The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 107

"Suryanata Temple?" Tomi sharpened her eyesight. Make sure that the man in front of him is indeed the same Rama, who was the target of Marissa.

"Yes, really. I'm not wrong. That's Rama Suryanata. So that woman was his wife?" Tomi turned to Hasna.

Tomi watched the movements of the two. Until the couple came out of the minimarket. Why did he suddenly feel bad after meeting Rama and his wife accidentally?

Tomi comes home soon after completing the payment for her groceries.

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"Where was the meeting? Smoothly?" Rama asked while driving Hasna's car.

"Alhamdulillah. All the teams have been assigned tasks according to their posts. I just need to watch and wait for the report. Maybe H-1 I'll check the location, make sure the preparations." Answer Hasna.

Indeed this is what Rama wants, Hasna does not need to intervene alone, after all his wife has many employees. Moreover, they had just inaugurated their marriage. Rama wants to have a lot of time with Hasna.

Actually he somewhat objected when Hasna said it would inaugurate a new branch of his business in the near future. But after he thought back, there was no harm, the sooner the better. Especially after this they plan to honeymoon. Rama does not want to until the show is interrupted if the progress of his wife has not been realized.

"Should I go with you?" Tawar Rama's.

"No need, Mas Rama just work, I can be alone. Next month, the office wants to be left by the boss on vacation. Time yes now steal the start of the holidays first. Ntar at the end of the work stack, and trouble Pak Ivan who is the same, Mas Rama's new secretary?"

"Tania?" Rama answered briefly.

"Name Tania huh?" Rama nodded.

"Honestly, I'm happy that Mas Rama's secretary has changed, even though there is a drama." Rama smiled slightly hearing that.

"First to the office, pas nganterin lunch, I already feel not good as Ms. Marissa. Emang suudzon is not good, but after seeing the appearance of the office, always makes me nervous." Reveal Hasna.

"Anges?" Rama looked at his wife.

"Yes, how not to fidget try, if at work her husband has a big enough temptation, like Ms. Marissa." Rama smiled and shook his head softly at Hasna's words.

"You're just there." Rama laughed again.

"I'm not making it up. The greatest enemy of man is lust, not a rival of effort or the like." Hasna looked at Rama who was focusing on driving.

"As a wife, I always worry if you imagine you are always in one room with a female model, Ms. Marissa. Her open clothes, her style of walking and talking, must have invited a man's orgasm." Yes Rama justifies that, let alone himself a normal adult male.

"But I was never interested in glancing at him." Rama is defending.

"Yes precisely that, from the unattracted Mas Rama, even made Mbak Marissa increasingly curious to get Mas Rama. Was it proven that there was a slander that said if she was pregnant with your child?" Rama looked at the pretty face beside him. Fortunately, the lights were still on red.

"Someone if you have a high curiosity, will try to resolve the curiosity in various ways. Including the shortcuts that Marissa took at that time." Rama was silent, listening word by word to what his wife was saying.

"I cannot judge if the fault is entirely with Marissa. He was just trying to solve his curiosity to get the attention of Mas Rama. And he also has a chance. But the way he did it was not justified. That's why I got out of control until I slapped Marissa in front of you. Yeah, I admit that I was wrong to do it."

"I was upset by the immoral act that Sister Marissa did. Why must it be at the expense of his honor to ensnare men? Though I'm sure one hundred percent, if it's out there a lot of men who want to accept Mbak Marissa as it is. He sacrificed his future only to achieve his ambitions. As a woman, I feel like my pride has been tarnished by what Ms. Marissa did." Hasna tried to convey her uneg-unegnya for the actions of Marissa at that time.

"He never realized how precious women are in the eyes of our religion. Even women are given a noble position three levels higher than men when they have a title as a mother. From the womb of women too, will be born the next generation of our struggle in the world. Didn't Marissa think about the fate of the child in her womb? Because after all, the boy has every right to know who he's talking to." Hasna.

Both of Rama's lips were tightly clenched, unable to even just say A to keep his lips open. His wife's thoughts were far ahead. The woman is so good at processing her emotions as well as her mind. Hasna judged Marissa's actions from a different point of view. Hasna did not justify, nor did she blame Marissa entirely. Even here he seemed to be getting advice on his problem with Marissa at that time.

If he were in the position of Hasna at that time, it is certain that he would leave the woman without thinking more. For Rama there is no apology for treason.

Hasna rubbed gently the hand of Rama who grasped his right hand.

"That's all, because I'm sure, Mas Rama will not do the same thing that once made Mas Rama feel bad for almost five years." Hasna said with conviction.

Rama smiled and clasped Hasna's right hand, rubbing her cheek gently. Somehow he could describe his wife. He's still very young, but his maturity? He was nothing compared to Hasna.

"Eh, but, is Miss Marissa really pregnant?" Tanya Hasna was curious.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Answer Rama cuek. Hasna exhaled slowly to Rama's reply. Surely her husband was still heartbroken over the slander he was accused of.

"I remember when I was first in the office. It would seem that Ms. Marissa doesn't like it when I go there. It was as if someone was threatening his position. Especially at that time, I still haven't gotten the status clarity." Hasna glanced at Rama with her tail.

"meaning?" Rama looked over and looked at his wife.

"And it was Mr. Ivan yearsya if I was Papa's distant relative. So Mr. Ivan introduced me to Ms. Marissa just as much information as he got. And Ma'am Marissa thinks that I'm a foreign woman too. Could be one of the threats to get you, Mas." Obviously Hasna. Rama pulled a little corner of his lips.

"I'm sorry, I was so stupid. I feel like my life will get messed up when I marry you. But instead I felt crushed as you walked away from my side." Rama grabbed Hasna's hand and kissed her gently. Still wet remembered when Hasna did not return home after the arrival of Marissa to the office at that time.

"But it has passed, and now Mas Rama gets a more polite secretary. Both his clothes and his attitude. I liked. So, I'm not worried anymore." Hasna.

The green light was back on, Rama immediately put his car back on.

"You know what, that Tania is Ivan's cousin." Hasna looked at Rama.

"Oh yeah?" Rama nodded.

"Seriously?" Rama nodded back.

"Can we do it?" Hasna was curious.

"Everything was unintentional. Tania includes a CV as well in the company, just like any other applicant. It was just that during the interview he immediately greeted Ivan. Uh don't know they're cousins." Rama Reveal.

"But, Mas Rama received Mbak Tania not because he was still a brother with Mr. Ivan, right?"

"No. Tania passed through the selection as well as the others. His plausibility, he is experienced in his field, having worked in a large company in the city where he used to live." Obviously Rama.

"Oh, it's appropriate that they're sisters."

"Why?"

"Well, because they have pretty much the same personality. Humble and fun." Praise Hasna. The woman even smiled.

"If Tania is a nice person. But what about Ivan? He's a real bitch." Sarcas Rama, Hasna frowned in wonder.

"Instant?" He didn't hear wrong, did he?

"Yes, Ivan's a very annoying assistant. Because he has said that he admires you to me. You're the wife of the boss." Hasna refracted both of her neutrals and reflexively turned to Rama who had changed fashion.

"Admiring? What do you mean, huh?" Hasna tried to ascertain the meaning of her husband's words.

Rama was silent, not intending to answer his wife's question. Because he himself was released when he said it earlier. The man chose to refocus on the streets.

"Damn it, you're Ivan. Because Hasna praised you, I let go of saying that you're an admirer of Hasna."