The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 111

Rama is fresher now. The man chose to pray Isya' first before sleeping with his wife. After that, he immediately prepared for sleep.

He saw a beautiful face that looked so peaceful lulled into the dream. He kissed the soft forehead of the wife who enveloped his entire body, and all that was seen was the head only.

Rama immediately took a position on the empty side of the wife. Both of his neutrals were perfectly stretched when he grabbed the blanket that enveloped Hasna's body. His breath stopped as well.

"Hasna's." Erang.

It was very desirable that he confined the woman at this time, but he did not have the heart when he saw her peaceful face. Rama repeatedly inhaled a long breath and threw it away slowly to neutralize the taste that had almost exploded. But it seems like his efforts were in vain. With a quick step Rama immediately went out of the room and chose to go to the gym room next to his study.

Rama chose to run on a treadmill to take his mind off. Almost thirty minutes he did, and successfully, he was calmer now. Rama went down and lay down on the mat with breath still hunting. Eyes closed. Sweat was seen flooding all over his body. Even the clothes he was wearing were wet with sweat.

"Mas."

Rama sharpened his hearing, as if someone called his name. Slowly his eyes opened and found a beautiful figure standing smilingly staring at him. A very similar figure to his wife.

The woman was wearing very thin silk clothes. With transparent lace decoration in some parts. Even the curves of his body look so clear. Moreover, the color of marun is so contrasted with the pure white skin. Makes the eyes feel pampered.

Rama shook his head quickly, as if he was getting rid of his perverted thoughts.

"O Allah, astaghfirullah. Why does the shadow feel so real? In vain servant ran for half an hour, if this thought was still chaotic and filled with uncontrollable desire. You're so sexy Hasna, even when only your shadow is what I see." The mess is not funny.

Hasna drew closer, groping Rama's forehead which was still flooded with sweat.

"Ahhhhh... Why just imagining you touching me, I feel this crazy, Hasna. Go away, don't bother me. Let me calm down, for my wife has been lulled into a dream. Hush..hush..go." Ramah shook his hand in front of Hasna.

Hasna frowned, and now she was driven away like a cat. Actually what's with her husband, why does his behavior change strange. Is it because of too much stress thinking about work and often overtime that makes it strange?

"Mas, what's wrong with you?" Ask Hasna. It was strange how Rama did this time.

Rama rubs his eyes, assuring his vision if he is not looking wrong. Rama sat down when he saw nothing changed. It means he is not hallucinating.

"Darling?" Rama touched his wife's face and arms. And sure enough, the one in front of him was indeed the wife.

"What the hell are you, Mas?"

Not answering, instead he threw a rough breath as if releasing a huge burden.

"You look at me as if you're seeing a ghost. Where to use the show ngusir-ngusir all, already like cats know not?" The woman's lips look coiled.

"You're done..." Rama did not continue his sentence. He pulled the woman into his lap.

"You teased me on purpose, huh? Hmmm." Rama began to breathe the distinctive aroma of the wife's body.

"Tempting, you mean?"

"This outfit?" Rama deliberately lowered a thin rope on the wife's shoulder and began to give wet kisses there.

"This is Nayla's wedding gift." Rama again straightened his head when he heard the name of his brother called.

You little boy, you know, but this time what he gave you was amazingly beneficial for the big brother. The proof tonight, the strange clothes have been worn by Hasna. Yes, Rama admitted if Hasna's surprise succeeded with the help of a gift from his sister.

Rama again clutched tightly the tiny body of the wife. Tasting the sweetness of cherry lips that has always been his favorite. Quickly, the man lifted the wife's body and brought her back to the room.

"Time for sport." Pekik Rama's.

Not in vain he ran for thirty minutes on the treadmill, finally the real exercise can be done now. Think of it as a warm-up, and now it will enter the core sport.

***

Trings

One notification went into the phone, making Nayla close her eyes. It seems he forgot to turn off his cellular data.

"Ckk." His grunt.

Nayla grabs the flat object intending to turn off her cellular data. But what he saw, made him undo his intentions.

"Oh em ji, Brother Rama? Seriously?" Nayla opened her mouth wide.

"I'm not dreaming anymore, am I?" Nayla pinched his arm.

"Aww.sick, it's not a dream." The girl smiled broadly at the rows of numbers lined up in her m-banking notification.

"Oh em ji, Brother Rama. Hopefully Kak Rama will no longer be exhausted thanks to this much transfer. If you are aware, you can ask to be reversed." Her great-grandchild.

Soon Nayla typed in a message for her older brother. Make sure that Rama is not being transferred wrongly.

~Kak Rama out of transfer?~ Nayla.

~Not sent wrong?~ Nayla.

~Log in my account loh.~ Nayla.

~If there is a technical error, Nay can not turn back well. I consider this the sustenance of sister Solehah.~ Nayla. A message with a series of laughing emoticons.

A message was sent to Nayla on Rama. One minute, two minutes, it's still the same. Message has not been read. Nayla was breathing out violently. It seems like his brother sent the wrong transfer. Moreover, the nominal is large, unlike the nominal that each month received from Rama.

Nayla put her phone back on, and turned off her mobile data first. But he has not activated yet, one message from Rama entered first.

~Make you, as a thank you sign.~ Rama.

Nayla read it over and over again, and the content remained the same.

"Huh, seriously? I'm not dreaming anymore." Selorohnya.

Immediately he typed a reply to Rama. Not finished he type, one message has entered first.

~No need to reply to chat, or next month without pocket money.~ Rama.

Glug

Without pocket money? Soon he removed the message he would send to Rama, for the sake of saving his monthly allowance. Gawat, indeed powerful threat Rama.

"Well, thankfully I haven't sent it yet. Okay, mending me to sleep, who knows get a surprise also from Ms. Hasna, hahaha."

***

Rama had left for the office since morning, because the meeting had been scheduled at lunchtime, at the reschedule to be morning by the client. No problem, instead Rama is happy because his work will be finished soon.

Hasna was getting ready to go to her cake shop. And according to Rama's request, he asked Mr. Mamat to deliver him.

"Are you ready, Mommy?" Ask Mr. Mamat who has prepared a car to deliver Hasna.

"Already, sir."

Hasna immediately entered after Mr. Mamat opened the door for her.

"Pak Mamat why bother opening the door anyway? Hasna can be alone." Hasna.

"According to Mas Rama's request, Ma'am. The message was like this, Mr. Mamat please deliver my wife, make sure it is safe until the destination. That, Ma'am." The words of Mr. Mamat imitated the words of Rama to him this morning.

Hasna shook her head softly, inexhaustible with Rama's attitude. The man treated her like he was treating a child. Rama is overprotective.

"Yes, we're on our way, sir."

"Ready Ma'am."

Mr. Mamat immediately headed for the steering wheel to deliver Hasna immediately.

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Riding a rollercoaster will be brief again, but promise you I do not get angry, I nangis ntar. I cry about🤭