Married Young Master Arogan

Haina, The Soap Maker

What do you think about life in the village? It must be the simple life of the villagers who are very familiar with nature. So did Haina the maker of herbal soap, beautiful village flowers. The eldest son of a coffee garden manager owned by another man named Tanu and his wife Hayati.

Later Haina and her family got a tough test of life. The old house owned by relatives they live in arrived - suddenly sold by the owner. They had to move out immediately because the house would soon be leveled to the ground. The family economy is difficult. The money is just enough to pay for Hagi's delinquent tuition, Haina's only sister who is still in school and living in the city.

Even though only a few months ago the mother underwent surgery to remove the uterus because of the pain she suffered. Savings that have been collected for a long time really drained out. They're in real trouble.

Haina sits cross-legged on her bed, collecting sheets of money she collects from her work at a herbal soap factory in the next village. Her beautiful lips kamit counting the money from the piggy bank he broke earlier.

"Three million eight hundred and fifty thousand! It seems like enough to be combined with Dad's money." he said happily as he brandished the money into the air with both hands.

Haina put the money in an envelope and went downstairs, running to the kitchen where her mother was cooking a side dish ordered by artisans who were building a large warehouse at the end of the village.

"Mom...Mama! looks like we can move into that rented house. This money must be enough to combine with the rest of Dad's savings." The girl exclaimed cheerfully while thrusting a white envelope containing her savings earlier.

Seeing that Bu Hayati sumringah, but a moment later a sad look appeared on her face. How he was not sad while he knew the money was his daughter's hard-earned money almost a year's worth of saving from working in a herbal soap factory. Haina, the dutiful and great-spirited eldest daughter. Her daughter wants to take a cooking course in the city, dreaming of becoming a culinary entrepreneur.

Bu Hayati stopped her activity of picking chili stalks. Then take Haina to sit in the long chair in the kitchen.

"Thank you Son. But then you can't sign up for the course next month." she said sadly.

"It's okay, Haina's sincere Ma'am"

"I'm sorry Mother.." a single tear escaped the eyes of Haina's living angel. The frail body was held by his daughter.

"Haina is young Mom. There are still many opportunities and a lot of time to keep trying and fighting, surely it can be if we keep the spirit. Didn't Mom and Dad always teach that to Haina and Hagi?" said Haina with a smile while putting a white envelope held by the mother.

The mother grew sad, hearing the words from her daughter's lips. Her real daughter is an adult, a proud girl who is always understanding, compassionate and devoted. As a mother her heart aches for not being able to give her what she needs. But what to say is that they really cannot realize the dream of the child for now.

"All right, let me give it to your dad later. Tomorrow can be taken to a house that has a contract" said Bu Hayati

Both then passed by with their own busyness. Haina leads her bike and starts pedaling her bike vigorously on the village streets. The herbal soap factory where he works is in the village next door, it takes thirty-five minutes by bicycle to get there.

Approaching the climbs with the turn Haina increasingly pedaling fast her bike. He immediately turned to the left, but unfortunately a car speeding grazed his bicycle tire. Haina and her bike bounced into the rice field.

"Ouch! Oh gosh. Hey, this is a village road not a race track!" haina yelled annoyed while trying to pull her bike to the grater. His shoes were covered in dirt, his pants torn at the knee because they crashed.

The car appeared to be moving backwards towards the rice field area where Haina fell. A dapper-clothed man came from behind the car running.

"I'm sorry Miss! Are you hurt?" tanyanya while looking at Haina from head to toe in panic.

"Not only was my knee a little chafed and my clothes dirty" the girl said as she shook off the ground that stuck to her pants. Fortunately the rice field was not inundated with water so only his pants were dirty.

"We're in a hurry right now, so please accept this as compensation, miss." Said the man while taking out his wallet and grabbing a few pieces of money and thrusting them at Haina.

"This alone is enough to buy you a new pair of pants." Haina took just one sheet from the man's fingers. "But please take me to the next village, I can't go to work on this bike" Haina continued, pointing to her broken bicycle chain.

"Don't joke! This is a village not a city, where there are taxis here. Please deliver me!" haina said she didn't want to lose.

"Can't, Miss. We're hunting..."

"Ttiiinnn..tiiiinnn!"

Sure enough said the man. The sound of car horns was heard repeatedly. Someone was waiting anxiously and impatiently behind the wheel of the luxury car. The man's face in front of Haina seemed agitated, then the man immediately ran after repeating his apology.

"Once again forgive me" said the man.

Haina does not accept being left in this situation. How could he have gone to work with a broken bicycle and a scuffed leg, he must have been late. Suddenly his recklessness appeared and then came running after the man and got into the luxury car. Haina sat in the passenger seat and closed the door.

"I don't need this much money, just drop me off. We must be one way, I want to go to the next village. You must have gone that way, right?" exclaiming Haina then leaned forward, putting the compensation money with the origin near the porsneling lever. Then hugged his sash bag tightly, maintaining his courage.

However, he must not be late to work, or else the foreman of the basket factory in his place of work will impose penalties. The last time he was sentenced to clean all the tools and the factory by himself until late at night. The foreman is always looking for his mistakes, cornered himself and then gave the choice to continue to be punished or volunteer to be his young wife.

"out! Get out of my car, dirty girl!" hardik someone from behind the steering wheel. "Jun, drag him!" screeching growl.

"What's? Really arrogant and heartless, you should apologize for bumping into me!" haina grouse in heart.

"Good Sir". Jun, the man who was ordered nodded his head then got out of the car. He walked over gontai, feeling guilty to the girl sitting behind. He understood the girl's urgent situation created by her Master's reckless mistake of wanting to drive alone when emotions were running through her. But on the other hand he will also face an uncomfortable situation when defending the girl.

While Haina was trembling in fear. Was he really that unlucky today? Why meet that crazy, arrogant driver and get dragged away by him.

"Quick down Miss. Help me!" june said after opening the door.

Haina did not budge, she shook her head in disbelief. However Jun only retorted with a heartfelt look begging for Haina to comply.

"Basic slow!" grumbled the impatient driver. The man got out of the car and walked quickly and pushed Jun.

Haina is shocked when her wrists are forced to get down from the luxury car. Haina staggered, her body smashing into the chest of the man who pulled her wrist.

Haina was stunned, what a handsome face the man in front of her was so dazzling. Yet the expression on that face frightened him, a cold gaze that was so intimidating.

"Go up Jun fast or I'll leave you!" said the arrogant man after removing Haina's body from before him. The girl was pushed aside with an annoyed face.

"Your Young Master!"

The two men returned to the car and left Haina by the roadside. The car went away. Haina stared in disbelief, only this time she met someone so arrogant.

"Wine! How'this?" haina. Now he had no choice but to guide his bike and start walking, hoping for a rickshaw bike that farmers used to rent to transport vegetables on the road.

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