The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 102

"Wouldn't we spend a few more days here?" Rama asked as Hasna was packing their clothes.

Today they will check out of the hotel. But it seems like Rama was reluctant to leave the room they occupied last night. The man was still comfortably coiled under the covers, while Hasna was busy packing.

"Yesterday Mama said, if we are asked to stay at Mama's house for a few days." Sahut Hasna's.

"Then, do you agree?" Hasna stopped her movement to put Rama's clothes in the suitcase, and looked at her husband.

"Must be rejected? We rarely stay at Mama's house." The woman put the stuff back in.

"Ckk. There we will never be able to spend time together. Mama will say, Rama don't make your wife too tired." Rama's words imitated the mother's words. Hasna smiled hearing that.

"It's like you've never been a newlywed. I'm tired too. Who's my push-up, how do you say you're tired?" Hasna laughed at her husband's words.

The more here, Hasna got to know the character of Rama. If at the beginning of their marriage Rama is a cold figure, indifferent also arrogant, in contrast to the present Rama. That man is more boyish. Especially when it comes to mother and sister, it must be easy to sulk.

"Mas, it's not good to talk about parents like that." Hasna said in her laugh.

"I don't want to go home today. We just got home. We were content when we were both, before Mama and Nayla would bother us." Rama really doesn't want to go home.

The man took his phone from the top of the nightstand. Like you're contacting someone.

"Ma, Rama and Hasna can't go home today." Rama is calling Mama.

"Loh, what are you doing? Hasna didn't tell you, if Mama told you to check out today? My mom cooked a lot. Why not go home?" Mama's Protest.

"We still want to spend time here, Ma." Rama.

"No way, you should go home now."

Tut, Tut, Tut.

The phone connection was cut off unilaterally, Rama again clucked annoyed at him.

"Where, Mas? So the day after her return?" Hasna asked half-literate Rama. The woman knew that Rama had gotten a rejection from Mama just now.

"So then. We'll be at Mama's house later tonight. After dinner we went back to the hotel. Mama doesn't want to lose the cooking." Said Rama who then covered his entire body with a thick blanket.

What the fuck, out of Mama's house, then sleep again in the hotel.

Drrr...

"If Mama persuades you, say no!" Rama said from behind a blanket when he heard Hasna's phone ringing.

"Dimas?" Mumbled Hasna.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Na. I'm sorry, can I have your address?" Dimas asked from a phone call.

"The address? What's for?" Rama pulled out his blanket when he heard his wife's sentence.

"I'm sorry, yesterday my family couldn't come. It just so happens that I was in the district where you had the title of the event yesterday. I want to leave the house for you." Dimas.

Last night did not come at their wedding reception.

"No need to bother, Dimas." Resist the fine Hasna.

Rama straightened his body when he heard his wife say the name Dimas. The young man he had met at Rus' grandfather's house at that time.

"But, Na, I've been deket loh, I told you to come back again anyway. You send the location of your home. I just gave you a gift, not too long." Urge Dimas.

Hasna turned to Rama who was already sitting upright with ears that listened well to the one-sided conversation between herself and Dimas.

"Dimas wants to see you. I want to give you a gift." Lirih Hasna shut down the speaker.

"See you at the hotel restaurant." Rama.

Rama just wanted to make sure if the man named Dimas was really just sending wedding gifts for them. No need to give an address, could be dangerous later. Enough at this hotel.

"I'm still at the hotel, Dim. You can meet us at the restaurant on the ground floor." Hasna.

"Okay, I'm deket. Fifteen minutes, until."

"Okay, be careful, yeah. Assalamu'alaikum."

Hasna put her phone back on. Accidentally turned to look at Rama who had put on his sour face.

"Mas Rama why?" Hasna asked who was astonished to see the expression of her husband.

"Other times if the phone is the same as a man, do not use to say be careful all. I'm like a boyfriend." Sewot Rama's. Apparently Rama was putting on a jealous mode.

Hasna walked closer to Rama. Then crawl up on the bed. The woman sat on the lap of her husband. Rama was a little surprised by Hasna's behavior. All this time, he was very dominant and aggressive. But now it was Hasna who started it.

"Maafr..." Hasna gently rubbed the handsome face of the husband.

