The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 125

"So that time...?" Ivan and Tania both looked at each other.

Rama looked at his two confidants in turn. I don't know what they knew about what happened back then. But clearly, the problems of that time have passed and are over. But now there is a new problem.

"Sorry, Sir. Actually it's been a long time since Marissa put her heart on Mr. Rama." Said Ivan who made Rama focus on the personal assistant.

"Maybe Mr. Rama who never realized Marissa's feelings for Father. But at every opportunity, Marissa must try to attract the attention of you. He was getting closer to Father when we were going to Japan. Also after knowing the whereabouts of Mbak Hasna who you introduce as a distant relative Pak Andi, as if his position is threatened by the existence of Mbak Hasna." Ivan shut his mouth shut. He seemed to realize that he had spoken wrong this time.

Suddenly Ivan found it difficult to swallow his own saliva. It feels like there are salak seeds that are ingested, drag once. Not to mention the gaze of Rama who was ready to kill him slowly.

"How do you mean?" Ask Mr. Andi, because he feels his name is related to the problem of the son with his former secretary.

"Eyes...." Ivan looked unusually nervous as the gazes of the two powerful men stared at him simultaneously. The man scratched his head which must not have itched it.

"Ivan?" Said Mr. Andi full of emphasis.

"Curl..." Ivan is getting nervous amazingly. Even the short-sleeved shirt he was wearing felt damp from the sweat that suddenly flooded his body.

"Are you scared of Rama?" Sergey Pak Andi. The middle-aged man glanced at his eldest son.

"When your father worked for me since you were a child. We never kept anything a secret." Said Mr. Andi casually.

Rama breathed his breath out violently. It seems that this time the problem that he had buried tightly from his parents, had to be revealed.

"It's all because of Ivan, just be careful if he says anything that doesn't."

The two thick beads stared straight at Ivan with great care. Like the eyes of an eagle watching the movements of its prey.

"Ivan?" Repeat Mr. Andi.

"This is a problem, Pa. So we don't need to talk about it anymore. Especially this one in the hospital." Rama tried to shift the subject.

Papa breathed out quickly. It turned out that there was a problem that his son had been hiding all along.

"But at least, give us an explanation of what Ivan said just now. Hasna was introduced as Papa's distant relative? Meaning how? You didn't admit that Hasna was your wife?" Now replace Miss Diana who raised her voice. As usual, the woman always urged her son.

Rama threw away his gaze, avoiding the mother's gaze at him.

"You're the one who wants to answer it yourself? Or Ivan who will help to answer it?" The choice her mother had put forward was truly a very difficult choice.

"That was, Ma, when Rama still could not accept Rama's marriage to Hasna." Answer Rama accordingly. But it's like that.

"By saying if Hasna's a distant relative, Papa? Your hair, Rama." Miss Diana was annoyed to know her son's attitude all along. The middle-aged woman presented a pinch on the waist of her beloved son.

"Aawww.." -...." Erang Rama while rubbing his waist that feels hot.

"You see, I was a matchmaker, Ms. Hasna was with Bian at that time. Where Bian loves so much, Miss Hasna." Circlap Nayla. Rama's eyes are perfectly patterned for it.

"Yes, Mama agrees. Still want Bian nerima Hasna with her new status, as a one-child widow?" Mama's timbal who deliberately suppresses the word widow child one. It sounds sadistic indeed.

"Not far from Bian, there is Ivan who is still single." Sahut Pak Andi lightly, while pointing at Ivan with a chin gesture.

"What does Ivan want?" Ask Nayla. Ivan's head reflexes nodded. Both eyeballs of Rama bought perfectly, as if it would be detached from its place. Looks like his assistant was looking for him.

Tania could not help but laugh. Even her beautiful face looks red with hands that smother her mouth, making her back look up and down. The woman hid her face behind her cousin's back.

"Justice, Van, can mate a beautiful businessman, complete package." Tania's scales behind Ivan's back. The woman giggled with amusement as she said it.

