The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 117

"Mas, I'll let you stop by the mall for a while, yeah before you go home. There's something I want to buy." Hasna said while delivering Rama who will leave for the office.

"Do I need to go?" Tawar Rama's.

"No, I didn't take long either." Refuse Hasna.

"Then ask to bring Mr. Mamat. I'll pick you up at the mall, and we'll mate." Rama said with a smile.

"Navy? Kayak who is dating just use ngedate event everything." Keve Hasna.

"It has to be, before we can't go alone again. We're satisfied first time together, before the kids canintilin us everywhere." Rama's words made the woman's laughter slowly subside.

Hasna only realized something, but it was better that she made sure of it first before it was too high she put her hope.

"Yes, I'm leaving first, yeah. Assalamu'alaikum." Rama kissed Hasna's forehead after she kissed the back of her hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful, Mas." Hasna.

Hasna rushed inside, tidying up the rest of their breakfast. Suddenly, his hand touched his stomach.

Soon he cleaned things up and prepared to leave for the restaurant.

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At Rama's request, Hasna was again delivered by Mr. Mamat. There was a man in a security uniform who hummed occasionally while driving a car.

"Sir, please stop at the pharmacy ahead, yes." Pinta Hasna's.

"Ready, Ma'am."

The car that Mr. Mamat drove, turned towards the pharmacy according to Hasna's request.

"Wait a moment, yes, sir." Mr. Mamat nodded in agreement.

Hasna got out of the car and went into the pharmacy. Soon the woman came back and got into the car.

"Udah, Mommy?" Ask Mr. Mamat after Hasna got in the car.

"Udah, we're on our way, sir." Hasna.

The car drove back at speed to the restaurant. Along the way Hasna's mind was completely unfocused, like she was thinking. He was not even aware that he had reached his destination.

"Mr? Sister Hasna?" Call Mr. Mamat. But the woman did not hear his call.

Mr. Mamat glimpsed Hasna from the mirror center. The woman looked dreamy, her eyes looking far away. I don't know what the woman was thinking.

"Mbak Hasna? Ma'am?" Repeat Mr. Mamat with a rather loud voice from before. And succeeding, Hasna turned her head towards the security.

"Yes, Sir? You call Hasna?" Ask Hasna.

"I don't accept calling me. It's like a radio re-broadcast instead." Mister Mamat's joke, made Hasna smile to hear it.

"Sir Mamat is there."

"That's true, Ma'am. Hasna's mother didn't hear my call?" Ask Mr. Mamat, Hasna shook her head.

"Astaghfirullahal... Though until foaming, Ma'am." Said Mr. Mamat.

Is that really true? Rama's words this morning really made his mind diverted.

"Mbak Hasna isn't papa, is she?" Ask Mr. Mamat.

"No papa, sir. Thank you, sir, for nganterin Hasna." Hasna is getting ready to come down.

"But really right, Ma'am? Miss Hasna, why?" Mr. Mamat is still trying to ascertain Hasna's condition. Moreover, Hasna had asked him to stop at the pharmacy first. Is Hasna sick?

The thick-bodied man observed the face of the lavender-veiled woman. It looks fine, does not pale, even looks fresher. It is also impossible to have problems with Rama. The two young masters looked as friendly as ever.

"It's okay, Mr. Mamat. Hasna is fine. Hasna healthy wal afiat. Mama doesn't have to worry." Hasna smiled at his smile.

"Yes already, Ma'am. Ma'am Hasna be careful, yes." Said Mr. Mamat.

"Yes, Sir. Hasna go first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Mr. Mamat chose to stay for a while, making sure that Hasna really entered the restaurant. After that, the car returned and left the restaurant.

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Drrr...

The cell phone he put next to the cash register was repeatedly heard ringing. The large number of customers made Hasna ignore the flat object.

Drrr...

The phone rang the umpteenth time. At first glance Hasna glanced at the ID listed there. From Rama.

"Mas Hamzah, can you replace me for a second?" Hasna said to Hamzah that the confusion passed after helping her colleague prepare the order.

"Good, Ma'am." Say that manager.

"Thank you, Mum." Hasna left after giving up her job to Hamzah.

Hasna checked the phone that had been ringing earlier. And sure enough ten calls and some rama messages sent for him. Without a second thought, Hasna immediately dialed Rama's number. Not waiting long, only twice the ringing, the call has been lifted.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum, Mas." Hasna.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, where have you been? I've called more than ten times. Neither did anyone read." There was a protest from across there.

"Restaurant is very crowded. Sorry for ignoring Mas Rama's call." Gentle Hasna speech.

I heard a rough breath from across there. There will be protests after this.

"Your staff is many. Why should you intervene yourself?" Right, just now Hasna's pinning it.

"Alhamdulillah today the restaurant is very crowded. And I happened to have to send it to the event, so I split it into two luncheon deliveries. Therefore the service team was reduced, because it helped our expedition team. And I'll help fill out the cashier." Hasna tried to give understanding to Rama.

"Mas Rama wants me to anterin lunch?" Hopefully the offer will happen.

"No need, I'm with Ivan having a meeting outside." Rama refused.

"okay." Saying Hasna slowly.

"Have you had lunch?" Ask Rama.

"Not yet, any minute." Answer Hasna.

"Lunch time is almost over, but you haven't eaten yet. Don't neglect your health. Eat first." Rama.

"Yes, just a minute." Hasna.

"Then, from tomorrow you work until lunch. You go straight home." Hard code has come out apparently.

"Well, what is it?"

"Eat first, then work again. Or go straight home. I'm picking it up now." It seems like they don't want to be denied.

"All right, I'll eat all the prayers. Has Rama prayed?" Hasna at the end. Arguing Rama is not good. He might be locked up at home. And end up working from home.

"Not yet, any minute." Answer's flat.

"I close first, eat quickly. Oh yeah, I'll pick you up at the restaurant at five." Rama continued.

"We should meet at the mall only, so that Rama does not turn around." Hasna said, considering Rama will turn the direction if you have to pick him up first.

"alright. I miss you, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Hasna went straight to the kitchen, to take lunch. It was impossible in a busy time like this that he would trouble them. As long as you can do it yourself, why bother others?

Hasna returned to her room with a tray of food and a glass of drink. Since then he had only seen the food without wanting to touch it at all. Just looking at it made him feel full.

"Shall pray first." Mumbled.

The woman went to the bathroom in her room. But not for five minutes, he came out again. Hasna picked up the small bag she used to wear and picked up the package she had bought from the pharmacy. Back to the bathroom.

Hasna was in there long enough. Both of his net looked wet with lips shaking saying a sentence of praise. His sight seemed to blur due to the puddles of tears.

"Allahs... Thank goodness..." It was very difficult for him to express with words, so only that sentence was spoken.

His hand shook holding a flat object like that stick. Two lines appeared there, with one faint line at the bottom.

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