"Mas Rama is jealous?" Hasna asked in between her strokes on Rama's face.

Of jealousy? If Rama says he is jealous, he can be ashamed of himself later. Hasna rarely said she missed him. Yes indeed Rama admitted if he often felt jealous and over thinking if Hasna discussed other men. Even when I just say his name.

Rama did not do so without reason. It has been proven how his sister's college friend blatantly expressed his love for hasna. Then Ivan, his assistant who several times expressed his admiration for his wife. Not to mention the words of Mama some time ago, who said if there was a man who had proposed to his wife through his mother. And all that was enough to make Rama alert.

Fortunately, they had their wedding inaugurated. So the public knows if they are a couple. At least, if anyone tried to get close to Hasna, they would think not just twice, but many times.

"Mas Rama would have known that Dimas was a friend when I was a child. Later I will know Mas Rama the same Dimas, so there is no misunderstanding. He also came here just to anterin gifts from the house for us. We'll also invite Mr. Hamid and his family." Now the gentle swipe went down the chest of the man's field.

Rama closed his eyes, enjoying every gentle touch of his wife. Suddenly Rama grabbed Hasna's hand in his chest. He held it tightly, and looked at his wife with a glare.

"Don't try to seduce me, honey. Or I'll lock you up all day in my room with me." Soft whisper.

Hasna repelled both her neutrals. It seems like the wrong strategy. His intention to persuade Rama, instead ended up fishing a sleeping lion. It can be bad if it doesn't move fast.

Hasna briefly kissed Rama's lips, making the man lose his focus by a few seconds. And it was used by Hasna to escape immediately and escape from the lap of the man.

"Mas, we'd better get ready, we'll be ready soon." Say Hasna while running small towards the bathroom.

"Hasnaaaa...." Rama huddled when something made him feel uneasy.

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Dimas had already sent a message to Hasna if he had reached the hotel restaurant. Dimas surveyed the surroundings, the hotel where Hasna held the reception was so majestic. Five star hotels in their city. Can be sure if Hasna's husband's family is not a random person.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Dimas. Sorry to wait so long, huh?" The soft voice greeted Dimas' hearing.

The man turned his head and found that the woman in the hijab was smiling at him.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, just now, Na. Not even an order has come." Dimas. The man smiled warmly until he saw dimples on both cheeks.

"Dimas, peacetime. Mas Rama, Hasna's husband." Hasna introduces Rama to Dimas.

It is very dangerous to have a friend of the opposite sex who is so close since childhood and one of them has been married. It will make slander if it does not involve a partner when there is a meeting like this.

"Rama." Rama extended his hand towards Dimas.

"Dimas." Dimas shook Rama's hand. Dimas watched Rama closely.

"It seems we've met. If it's not wrong, at Mr. Rusdi's house." Dimas. Rama nodded with a smile on his lips.

"Yes, we met accidentally that time." Rama confirmed Dimas' speech.

"So you've met before? Then we better continue our conversation by sitting back." Hasna. The woman waved her hand calling the waiters to just order a drink as well as a snack.

"You don't have to order that much food, Na. I'll just be a minute." Dimas.

"No papa, Dim. Consider this a banquet from us." Say Hasna with a smile on her back, making Dimas also pull the two corners of his lips upwards.

"Oh yeah, here's a parcel from us. Hope you guys like it. Sorry again, because yesterday we stopped coming. Grandma's not feeling well, so we don't have the heart to leave her alone at home with Grandpa." Dimas placed a paper bag and thrust it in front of Hasna.

"It's okay, Dimas. You don't have to bother with this either." Hasna.

"Greetings to Mr. Hamid as well as to Ms. Madah. Insha Allah, if not idle, we will visit Madam later." Further. The woman looked at Rama who was looking at her.

"No need to bother, Na. Especially you newlyweds. Just pray Grandma may always be given health." Dimas.

Rama noticed the interaction between the two. The way Dimas looked at Hasna, the way the man spoke and looked at his wife, nothing made him suspicious. It seemed true what his wife said, if they were just friends, nothing more.

Dimas is a fun figure. Even men are easily familiar with new people. Evidently if Rama also felt comfortable also connected when talking with the young man.

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