The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 118

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

Uhukkc...

A sentence that succeeded in making Ivan choke on the food he had just swallowed. How not, from earlier he listened to the chat with the Boss with his wife over the phone. There was a conversation of the possessive Boss and his obedient wife, of course. And just now he heard the word longing spoken from the mouth of his superior.

Strange enough, during knowing and working with Rama, he never saw the treatment and speech of Rama who impressed bucin like this. Fortunately not accompanied by long-distance kiss, could vomit in place Ivan later.

Ivan took his drink to relieve his burning throat. He glanced at Rama who was sitting next to him. It looks so happy on that handsome face. Even Rama seemed to be indifferent to the presence of his assistant.

The client first said goodbye, while they still continued the unfinished lunch.

"Why you?" Ask Rama. Ivan looked at Rama at a glance. I just realized he wasn't alone.

"No, Sir. I just seemed to hear a whisper of a ghoib, yeah." Ivan. It seemed like Rama's personal assistant had considerable guts while saying a sentence that looked more like an allusion to his Boss.

"Yes?" Rama frowned. His gaze was straight at his personal assistant.

"Eee.please go on, sir, have lunch. Cold hunt later." Ivan said with a very sweet smile.

Rama nods his head and returns to enjoying his delayed lunch. Ivan could breathe a sigh of relief because Rama did not listen to his words well. Better to do a rescue mission while you can. And Ivan, it worked.

***

Hasna was in the bathroom for a long time. 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.

His outstretched right hand touched his still flat stomach. I rubbed it so gently. It is very difficult to describe his feelings at this time. A burning sense of happiness, also a feeling of haru in the chest.

"God, does this mean that trust is entrusted to us?" Sluggishly. The clear thread returned cleanly from both corners of his shaded eyes.

This was truly the most beautiful gift she had ever received along the journey of her marriage to Rama. Even he could hardly believe it when he saw the results of the test he had just done.

Hasna gently wiped the tears that soaked her cheeks. Immediately take ablution water and carry out his duties as a Muslim.

A long prayer he prayed, also chanting the holy verse which he always prayed after his prostration. But today, everything feels different. Every single one of his chants always made his heart unusually tremble, thus making him repeatedly wipe the wet corners of his eyes.

Hasna shut down the little mushaf she always carried. Although his eyes look puffy, but the smile does not recede at both corners of his lips.

Hasna glanced at the wall clock in her room, already one hour past. But he hasn't had lunch. He cleaned the prayer equipment and visited the table where he put his food earlier.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim, always give us health. Give blessing in every mouthful. And always give us ease." Lirih Hasna's.

The woman began to feed the food into her mouth. It still feels the same. There is no nausea as most people say out there.

"Alhamdulillah." When one mouthful he managed to swallow without drama. He returned to feed the food until the plate was empty.

Hasna did not come back down to help her employees, she preferred to rest for a while. Even if he doesn't really sleep.

***

Trings

One message notification from Rama went into his phone. It was three o'clock, but the man had already contacted her.

~Darling, I missed you.~ Rama.

Hasna smiled reading it. The more here, the more pure the husband. It turns out that the term bucin also applies to adult men like Rama. Hasna thought only for young people her age or below who were entangled in the love of monkeys, but it did not seem.

Trings

Not yet had he replied to the first message, the second message has entered first.

~Why suddenly I want to hug you, huh?~ Rama.

Hasna smiled back.

"Hugs? I think I want the same thing."

Soon he typed out a reply according to what he thought. And he did not wait long, he received a reply from Rama.

~Really?~ Rama.

Hasna blushed reading Rama's message. It is indeed like he is not the one who is always embarrassed to express his feelings clearly to Rama. But somehow there was an urge within her to reveal it to the man who had become her husband.

~Why not be answered? Do you regret sending me that reply?~ Rama. This time the message was accompanied by a disappointed emoticon.

~No, I do want to be hugged, I miss my husband.~ Hasna.

~Aahhh. I don't want to wake up like this.~ Rama.

~Don't, I want to say one thing about our dreams that will make Mas Rama want to stay awake.~ Hasna.

~What? Quickly say. Don't make me curious.~ Rama.

~See you later, Mas. Miss you.~ Hasna.

It feels like a teenager in love. Does this feel like first love? Always make the heart flowery. Heart palpitations when remembering someone you love. Ahhh.

***

Hasna immediately packed up her things. Today he deliberately left the restaurant sooner than usual. Because he plans to stop by the shopping center first. And after that, he will ask Rama to accompany him check.

"My mother lives first, yes." Hasna said to some of her employees.

"Yes, Ma'am, be careful." Say one of them.

"Mas Hamzah, nitip everything, yeah."

"Ready, Ma'am." Said his manager.

"Assalamu'alaikum, all." Hasna said goodbye.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Say them in unison.

~Mas, I'm out of the restaurant. You followed it if the work was already done yes. Don't get used to the work.~ Hasna.

Hasna sent a message to Rama, then left by using an online taxi service to the nearest shopping center from her restaurant.

Hasna went through the lined shelves, looking for the needs she would buy, then put it all into a large trolley. Hasna went back to checking the grocery list before finally lining up at the cashier's desk.

"The total is one million six hundred and eighty-five thousand. Cash what credit card?" Ask a woman behind the counter.

"Cash." Hasna took out a hundred thousand bills and gave them to the uniformed woman.

After completing the payment, Hasna again pushed her shopping trolley to the ground floor.

Trings

~I've been in the basement mall. Where are you?~ Rama.

~I just finished shopping.~ Hasna.

~Oke, wait for me on top. You find a foodcourt first, I'll catch up.~ Rama.

~Alright, I'm at an Italian restaurant on the third floor of Hasna~.

Hasna entered a typical Italian restaurant that is in there. Then leave the shopping trolley to the officer who happened to be in front of the restaurant.

Hasna scanned the surroundings. Looking for an empty place that he could occupy. But the net is focused on the figure of a woman who was once the cause of painful stories in his household some time ago.

"Mother Marissa?" Sluggishly.

Even the long-haired woman's gaze was focused on Hasna.

Hasna remained in her position. Do not let anything unwanted happen in a public place like this. Especially soon Rama will follow him here.

Hasna immediately turned to leave the restaurant, but her steps came to a halt as a hand restrained her left shoulder.

Hasna slowly turned her head, and found Marissa standing right behind her. Now the two women face each other. The eyes of the two clashed, Hasna with her shady gaze, and Marissa with her sharp gaze.

"We'll see you later, too."

***