HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
Episode 35 Hold Responses
Hanaria's car escaped. He continued to follow the black portuner until he stopped right in front of the magnificent luxury mansion.
A middle-aged man came down from the door next to the wheel. He was moved to the door behind him and opened it.
A middle-aged woman, with her hair bunned up, dressed fashionably in her elegant style got off that car.
With her flat face, the woman stared at Hanaria's car, which stopped right behind her car.
From behind the glass of her car Hanaria could see the woman's face clearly. Of course, she was the woman Hanaria wanted to meet. He recognized her from several e-mails that Shasie had sent him.
Hanaria tidied herself up wearing a black jacket and blue Jeans, she wore matching paint shoes with her jeans. After feeling enough he got out of his car by carrying his backpack that never missed.
The middle-aged woman was still standing in her place accompanied by her driver, she looked towards Hanaria who had just gotten out of her car and walked towards her.
Hanaria bowed respectfully before the middle-aged woman before saying anything.
"Good night mistress SUNDAY ALHANDRA LIEM." Hanaria said then straightened her head back and looked at the woman's face.
The woman did not look shocked as Hanaria gave her full name. He watched Hanaria who had a tall body higher than himself while crossing her arms in front of his chest.
"Sir Dedi." He said to the driver, but his eyes still looked at Hanaria who was standing before him.
"Well mistress......." Mr. Dedi rushed back into the portuner's car, then took it away to the garage.
"Who are you, and what do you need to see me at night like this?" His voice sounded calm and flat.
"My name is Hanaria. Asking for accountability - answer to the son of the mistress named Mahendra Alhandra Liem who has impregnated my sister named Firlita." Hanaria said without being alkaline, she looked at the middle-aged woman's face that was still unchanged with her flat face. In the slightest, there was no shock from his elegant face after hearing the purpose of Hanaria's arrival.
Even Hanaria could still see from the dim light rays of the garden, the woman slightly pulled the tip of her lips to form her evil smile after hearing Hanaria's to the point remark.
"What's your name?" Madame Sundayana's voice still sounded flat.
"Hanaria....." Sahut Hanaria remembered without taking her eyes off the face of the woman before him.
"Miss Hanaria."
"What does the madam mean?" Said Hanaria probing.
"In fact, the women - the women came alone carrying their distended stomachs. And you, you only represent your sister." Although his voice sounded flat, but his grinning smile was very annoying at the sight of Hanaria, let alone his seemingly ordinary speech - if considering what his son had done that jerk.
"Your attitude really surprised me dear lady. You seem to be very deliberate about breeding your son to plant his seed where - where." Hanaria's speech that was so spicy did not make the middle-aged woman offended what else was angry. He even chuckled at Hanaria who started attacking him with her words.
The words of Madam Sundayana were so striking that Hanaria. He swallowed his saliva with great difficulty while staring intently at the woman's eyes. What he said, there is a point.
"Now say......how much did you ask for your sister's pregnancy?" That flat voice again sounded like a cold-blooded killer.
"Mrs don't have to pay, that's not what we want. Madam's son, must marry my sister immediately." Sue Hanaria.
"Married??" There was a muffling sound of ridicule from the mouth of myonya Sundayana. He turned his face towards the door of his house, still chuckling mockingly.
"If that's the solution you're asking for, I'm sorry, miss HANARIA. I had to not be able to grant it. None of the women who claimed to be pregnant I married my son." Madam Sundayana turned her gaze back to Hanaria who was standing nearby.
"Go home, think about what I said. If you've agreed to what I'm saying, you can go back and get the money." Madam Sundayana said calmly and flatly looking straight at Hanaria's eyes.
"I doubt, is the madam a woman? To be honest, only this time did I meet the kind of woman you are, stone-hearted and heartless." Hanaria's words again made the woman chuckle with her evil smile.
"Thank God, I'm glad you realized that. So you don't have to force me to marry your poor sister to my son Mahendra. You can imagine if the wedding happened. Your sister won't stand meeting every day in this house with me who will be her mother-in-law. And your sister won't stand having a husband who loves a lot of women. So think about what I've offered you. When you've decided, meet me, I'll pay you what you want. So that your sister can pay for her life and the baby."
"You really don't have a mistress' heart. Your son should be so ill-natured. It's down from her mother." Said Hanaria in a sarcastic tone.
"I'm sorry, I need a break. Can't serve you for long. You must not have forgotten right, with the exit of this mansion? Because I don't have time to get you to the fence. Good night." The woman was still calm and slightly smiling at the end of her lips while looking at Hanaria's car which was only a few meters away from where they were standing.
Without waiting for Hanaria's reply, Madame Sundayana stepped towards the terrace of her house. Hanaria did not intend to hold the woman, she just stared at the woman's exact steps entering the door of her house. A maid in a pink uniform immediately closed the door of the house from the inside.
Hanaria was still faithfully standing in her place, she stared at the door that had been tightly closed with arrogance, just like the owner.
Several times Hanaria took a deep breath and exhaled it back. He hopes that what he does can reduce the burden he is thinking about right now.
Hanaria stepped in her car, then walked in and sat behind her wheel. He tapped the steering wheel with his finger as if he was thinking how he got out as he passed the guard post later.
A few seconds later, Hanaria started the engine of her car. He started running his car slowly.
Upon arriving at the fence, Hanaria stopped her car while lowering her front window. Hanaria stared at the two security guards with her flat face from behind her wheel, she imitated the calm and flat style of the lady Sundayana.
The two security men looked at each other in surprise, as they had never seen Hanaria before. But they immediately remembered that the car driven by Hanaria entered along with Madame Sundayana, plus the style of Hanaria that imitated the style of their employer. Both of them then respect. One of the security guards opened the gate and let Hanaria leave after honking her car horn
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