"If so do'akan Mbak Hasna to heal quickly. Let's marry Ivan as soon as possible." Wah really big guts Nayla when saying that in front of Rama.

Plastered

One flick landed perfectly on the forehead of the beautiful girl.

"Aduuuuhhh.sick tau, Brother." Nayla rubbed her throbbing forehead.

"You, you have a mouth for brake fluid, so don't blong if you say." Omel Rama's.

"Some of you why the hell, should pray for the best for our marriage. Praying for the no-no." Rama was upset.

"You too, why wear all-nodding events." Omel Rama to Ivan.

"It's windfall, sir, it's not good to be rejected." Said Ivan who made Rama glare at him perfectly. Tania's reflexes smothered Ivan's mouth. Don't let that cousin get SP from their boss after this.

Cclek

"Doctor, how's my wife doing? Can I see it?" Rama asked expectantly.

"Patients are still under the influence of drugs. It's best for up to an hour in front of the patient to remain calm." Doctor Say.

"Later an hour, we'll be back to the patient. Then, excuse me." The two medical teams left them all.

Rama turned to look at Ivan, making the assistant again swallow his saliva with great difficulty.

"Ivan, I leave this matter to you to deal with the authorities. I don't want any similar incident later. I was targeted, but my wife and son were victims." Rama was serious.

"Good, Sir. I'll be making a report in the police soon." Rama nodded small.

"Hopefully you can count on this time."

***

Rama had just finished the dinner he forced. Actually he did not taste at all, but Kevin's message spoken before the man came home, managed to make Rama touch his food. Kevin is right, Hasna and their future children need a tough man, not a fragile man.

Drrr...

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Rama. This is Mr. Mamat." There was a greeting from the security of his house via telephone.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Mr. Mamat. What's up?"

"This, Mas. Earlier, Mbak Nayla from home, took a change of clothes for Mas Rama. I was told to take her to the hospital. I'm in the lobby, Mom." Said Mr. Mamat.

"Yes already, I'm coming down soon."

"Good, Mas. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Rama put his phone in his pants pocket, and prepared to go down. At a glance he looked at the beautiful face of Hasna who was sleeping with her peace.

"Honey, I'm down for a second, yeah." Rama gave a gentle kiss on the woman's forehead. Then out of Hasna's ward to the lobby.

Rama circulated his gaze, looking for the figure of Mr. Mamat who said he was waiting for him in the hospital lobby. It turned out that the fat man was sitting in the waiting chair in front of the receptionist.

"Mamat's father." The man in the black jacket got up from his seat.

"Mas. Here's his clothes, there's a snack for Mas Rama." Mr. Mamat handed a small backpack containing Rama's clothes as well as a bag of snacks to the man.

"Thank you, sir."

"What is Hasna's situation, Mom? I was shocked when I heard the news Mbak Hasna had an accident from his sister Mas. Mana said that Mbak Hasna was critical. To be honest, I feel unsettled, especially I consider Mbak Hasna is like a child himself." Said Mr. Mamat at length with a typical Japanese accent.

Yes, Rama understands that. During this time, his wife was always close to the people he worked with. Always treat them well. It is only fitting that so many people care about their wives.

"Alhamdulillah, Hasna is past the critical period. But now it's still resting, it's still the influence of the dope." Rama.

"If possible, I would like to follow the care of Ms. Hasna, Mas." Said Mr. Mamat begging.

"No need, sir. Mr. Mamat just go home, take care of the house. Hasna section is still not allowed to be looked at first. Mama and Papa also went straight home after Hasna was transferred to the ward." Obviously Rama. Mr. Mamat was seen nodding at the words of his master with a disappointed look.

"Yes, then, Mas. Rama, don't forget to rest too. I'm going home then. If you need anything, call me, Mom."

"Surely, sir."

"Monggo, Mas, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful, sir."

Rama stepped back and entered the elevator to the room where Hasna was treated.

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interlude..biar is not always tense.

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