahut them simultaneously.
"Come, let's go in. Have some tea, Mr. Narko." Mother Muri offered in a friendly manner.
"Yes, Miss Muri, thank you for the laugh, I just got home, then came straight here, there was an appointment with Arta's teacher." Mr. Narko is friendly.
"Ngeteh again, Mr. Narko, this is my daughter who made, after this, a long time can only enjoy the creation." Mr. Muri offered.
"Oh yeah, I just realized, there's a son Hana here too apparently." He said to Hana who brought him a cup of tea.
"Yes sir... drink the tea first....." Sahut Hanaria while inviting Mr. Narko to drink the tea he brought.
"Thank you so much, Hana...."
"Same - same sir....." Hanaria sat down next to her mother.
They again engaged in small talk about the garden and rice fields - their rice fields that will soon harvest. That was the subject of their conversation every time they met.
"Sir Muri, I made an appointment with Mr. Narko to see the location that will be built for me to retire later. Coincidentally, Hana's son is here, we can borrow a moment to explain the design of the picture he has made for me." Speak to Mr. Arta who sat near him.
"Yes, please Mr. Arta. Hana, you can join Arta's teacher and Narko's sir, but you're here, son...." Said Mr. Muri looking at his daughter.
"Yes Dad....." Sahut Hanaria agreed.
"How about we go now before it rains soon, look at the sky looks cloudy." Said Arta's teacher again.
"Yes, Arta's teacher was right...." Said Muri's mother while looking at the space.