HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
Episode 79 Reymon's Heart
Early in the morning, Willy woke up. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he came out of his room, he smelled the smell of toast coming from his kitchen.
"Mas Rey is awake??" Willy asked as he approached Reymon, when he saw he was busy in the kitchen in the morning blind, he glanced at the watch in his hand, the new time showed at 04.50 am.
"Yes... mas deliberately wake up early - early in the morning, to make us breakfast. Because today, mas will return to the hamlet. Come, come here young master, we have breakfast together......." Take Reymon, he put the toast in the serving dish, put the garfu and knife in it. Reymon pulled the chair, and let Willy sit down.
"Thank you Rey........"Willy sat down in the chair Reymon had reserved for him. Reymon placed a plate of toast that he had arranged well, then placed it in front of Willy and hot tea beside his plate.
""I'm not used to breakfast too early in Rey's morning......" Said Willy again, staring at the toast and hot tea that was billowing in front of him.
"Mas is also not used to breakfast too early young master, especially in the morning - blind mornings like this. Sometimes we have to do it, for a reason. For example, traveling far away like a mas today." Reymon said with a faint smile, showing dimples on both sides of his cheeks. As a fellow man, Willy admitted, if the man sitting in front of him does have a pretty handsome face with his exotic skin.
Willy glanced at Reymon's calm face before him. He then grabbed the still hot tea, then took a sip with his heart, then put the tea cup back on the table, next to the toast plate.
"Evening, I went to dinner with Shasie, Hanaria's best friend." Reymon opened the screwdriver. His eyes remained focused on the cup of tea before him, while folding his hands in front of his chest. The air in the morning was very cold.
Willy looked at Reymon's face not looking at him. The man, who was nine years older than him, took a deep breath, before continuing his words.
"Actually, Shasie and Hanaria, and her three other friends had made a dinner together, but because Hanaria was not feeling well, they canceled her dinner. So, Shasie called me, to meet me." Reymon continued, the view he still directed at the hot tea cup that let out steam above it.
"Mas. My phone didn't pick up, and my WhatsApp messages weren't read until this morning. Frankly, I was worried about him." Willy sipped his hot tea with heart, listening to Reymon's words flowing like calm water.
"Hanaria did not want to tell me where the address where she lived in mas. And I asked Shasie to tell me her home address, but she wouldn't tell me because it was forbidden by Hanaria." Reymon nodded back. He straightened his head, looking straight into the eyes of Willy who was sitting opposite him. Willy tried to keep receiving Reymon's gaze, a gaze that seemed to penetrate to his heart.
"Young master, I've seen the video of the young master holding Hanaria into the young master's office, which is 6 seconds long." Degg's......! Willy immediately felt nervous, but he still tried as calmly as possible in front of Reymon.
"Mas knew Hanaria well, not for a day or two. When he was a baby, he was 9 years old, although different ages, we got along well, until now, he was like my own brother."
"That's why I trust Hanaria more than the video or the caption. Hanaria could not have done what the video maker or the caption alleged. What is seen in the video, or described in the caption, does not necessarily represent the true event." Reymon said with conviction.
"When I met the young master at the restaurant this afternoon, I actually wanted to express my feelings to him for the umpteenth time, but Hanaria took Shasie with her. Then mas tried to invite him to meet tonight, but he already had an appointment with his friends."
"Mas is very serious with him young master. In fact, mas already applied for it officially in front of both our parents, unfortunately rejected." Reymon returned with a bitter smile on his lips. Then continue his words.
"Despite this, I have not given up, before Hanaria belongs to anyone else." Willy was still staring at Reymon's face which spoke clearly, with an attitude that remained calm. He could see the earnestness of every word that came out of Reymon's mouth. The old man seemed to really love Hanaria, her employee.
Reymon grabbed his cup of tea that was not too hot, he took it several times, then put it back on the table. The toast in front of him, he immediately cut it into pieces, and immediately put it in his mouth using garfu.
Willy ate his toast. Although he actually did not want to eat breakfast, but his presence at the breakfast table, when listening to Reymon's words about Hanaria, made him finally have to eat the toast in front of him.
"It's not without reason, I'm passing this all on to the young master." Reymon's voice rang out again, after he finished his morning breakfast. Willy looked back at Reymon, who was also looking at him with an unusual look. He waited for Reymon to speak with feelings that began to err.
"Is there something that has happened between the young master and Hanaria?" Reymon's question sounded jolted, Willy felt an overwhelming nervousness strike him, though he tried to be calm and ordinary - it could be.
"What makes Rey think that?" Willy asked back, he tried to cover up his nervousness, and hoped not to say a word wrong, because it could have made things more complicated.
"The clothes that Hanaria was wearing at lunch time earlier, are the same as the clothes in the 6-second video. And when we met, young master and Hanaria seemed to not know each other, but the girl was always friendly to everyone, she never looked at feathers. His gaze when looking at the young master was impressed with fear? All of it brought mas at one point the question, was there something that had happened, between the young master and Hanaria?" Reymon repeated his question again earlier, this time the thin-moustached man emphasized his words more.
Willy thought for a moment, while Reymon continued to look at him closely, waiting for an honest answer from the mouth of the man who had been cared for by his grandmother when he was a baby until childhood.