OPEN YOUR MASK, PRINCESS!
Episode 4 WHERE AM I?
Sometimes life doesn't give you much choice. You can back off, forward, or hold on. Right now all I can do is the last resort, survive!
“Guard Wei... Are you back?”
A foreign-faced man bowed his body then extended a hand to Yue Hwa. Smiles
exuding a kind aura, giving a sense of comfort to the little girl in front of him. But before the helping hand was welcomed, Yue Hwa was already unconscious. The man swiftly lifted the tiny body in an embrace and carried it away from that cold place.
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“Mother, this hanfu dress is very nice, I really like it.”
“Iya, very suitable for you. You can wear it at the Lunar” festival
The typical laughter of the mother, the fragrant body that makes the longing. Yue Hwa hugged her mother tightly,
a decapitation that would be inseparable by anything, until a large veined hand pulled his body. He was separated from his mother.
“Mother....” Yue Hwa's shout woke her up. Apparently just a dream. Maybe the longing carried over to nature
dreamlike. He rubbed his eyes, his blurred vision slowly becoming clear.
“Nona has woken” middle-aged man in a formal long-sleeved shirt suit gives a greeting
familiar.
“Who are you?” yue Hwa's consciousness had yet to fully return, perhaps half of his life was in loading.
“Include, I am the incarnation of Wei Ming Fung. From this moment on will protect the miss until the end
life.” The man smiled seductively at his little employer who seemed to have yet to understand his true circumstances.
“Just like the lady who has changed appearance, I have also made changes for safety
we together. Miss, I am the bodyguard of Wei.” Wei saluted Yue Hwa, her body bowing in half with both hands upright beside the body.
Yue Hwa ignored the formality, he immediately rushed to hug Wei. “You are back... I am so happy!” he wept, at last he was not alone in this wicked world.
“Why did you come back so long? I. I. fear you die.” Yue Hwa started to sob.
“Will I tell you later, miss must be hungry. Let's find food and continue the journey.” Wei leads
the walk. Not wasting time is the right thing right now.
A bowl of dumpling noodles whipped out hot steam, the aroma stirring the entire stomach of Yue Hwa who was already
we've been starving all night. Last time he filled the stomach yesterday morning and became the last breakfast with the people he loved, but did not love him. Impatiently waiting for the noodles before him to cool down, Yue Hwa hurriedly devoured them with wooden chopsticks.
Wei smiled at the innocence of her little miss. Later innocence and indulgence may disappear gradually. He will be a strong person and can take care of himself. It was at least Wei's hope, not until when he could protect the straight black haired lady.
“Nona, after eating we will continue the journey to the airport. I have prepared our new needs and identity.” Wei issued passports, plane tickets and a number of other documents that Yue Hwa did not understand.
“We where are the guards of Wei?” Yue Hwa had no interest in sipping noodles anymore. He put the chopsticks on the bowl. His finger tapped softly on the wooden table, the scream of the table disguising his anxiety.
“It wasn't my photo!” cut Yue Hwa. He forgot his new face was like that.
“Nona, that's the deal we have to make clear. Maybe she's not used to the new face.
One more thing that changed, from now on the name of the lady is Weini. And please call me Mr. Haris.”
“Pak Haris? Weini?” Yue Hwa held his face, he completely forgot to change his face. “Alright, I
understand. Since we are already struggling to live, let's continue this fight so as not to die easily. Mr. Haris, I'm counting on you!” Yue Hwa nodded respectfully and thankfully.
“I will not apply formally to Miss, not to be presumptuous but to keep this disguise safe. Miss must be normal, during the inspection at the airport should not panic. I've been preparing this for a long time and it's time to execute the plan.”
Yue Hwa nodded in understanding. He continued eating, maybe this was the last time he ate noodles
in country. The rest is just a dark childhood memory.
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A taxi drove by, taking Weini and Haris to the airport. The deal's already begun
since the bowl of dumpling noodles has been eaten. They will use a new identity and try not to make mistakes. But Weini didn't know where Haris was going to take her, not a good time to ask. Moreover, the situation is not yet safe, who knows there are spies from his father around. Everything feels
maybe, and they can't be careless.
The red light was on at the crossroads, the car stopped. High-rise skyscrapers and traffic and pedestrian activities bear witness to how empty Weini is. This is an unspoken farewell. Hongkong, hongkongs,
you dumped me?
The car window was knocked from the outside, a newspaper boy presented his merchandise. Driver opens
glass and bought a newspaper, before he had time to read, the lights had turned green. The driver offered the newspaper to Haris then he hurried to continue the journey.
Haris glanced at the writing on the first page of the newspaper, he was quite surprised. Incredibly within 24 hours, her little miss turned into a fugitive. He thrust at Weini, a blink of an eye hinting to keep the girl calm.
Weini was no less surprised, as enthusiastic as his father put an ad to anyone who could find him alive with a fantastic wage. 100 million dollars, you appreciate me that much father? Weini muttered in his mind. Not even a tiger will eat its cubs, but its father can. Is he worth calling dad? Another story with Wei who has no blood ties, but desperately protects him to the point of willingly
change your face and leave your family. Weini felt that Haris was more worthy of being a father and receiving service from him.
The car slowly slowed until it stopped completely. The airport was in sight, Weini increasingly steadily rushed to leave his country.
“Haris, before leaving here, please answer one question I.”
“Please” Haris is no longer formal, he replied in a flat tone.
“Where will my house be?”
Haris smiled wryly, free to cover it now. Sooner or later Weini will ask. You must be tough, miss.
“Jakarta.”
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