HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
280. Debt Budi
"I want your friend, whose father is a detective, to come see me tomorrow with his father." Hanaria thought for a moment trying to remember in her memory some of her friends. Of course Shasa is meant by the Oma, his mind.
"How did Oma know about Shasie and her father's Gun master?" although actually do not feel surprised if her husband's grandmother knew many things, but she was quite curious as well.
"I'm almost 70 years old, and more than half of my life is in business. Halal and dark business is no secret for me, including your friend Shasie who smuggled her father into the Agatsa family company," he said smiling faintly.
"Moranno was initially in disbelief, too, after my men opened up the facts about Mr. Gun and his men, and saw how Shasa in a short time could give you accurate information about Mrs Sundayana at the time, and how she was, only then did he realize that there was an enemy who was infiltrating the company of our family."
Hanaria was flabbergasted, she looked at Madame Agatsa's face as if in disbelief, considering Shasie and her age, how could her best friend have a double profession, an architect and also a dark detective. Moreover, Shasa looks so cute and a little alay compared to his three best friends in the architect division.
"What your friend told you about Madame Sundayana, it's still just Hana's outer skin. He's still keeping some secrets you don't know about the female monster" muttered lady Agatsa.
Hanaria grabbed her cup of tea that had started to cool, the quite tense chatter made her not want to switch from the face of the Oma that turned out to far exceed expectations of what she thought.
"Make sure the two of them come tomorrow to see me. I'll send you the address and time tomorrow morning Hana."
"Okay Oma" said Hanaria. He then took another sip of his last sip of tea that was getting colder.
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"I was quite astonished, at the age of this Mistress, Madam did not even suffer from blood sugar or cholesterol disease," praised the stern-faced man, with a tall and stocky stature.
"I didn't even dare taste it, which is why I turned to this vegetarian," the man pointed to the food in the dish before him.
Madam Agatsa smiled, she put one piece of meat back in her mouth and chewed it deliciously.
"I am grateful that I can still eat freely, no abstinence, sir. Since long ago I tried to eat balanced, so that what I eat does not become a disease" he said while still smiling.
"You're right Madam, I used to love eating meat and seafood excessively, so at this age I can not be free to consume it like Madam," he said with a relaxed smile.
"Yes, what made the Madam want to see me this afternoon?" giran asked, considering that in the morning he had been called to lunch together by the woman who was very meritorious in his life.
"Tell me, madam, don't hesitate. I will try to help as much as I can" he added.
"Is this a punishment? If so, of course I will find it difficult to do so Madam. Your granddaughter is too disciplined so there is no loophole to get her mistakes. Moreover, his superior is General Hartawan, he will not let anyone touch his subordinates" explained the man.
"I was just trying to give a small sentence to my granddaughter's superior" said Madam Agatsa, showing her flat face.
"Little punishment to General Hartawan?" the man frowned.
"Wouldn't General Hartawan and his wife be so close to Mr. Moranno and Ms. Yurina. Any more word of the wind, they're gonna make a reservation?" revealed.
"That rumor was what made me ask for your help, Mr. Giran. Well, it's a personal matter."
"So the wind is true?" Giran looked at Madame Agatsa who was still chewing the food in her mouth casually.
"My granddaughter likes Mr. Hartawan's daughter, and vice versa. They have known each other since childhood. But the girl's father was impressed to use his power to suppress my granddaughter." - Madame Agatsa opened the story after she finished swallowing what she was chewing.
"As I said in the beginning, it's a matter of personal contact, and I don't want to interfere with my grandson's work as a state servant, that's why I'm asking you to send Billy over to the border, and keep him busy with his duties there until the deadline I consider sufficient."
"And for Mr. Reporter--, that's my business."
"I'm sure you can do it, Mr. Giran, and I want it to be done as soon as possible," he looked at the man before him who seemed to think after hearing the brief.
The man who has the highest position in the institution where he is currently residing is very difficult to refuse the request of women in front of him.
About 30 years ago, he once owed his wife's life to the conglomerate woman, when he was nobody and the economy was quite difficult at that time. The helping hand of Mrs Agatsa was like rainwater in the midst of an economic drought.
And until now, that debt has not been avenged. Is this the time? Inner man, that man, although he knows the debt of gratitude in his time is difficult and the hardship will not be comparable if he returns in the present time where he has become someone who is not underestimated by the surrounding people.
"Alright, I will do it for Madam" said Giran.
"Thank you, Mr. Giran, it is not wrong for me to rely on you" Madam Agatsa smiled, knowing that the man before her would not refuse to help her.
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