The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 13

And here they are now. In the house that Rama just bought for them to live together.

The two-story house is not as big as the Suryanata family house. The page is not so broad, but enough to protect the privacy of its residents.

There was not much they had brought, only one suitcase belonged to Rama, and one more suitcase belonged to Hasna. The rest will be delivered later.

Ccleks...

Rama opened the main door and pushed his suitcase near the living room sofa, then sat down on one of the sofas.

"Sit down, there's something important I want to talk about." He said to Hasna who had just entered with her own suitcase.

Hasna sat down in front of her husband.

"From today we will stay here. Furniture and all sorts are available. There are no home assistants yet. It's up to you if you want to find someone to help here." Rama.

"No need, we're just the two of us here. I can do it myself."

Apparently Hasna made the right choice. Rama agrees with Hasna's choice without a housekeeper.

The biggest reason Rama accepted Hasna's decision without a housekeeper was that he did not want any eyes or ears overseeing his domestic life.

"Later all the needs of Rama_"

"No need." Cut Rama fast.

"You don't have to prepare anything for me. Just take care of yourself." Further.

Hasna frowned with him.

"But_"

"We live each other's lives." Rama without burden.

"What do you mean by Rama?"

Hasna increasingly did not understand the direction of her husband's conversation.

"I don't want you interfering in my business. And neither will I, who will not interfere in your affairs."

Hasna's feelings grew increasingly uneasy listening to Rama's words. But he remained silent. She wanted to know what exactly her husband wanted.

Rama got up from his seat and grabbed the suitcase he had brought.

"Oh yeah, that's your room." point Rama at one of the guest rooms on the first floor.

Then he continued his steps towards the second floor. Hasna's views followed her husband's steps. Rama entered a room on the top floor. Rama's back disappeared behind the door.

Hasna exhaled slowly, trying to control her emotions. Honestly, she was offended by the words and behavior of her husband to treat her.

Is this the purpose of living apart from the parents? Not to live independently in the true sense, but rather to reject his presence, so that his parents do not feel guilty if he does.

Hasna nodded her forehead slowly. His head feels pulsating. However, not as loud as the throbbing in his heart.

He said his sister-in-law this morning.

"It may be a little difficult to get close to Rama's brother. He has a past that is arguably very painful."

Many times his thin lips were said to be Istighfar. Before long, Hasna went to the room that had been appointed by Rama.

Hasna immediately arranged her goods in the cupboard that was in there. It was strange, when he had a wife, but at all he was not treated as a wife.

From the beginning of the marriage until almost two weeks, not once did Rama touch him. Even now they are like strangers living together under one roof.

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After Ashar, Hasna decided to shop at the nearest minimarket. Earlier on the way to this house, he saw there was a minimarket at the end of the residential road. Only a ten minute walk has arrived.

Tonight he wants to cook something for Rama. Nayla was right, she had to be more patient to get closer to Rama.

After finishing shopping, soon Hasna arranged her groceries in the refrigerator and kitchen cabinet. Not much he bought. Just rice, fish, eggs, chicken, vegetables and some kind of seasoning.

Hasna almost finished her cooking as Rama went down the stairs. The man only wears short-sleeved shirts and knee-length shorts.

"Mas Rama, need something?" ask when Rama enters the kitchen.

No answer from the man's mouth. But the movement of his hand opened the refrigerator door, and taking a bottle of mineral water from there, he seemed to be thirsty. Luckily, Hasna bought it. The kitchen is completely empty.

Tok.dok...

"Mas Rama, we eat first yuk." Hasna said with a slight shout from behind the door.

But there is still no truth from within. Hasna knocked back on the door.

"Mas, eat first." Say again.

Still no response.

"Is it possible that Rama is asleep?" muttered. "But it's impossible, it's still too late."

Again he knocked on the door, inviting Rama to dinner together.

"Mas.mas Rama. Eat yuk first."

Not that Rama did not hear, the man just did not want to interact too far with Hasna. But the sound of knocking and the simple sound of Hasna made him open the door of the room.

"What's wrong?" resounding.

"Eat first, it's time for dinner." Bring Hasna.

"I'm not hungry." refused Rama.

"Mas Rama hasn't eaten since noon. Eat yuk first." Hasna is half pushy. She was concerned about her husband's health.

"I told you, I'm not hungry. Are you deaf?" Bentak Rama's.

All this time he was not once yelled at like Rama just snapped at him. His heart was throbbing pain hearing the screams of a man called the husband.

Instantly both of his eyes condensed. Quickly he turned his gaze down so that Rama did not see it.

Braakk...

The door was closed so hard in front of his face. Her tears fell without command.

He immediately came back down while wiping his tears slowly. He looked at the food on the dining table. For the first time he cooked specially for Rama, but the rejection given by the man was very painful.

The hunger he had felt, evaporated somewhere. He left the dining table and went into his room.

There was a bit of guilt in Rama when he saw those shady eyes condensing. But he's not a stupid man who's gonna fall in the same hole.

Back when he was with Resty, he was so sincere about his feelings. But what did he get? Only betrayal. And he doesn't want it to happen again.

***

Early in the morning, Rama was neat with his work clothes. As he passed by the dining room he was a little surprised to find that the dish Hasna cooked in the kitchen last night, was still intact on the dining table.

Is it possible that Hasna did not eat it?, he thought.

Rama did not want to take a headache and continued his steps towards the door. Before he grabbed the handle, the door opened from the outside. Apparently Hasna.

Looks like he just got home shopping. It was visible from the item in the transparent bag he was carrying.

"Mas Rama is leaving?" Ask the beautiful woman in wonder.

It was too early to go to the office. It's still half six. There's still a few hours left.

"But Hasna had not prepared anything for breakfast. Hasna just finished shopping in front of the complex." The cerocos.

Rama ignored Hasna's words and chose to continue his steps towards the garage.

"Mas, wait."

Hasna pursued Rama's broad steps. The woman held out her hand before her husband. With a smile so sweet, he waited for Rama to give his right hand for him to kiss.

The man got into the car and closed it. Then put it out of the yard.

Hasna wastes her breath. Once again, Rama showed rejection. He tried to get close to Rama. One of the hardest things to do. He did it for Rama.

Perhaps Rama has not been able to open his heart to women after the events of his past.

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