HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
298. Surprise
Reporters grabbed a bouquet of flowers on the table that had caught his attention. Rotated and in reverse. "Still new, from whom?" the man asked his wife who had just come out of the toilet after delivering Rosalia and leaving her there.
"Doctor Faraz," Rosalie said flatly, there was a sense of laziness in giving an answer from her tone.
"Doctor Faraz?" parrot the man, his face turned serious looking at his wife.
"Iya Pah, from Faraz's doctor." repeated Rosalie in a low voice.
"Did he seriously like our daughter?" ask the reporter to watch.
As soon as Rosalie cheated, usually she always patiently faced her husband, this time her emotions immediately ignited unstoppable when she heard her husband's question.
"What does Papah think his name is, if a grown man has said he wants to propose to a girl and bring her a bouquet of fresh red roses?" rosalie's voice was slightly raised.
"Our daughter is a virgin girl Pah, she deserves to find a partner of her age," Rosalie tried to suppress her voice that was already controlled by emotions, while Hartawan still looks calm and flat.
"And faraz's physician's age range was very far from Rosalia, more than double the age of our daughter Pah, she was also a widower--. Oops!" Rosalie immediately smothered her mouth that was sloppy, flat and calm, Hartawan immediately turned cold, looking at his wife who looked clumsy.
"Well, I'm sorry Mamah, Mamah didn't mean it, she didn't have any intention of offending her husband.
"I mean say Papah Duda," he said.
"Well, wrong, right? Papah likes it so. It's up to Papah, Mamah is tired," Rosalie vehemently went to the sofa and settled herself there. As he said, he was really tired of thinking about his daughter who was still sick and the intention of Faraz who wanted to propose to Rosalia.
"Kok sensi his wife Papah," Reporters who originally wanted to sulk after Rosalie sat on the sofa.
"Well, let Papah be a widower, Papah, dear, love dies with Mamah, and our household is fine all this time?" The journalist hugged his wife from behind.
During their household they rarely fight. If you do not meet a meeting point in the debate, then one of them will try to give in, in order to avoid tapering off the problem that is actually not necessary in the household.
"Yes Papah is right. And our relationship is both based on love Pah. But Rosa, she loves him just as Billy isn't Faraz Pah's doctor."
Chequek.
Journalist and Rosalie were both shocked, both of them turned towards the toilet door, saw Rosalia standing there pecking on her pole, her face still paled staring at her parents.
"Dear Rosa, you're done" Rosalie rushed to her daughter, as did Hartawan. Both of them were worried that Rosalia would hear their discussion.
"Why with Faraz' doctor, Mah?" rosalia asked, shortly after her parents took her arm to hold her back to the patient's bed with the infusion pole.
"Nothing, dear. We were just chatting," said Rosalie glanced at Hartawan.
"You don't bo'ong, Rosa heard everything. That bouquet of flowers was Faraz's doctor, wasn't it, Ma? Not giving Papah as Mamah said this afternoon," said Rosalia sayu.
Reporters and Rosalie looked at each other again.
"You'd better eat your soup porridge again, baby, so you'll get well soon." Rosalie hastily picked up the bowl of soup, with her hot steam still steaming, hoping to divert Rosalia from her question.
"Tell me honestly, Mah. What are Mamah and Papah trying to hide about Dr Faraz?" Rosalia looked at her two masters. His hands firmly grip the edge of the patient's bed where he sits.
Geck. Geck. Geck.
All three were looking towards the door. Rosalie momentarily felt relieved, because the knock on the door had helped her even for a moment. Meanwhile the journalist hurriedly stood towards the door and opened it.
"Good night, Mr. Hartawan" said one of the five people standing at the door.
"Come on! Come on, let's go in. We're forcing the spoiled Rosa to eat her soup porridge. He is very difficult to eat." said Reporters again while chuckling.
"We'll have a chat outside first, until Rosa finishes our new meal and we meet her. How's it?"
"Alright then," agreed Hartawan, the proposal of Mrs Agatsa was seen as good by him. He also did not want Rosalia late to eat again.
"Me and Willy let in. It's possible that our presence could help Rosalia's doctor eat" Hanaria said.
"Can. Enter Hana, Willy." said Reporter gave permission. The couple developed their smiles first and rushed in. Again Reporters felt there was something strange about Willy. Billy's twins don't talk as much as they used to. Well, maybe he again his inner canker sores back override his strange feelings.
"Tante," Hanaria said hello, he kissed the back of Rosalie's hand, as did Willy.
"You two just came here?" rosalie looked at Hanaria and Willy.
"No Auntie, we're with Daddy, Mommy, and Oma, too" Hanaria smiled.
"Oh yeah?" Rosalie looked surprised by showing her bright face.
"How about Aunt join Daddy, Mommy, and Oma? Let Hana be the same Willy who accompanies and feeds the doctor Rosa to eat." said Hana with a seducing tone.
"But Hana, Auntie doesn't feel good about you two." refused Rosalie smooth.
"Don't say that Auntie. We're family, and Willy and I are used to Rosa's doctor. Isn't that so dear?" Hanaria nudged her husband's arm.
"That's right Mah" Willy said with a smile on his handsome face.
"All right then Hana." Rosalie finally gave up. He turned to look at Willy. "Your smile made Mamah think of your twin brother. If Billy had been here, Rosa would have healed quickly." rosalie smiled bitterly.
"Dear Rosa, Mamah stayed for a while, wanted to meet Mr. Moranno's family," Rosalie kissed the tender hair of her daughter
"Are you okay with Mamah living with Hana and Willy?" Rosalia just nodded, from now on she just looked at Willy who had once looked at her.
"Titip Rosa yes, auntie came out first to meet your parents and the big lady" he said.
"Yes Aunt,"
"Yes Mah,"
Hanaria and Willy were almost at the same time.
"Doctor Rosa, I'm bribing ya," Hanaria brought closer the bowl of soup she had taken over from Rosalie earlier.
"I don't have a taste for Ms. Hana's food," rosalia's voice was weak, her pair of eyes watching Willy standing behind Hanaria.
"Billy? Why are you just coming now? Why did you leave without seeing me first? And why don't you call, or at least text me? I-I, I miss you so much," Rosalia's voice sounded quivering, from the corners of her eyes had been rolling freely clear-clear crystals soaking her cheeks.
Seeing him, Hanaria and Willy looked at each other for a moment.
"close. You're not Willy, I know you better than anyone Billy does" Rosalia began to cling to her patient bed.
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