OPEN YOUR MASK, PRINCESS!
Episode 5 NEW LIFE, NEW HOPE
Jakarta, July 2004
The weather is quite hot in the western part of Jakarta. A city that is still very foreign after the arrival of Weini yesterday. It arrives when the night is very late and the surrounding activity begins to wane. The trip that spent five hours on the plane, plus a land trip that was no less draining. He immediately broke down when he arrived at a small house far from the word luxury. His eyes had to adapt even now to look around the house. Haris said it was a rented house, without any furniture, just a narrow room without a bulkhead.
“Your mother gave me a lot of money, but we can't just wear it before me
get work. Hope you can be patient, this is only temporary.” Haris seemed to be able to read Weini's mind. He stared at the little girl's anger, the new atmosphere did not make him comfortable but what a force, this was indeed a form of escape that was full of sacrifice.
“Pak Haris... I'm hungry!”
Weini held onto her stomach, not really hungry. He only acts so that Haris stops giving him
understanding. Weini is quite understanding and believes everything Haris does is the best for him, so he has no right to complain under any circumstances.
Haris gasped, not expecting little lady to say hungry when she was ready to hear
his complaint. “Oh I'm sorry, yesterday's long journey must have made you tired and hungry. Let's find breakfast together around the complex.”
They walked hand in hand, a middle-aged man and a plain oriental girl. Their chemistry is very strong, many would think they are a familiar father and son. Deep in Haris' heart, he misses his wife and three children, as well as Weini who still very much lost the figure of his parents and brother.
A traveling cart steals the attention of Weini, an elderly sweaty grandfather pushing his sales wagon. Weini was glued to the point of not continuing her steps. Haris realized what her young miss was paying attention to. He called the old grandfather. Even with the wheelbarrow, the grandfather with gray hair was selling chicken porridge. Two bowls of warm porridge are the breakfast options of Weini and Haris.
“Lezat! Just this time I was eating porridge as good as having a grandfather.” Babe Weini is excited. Unfortunately compliments
it did not make Grandpa smile, instead the old man frowned because he did not understand what Weini was talking about.
Haris was blown up, like a drama scene of alien life with humans who do not understand each other's language. He immediately initiated the rigidity of the situation between the young miss and the old grandfather who were glued to each other. “I'm sorry my son, sir. He just moved here and doesn't understand Indonesian yet. He said your porridge is very good, next time want to keep tasting it.”
The old grandfather heard it with a sigh. The praise from the first customer this morning felt like a blessing.
When Haris paid, the grandfather patted the money from Haris onto the cover of the porridge pan. “Laris... bestselling.. thanks Yes Nak.”.
The sound of the wheelbarrow getting away did not make Weini's gaze detach from the grandfather. He admires
the work spirit of the grandfather who was estimated to be in his 70s, at the age of twilight was still strong fighting for money. While he who was born abundant in treasure, now suddenly changed the fate that could not be predicted like what in the future. Just imagining it makes him bow his head.
“Do we want to continue walking? Circling the streets of this complex alone who knows there is something interesting.” Haris melted the atmosphere, breaking the gloomy daydream in Weini's mind.
Two pairs of legs that step always cross paths with people who pass by. Much of
hurrying as if there were no more tomorrow, walking half-run after time. Also seen sitting relaxed, observing every passing pedestrian. Meanwhile traders with various carts and various foods lined up along the edge of the road. Dense and Visible life ‘life’.
“Pak Haris, why are you fluent with the language here?” curiosity finally could not silence
Wein. He was tempted to ask why his bodyguard was so good at everything. Haris had no trouble with the new environment, but it was very foreign to Weini who had just come here for the first time. Haris actually looks poultice with the ins and outs of the road and place here.
“I was also the first time here, but I used my heart to guess them.” Harris answered
without looking. His gaze remained straight ahead, ignoring Weini's curious glare that seemed to draw the heart.
“I will teach you. But now you have to work on your own to learn the local language. I
sure you're quick to master it.”
Weini nodded. Haris is right, there is nothing that cannot be learned, even though Haris is very eloquent. He intends to learn it someday.
“You have a child, sir. Now that you're with me, how are they?” guilt
enveloped Weini's heart. Indirectly he made another child lose his father. “Hell will need you, but Mr. Haris will take care of me.” Weini's tears were shed, and she began to blame herself.
“They're fine, you don't worry about it. Your mother will look after them for me, just like me
take care of you.” Haris had to lie and there would definitely be other lies to cover each other up. What can be done, the reality is too bitterly accepted six-year-old girl. It would only shrink his confidence to start a new sheet.
“Really? You still care about me?” Weini pulled Haris' arm. A code to stop the move. He had to look at Haris gaze when answering his question. Is there honesty from both eyes Haris.
Haris nodded steadily. “Your mother is reliable. Without the help of the big madam, we can't possibly get out of Hongkong.”
“Oh thank goodness, mom still protects me.”
There will come a time when the truth will be revealed, where the power of God is more than the magic power that protects you at this time, Miss. Grow up to be a strong girl, the girl who inherited the blood of the Li extended family. One day, this diamond will be searched again. Trust me, Miss Yue Hwaku.
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