HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race

HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
283. Worrying


Reporters did not answer, he preferred to focus on the wheel, wanted to immediately arrive at the hospital, in his mind also worried about the princess only wayangnya. Just this time his daughter yelled at him and his wife called.


"Let's hurry Pah," Rosalie hurriedly got out of her husband's car because Rosalia had not picked up her phone.


Without waiting for Hartawan, he rushed to the room Rosalia which is only about 100 meters from the parking lot.


"Rose! Where are you, honey?" call Rosalie more panicked mixed with worry as soon as she sees no one there.


"What's Mah?" The journalist who had just caught up was increasingly worried about seeing his wife's face.


"Rosalia's not in Pah's room."


Journalists swept his gaze across the room. "In the toilet maybe Mah?" he said as he walked to the toilet in his daughter's office.


"No Pah, I checked it out." Rosalie grabbed her husband's arm, she never worried about this during motherhood her daughter continued.


The feelings of the journalist are increasingly chaotic, afraid, worried, and also sorry mixed into one in his mind, but the man still tried to calm down not to show what he was feeling at this time.


"Maybe Mah's cantin," Reporter took his wife out of the room for a hospital canteen.


"Good afternoon, Doctor," a nurse who happened to cross paths greeted me with a horned attitude in the hospital hallway, she knew enough of Rosalia's parents.


"Siang Sus, do you know where our daughter is?" ask the reporter for the nurse.


"So I saw Rosalia's doctor in the parking lot, maybe having lunch outside, sir" she explained, pointing to the parking lot where Rosalia used to park her car.


"Okay, thanks Sus,"


"Together Master, Doctor," after the nun's salute passed, so did Hartawan and Rosalie, both of whom returned to the parking lot.


"Is it true that Billy is now serving at the border?" Rosalie glanced at her husband walking by her side towards the parking lot.


"Heum" nodded the man.


"It wasn't Mah, it wasn't me who did it. I often keep them both away. But for matters of duty, it was directly down from the highest leadership" explained Hartawan.


"General Giran?" Rosalie slowed her pace and stopped looking at the journalist who also stopped her steps.


"Is that something that's very urgent?" rosalie asked questions.


"It seems so, a secret task, even I do not know it." said Hartawan, he remembered yesterday afternoon he was told by Giran who had scolded him for refusing Billy's move.


"Indeed there is a crisis in the East," Hartawan added again about the state security situation.


"Will Billy get home from his job safely? Isn't the situation heating up?" Rosalie asked worriedly.


"Calm down, the boy seems to have a double life. Several times sent, he must have returned safely," Reporters do not doubt Billy's ability, other than that he feels the young man always has his own luck in every task he carries.


"You should have let Billy meet Rosalia last night. Why is your heart so strong?" Rosalie again regretted her husband's treatment, but did not know that Billy last night to their house if he did not hear it from Rosalia who spoke on the phone.


The reporter did not answer, he just fell silent while getting into the car and sitting behind the wheel.


"Call the Papah people now, find out where Rosalia is, Mamah is still worried, Rosalia is afraid of why" he asked.


Reporters pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, and he began contacting some of his men to find his daughter's whereabouts.


...***...


Hanaria was glued to the side of her car, she had just arrived when her gaze was fixed on her husband who was being held tightly by Rosalia.


Some of the housekeepers who saw Hanaria's presence looked anxious, as did Yurina who was also welcoming Moranno home from work that afternoon.


Rosalia is familiar with her two twin sons, but the problem is that Willy is now a husband, and Willy's wife is now catching her son in the arms of another woman, a friend since childhood.


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