HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
255. The Treatment of Rosalia's Father
Repeatedly Rosalia turned to look at the door of Hanaria's inpatient room, but Willy who was waiting for her did not come out from there.
Rosalia stood up from the park chair, intending to go back to her office room to pick up her briefcase and go home. But his legs did not step, so saw the figure of a man who walked at the end of the hospital hallway.
"Billy," Rosalia muttered with a happy smile. Looking at it from a distance, he already knew if it was Billy. Swing her firm footsteps, hand movements that like to tidy her hair that is always neat, the tote bag she always carries almost every time she meets him.
Rosalia's feeling thumped even more, as Billy's footsteps had descended the stairs of the hallway to the park where he was now.
Billy hurriedly placed what he was carrying on the grass of the park, and, then swiftly raised his right hand to almost stick to the end of his thick eyebrows with a firm body position facing a man his father's age who approached him who wanted to approach Rosalia.
Rosalia turned around, following Billy who was giving her a respectful attitude.
"Isn't he? Tumben here?" Rosalia turned around, approaching the stern-faced man who suddenly appeared like a demon behind her. He hugged the man he called his father and placed light kisses on the cheeks of the old man.
"You want to pick you up, honey, can't you? Papah hasn't had dinner with you in a long time, too, Mamahmu" said the man in a heavy but soft voice.
"May dong, wait a minute, Pah, Rosa take the bag first." Before leaving the place, Rosalia glanced at Billy, the man who had always filled her heart, as if reluctant to move from there.
Billy who is in the lyrics is still echoing in his place, with a firm position facing Rosalia's father who is relaxed.
"Wait for more, darling?" his father's reprimands were gentle, catching the signals of his daughter's reluctance to go from there.
"I-iya Pah," Rosalia stammered, then hurriedly left Billy alone with her father.
"Bill your hand, Billy" the reporter told his subordinate, after his daughter had gone far enough and had not heard what they were about to say.
As ordered, Billy lowered his hand but his body position remained as firm as before, not moving in the slightest before the superior.
"What are you doing here?" The reporter approached Billy and his nose began to look like a firework as if smelling something. "Why is your perfume too sharp? Like wanting to tease a woman alone," he added staring flat at his subordinates.
The highlight of those stern eyes immediately made Billy nervous, making him not dare to meet. His heart was pounding more and more, and his tongue felt faint when he wanted to speak, not usually he felt this when dealing with his superior while on duty.
The sreeet! Wush! Bumm!
As fast as lightning, the handkerchief of Reporters' feet hit Billy's feet standing upright.
Billy sees her, and in fact he is able to evade the sudden attack that Rosalia's father is targeting her, but he prefers not to dodge, receiving the blow to change the position of his body push-up with the tips of his toes and fingers resting his body so as not to stick to the garden grass.
The reporter crouched right next to Billy's head.
"I don't like subordinates who don't stare at me when I'm talking to them. And I also hate to see subordinates who still have to think when asked. And you know, it's not in our dictionary. Do you understand?" whisper slowly, yet firmly.
"Understand Sir!" reply Billy firmly.
"Bah!" What did Papah do to Billy?" Rosalia was suspicious.
"none. We're just training. Isn't that Billy?" The reporter turned to Billy who was standing straight beside him.
"Yes that's right Miss" said Billy to act as if nothing happened. And that call will be made whenever Rosalia's father is among them, and Rosalia is not surprised by it, for it is the command of her father.
"Billy, come on. We'll have dinner together" take Rosalia. "Can Pah?" he looked at his father, hoping for a fresh breeze.
"It depends Billy, honey. He must be busy" said Reporter replied to his daughter, while his hand was pressing his phone behind his pants pocket.
"Tonight, leave your duties for a little while Billy, but Papah has time with us tonight," Rosalia turned to Billy, showing a hopeful look so that the young man would accept his offer.
"I-" Billy's words hang.
Drrt. Drrt. Drrt.
Billy hastily grabbed his mobile phone that was vibrating on his pigsty. He was stunned when he saw who called him at the time. After sliding the green log, Billy then put his phone on his earlobe looking straight at the journalist who was watching him as well as Rosalia.
"Well, ready sir!" From the look of his superiors, Billy already knew what he had to do.
"Sorry Miss, I have to say goodbye. There's an emergency assignment." said Billy.
"Wait on! It wasn't Papah who called you?" Rosalia glanced at her father, feeling suspicious.
"Not Miss" said Billy quickly. But Rosalia was not satisfied with Billy's answer, she felt that the one who called Billy was her father who was super stiff.
"I say goodbye first," after saying that to Rosalia, Billy again raised his right hand with the tip of his index finger almost attached to the temple and his thick eyebrows, saluting Hartawan who was standing behind Rosalia.
"Wait!" Rosalia chases after Billy who steps away leaving her. "Give me my dinner" he raised his hand.
"This-," Billy looked doubtfully at Rosalia who was still holding her hand.
"Yes, that's my dinner, right? Come on, give it to me," the force.
"But, Miss, do you want a family dinner?" billy was still holding his bag.
"That's right. But I want to eat what you brought for me," he said again confidently, feeling sure if Billy did bring it for himself.
"All right," Billy handed me his tote bag, then left immediately. He realized that his superior pair of eyes must have been watching him.
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