HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
Episode 42 Story of the Writings
"But I'm afraid brother....." Firlita's face looked worriedly at Hanaria.
"Fear why is Fir.....??" Hanaria looked at Firlita and then turned back to focus on the road in front of her, she did see the fear clearly drawn on the young girl's face.
"Mahendra he's now rude to me, not like he used to be. Kak Hana has seen how she treats me in that cafe." Firlita shuddered in light of Mahendra's harsh treatment of her.
Hanaria remained silent. He understood why Firlita was afraid of Mahendra. He watched for himself, how the young pregnant Firlita was thrown out of the man's room like a piece of junk. The man was violent and very bad. Actually, the choice to marry Firlita to Mahendra was forced to do, Hanaria did not want one day the child that will be born Firlita was experiencing bullying from friends because she did not have a father, because she did not have a father, and it will attack his mentality in his growth later.
"Firlita..... But you have to remember Firlita, your baby needs a father figure in growing up. Are you able to witness his grief every day, when people around him ask where his father is? Who's father? Enough of you, Firlita, who made that mistake, bore the burden of your misstep. Do not let your child bear the same burden. He's innocent, he deserves the affection of both his parents." Hanaria clearly gave an understanding.
"Sister is right...... But.... how is it that after marriage, she still acts rude to me, not even caring about her child in my womb, sis.....??" Firlita still felt very afraid to imagine what she would experience if she was really married to Mahendra.
Hanaria took a deep breath, then took it out slowly - the land while remaining focused on her steering wheel.
He understood very well the worries Firlita was thinking when she was with the bloated man. Hanaria felt herself so cruel to Firlita, if she forced the marriage that must occur between the two people who seemed to have forgotten if there was love ever present in their hearts - each of them.
Love?? Could it be the love that was in the hearts of Mahendra and Firlita, or was it just sheer lust that ruled the moment when ignorance ruled their hearts that were lulled.
Now, all that remains is the hatred of Mahendra who insists on not taking responsibility for his actions. As for Firlita, all that was left was the fear caused by the men's harsh treatment. They seem to have forgotten the beauty of the love they had when they were together.
"That's how Firlita is....." Hanaria broke her daydream that she was thinking about.
"We just pray, so that the next step we choose, is the right step. Believe me, God will not allow the trials that happen to us beyond our strength. There must be a way out. Most importantly, do our part as much as we can. And the Lord will do His part according to His love and power." Said Hanaria ending the words - he said. He parked his car in his yard.
Firlita enters the house first, while Hanaria lifts Firlita's belongings and takes her into Firlita's room.
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That morning as she was about to get out of her car, Hanaria saw the handkerchief held by Firlita lying on the spot where Firlita was sitting yesterday afternoon when they came home from the hospital.
He thought that the handkerchief was clean, then brought down, to the garbage tub at the end of the officer's parking lot. Before the blue handkerchief with the beach painting floated towards the landfill, a familiar red sports car stopped in a special parking lot belonging to the Agatsa family.
Hanaria paused her intention to throw away the handkerchief that was about to become that trash. He waited for the owner of the sport to get out of his car which was not far from where he stood.
After a few seconds of waiting, the door of the red sports car was finally wide open.
Long legs clad in smooth and slippery trousers protrude out from behind the wheel. The man stood straight beside his car turned his back on Hanaria. He tidied up his clothes for a moment that was a little messy.
From behind, the man looks so beautiful and charming with his short hair neatly arranged. His long skull showed a small amount of white skin on his neck that was not covered in his shirt crate. Although it has often met and spoken directly, it is not denied, the charm of the successor to the Agatsa family is able to make Hanaria amazed in her heart.
Willy just looked at her flat, he was used to receiving gazes full of admiration from women who were silent or brightly looking at him. Well, maybe this one female employee is also one of the many admirers of his weight, he thought with a cynical smile in his heart. He pressed the remote to lock his car and hurried past Hanaria who was standing glued to the side of the lobby entrance.
A gust of wind hit Hanaria's face, as Willy passed in front of her which was only a few inches away. The familiar scent of perfume in Hanaria's sense of smell made the morning air feel like it was refreshing in the mountains.
Hanaria immediately flinched after a few seconds passed, she suddenly remembered her main purpose why she was standing next to the lobby door waiting for her handsome master.
"Young master." Call Hanaria while running - a small run into the lobby beside chasing the employer who stopped in front of the elevator door of the owner of the company.
Willy stopped his steps right in front of the elevator door he was about to enter. He looked towards Hanaria who was shocked - goopoh approached him. The female employee, who always carried a backpack behind her back, and wore paint shoes, almost matched her height, which was why at the beginning of their meeting, she called Hanaria as the tall lady.
Willy moved his eyebrows up, without saying a word, using only his facial language.
"This handkerchief belongs to the master....." Hanaria presented the blue-colored handkerchief patterned on the beach to Willy, as he stood near his master.
Willy looked at Hanaria's hand that was outstretched at him with a handkerchief in his right hand. He scrunched his forehead, the handkerchief was unfamiliar to him, he looked at Hanaria full of suspicion.
"Tell me miss HANARIA, is this just a mode. How do you get close to me?" His speech was flat looking at the face of Hanaria who had arrived - suddenly dumbfounded to hear his words.
"Mode??" Hanaria thought about the meaning of the employer's words while squinting her eyes at the CEO was confused.
"Yes modus...you used a handkerchief on me, which you got out of nowhere to pick up." Willy said without feeling.
"Young master don't pretend to forget. Handkerchief belonging to this master, you give it to Firlita whose forehead is bleeding due to the door being crushed in the cafe." Hanaria reminded.
"I told you very clearly yesterday, Miss Hana, I have never had a cafe in the past month, let alone met you in the cafe..... Enough to imagine, miss. Wake up from your dream, it's morning and it's time for us to work. Don't talk nonsense anymore, miss. Don't make up stories like I'm playing a part in the stories you're telling." Said Willy trying to make his employees aware of his imagination, his imagination, his dreams, and what was his name.
"This is not nonsense sir... I am serious...." Hanaria still insisted, she felt she did not make up the story as her master had said.
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