The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 130

Rama clasped Hasna's hands tightly. Gave a soft squeeze like he usually does. Smiles were on both corners of his lips, but both of his neutrals condensed.

"Dear." His voice seemed to be stuck in the throat. Rama took a deep breath before opening his voice again.

"When did you wake up? I miss you so much." It felt really tight in the chest when I said that to Hasna.

"I miss the moment you welcomed me home from the office. I miss the time you helped me get ready, change clothes, and feed me every time we eat."

"Because you didn't wake up, now replace Mama who feeds me. I look like a kid." Rama forced his laughter.

"Do you know that everyone is worried about you? You've been sleeping too long."

"Wake, sweetheart. Wakes up. Poor our son. She needs a healthy mother. She needs a strong mother, she needs..." Rama looked up, trying not to let his tears fall.

"Darling, you have to be strong. You must heal quickly. We're gonna raise our kids together."

Rama could no longer stop his tears. The man sobbed by slapping his head at Hasna's side, with his hands still clutching his fingers. Talking to Hasna in her current state is very painful. He never even imagined it at all.

For over an hour Rama was in the room. Inviting Hasna to speak, even though the woman did not show the response. The woman still closed her eyes.

Cclek

Everyone's attention was fixed on that chaotic-looking man. Both of his eyes looked puffy and reddened. Without warning, Nayla immediately rushed into the arms of her brother. Rama was silent, not returning his brother's embrace.

"Sister, sister don't be like this, yeah. Brother must be strong. There's Nay, Mama, and there's Papa." Say the girl.

For some reason, hearing the words of the younger brother actually makes Rama look weaker.

"Sister must be strong, brother. Hasna needs us." Nayla said trying to strengthen Rama.

Unintentionally, Rama glanced at Kevin who was looking at him. The man shook his head slowly, as if he was hinting that Rama should not feel down like this.

Rama slowly raised both hands, returning the embrace of his biological sister. He gently rubbed the back of the girl his wife's age.

"Yes, you're right. Brother has to be strong, Hasna needs us." Said Rama who kept staring straight at Kevin who smiled at him.

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Everyone has gone home, only Miss Diana is also Rama who is in the hospital. The middle-aged woman could not bear to leave her eldest son alone guarding Hasna. She asked her husband for permission to stay and accompany Rama to the hospital.

"Ma, Mama better get home. Rama can take care of Hasna himself. Mama take a break." Rama said to Miss Diana who was still at home sitting on the sofa of Hasna's nursery.

"You rest first, later when you rest, Mama will go home." Said Diana. The woman refused the request of her son.

Rama sat down beside his mother.

"You know you haven't rested at all since yesterday." Said Diana. He could see the black circles that decorated in both eye bags Rama.

Since Hasna was rushed to the hospital, until declared a coma. Rama was unable to rest his body properly. The man is more awake.

"Remember, son, what needs to be healthy is not just your wife. But you also. How can you take care of Hasna if you are sick yourself?"

Rama often heard the same words. Either from his mother, Nayla, even from Kevin. But, the simple advice from them was not that easy as Rama did.

Resting properly in times of precariousness like today? Absolutely impossible. The one who was always in the shadow of the bad things that would happen to Hasna was also their child candidate. Not that he was not positive for Hasna's recovery, but that kind of thing must always haunt him.

Slowly Rama shifted and slept on his mother's lap. The thing he always did with Hasna if he wanted to indulge with his wife.

Miss Diana gently rubbed the messy-looking black mane. His son always paid attention to his appearance. But now his son really looks fucked up.

Hasna, the man-in-law always pay attention to the needs of Rama as small as that. But instead the soft-hearted woman was in a state of struggling to survive.

"Sleep, Son. Mama's gonna be home after making sure you're resting properly." Said Miss Diana while gently rubbing the son's hair.

For a few minutes they held on with their position in silence.

"Rama, remember one thing, son. You are not alone. There's Mama, Papa, Nayla...."

"Also Kevin and his mother." That only Miss Diana could speak in her heart.

"That cares about your wife. We will always pray for Hasna's healing."

Haning, there is no word from Rama. Miss Diana leaned slightly, looking at Rama who was spoiled in her lap. It turned out that the man had fallen asleep.

Lady Diana still faithfully gave a gentle swab at the top of her son's head. I hope that man really rests properly.

Slowly Bu Diana lifted the head of Rama who was in the lap, and carefully put him to sleep on the sofa, so that Rama did not wake up. Miss Diana took a pillow and positioned it under Rama's head to make her sleep feel comfortable. But the man showed no movement at all. It seems like Rama slept so hard.

"You look so tired, son. Rest even if it's just for a moment." Miss Diana gave a gentle kiss on Rama's forehead.

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The sound of the ringing of the mobile phone made Rama squirm. A call came in from his personal assistant, Ivan.

"Yes, Ivan?" Replied Rama with a distinctive hoarse voice of waking up.

His eyes squinted slightly, adjusting the light. The clock shows at two o'clock in the afternoon. Apparently he slept long enough.

"I'm sorry, sir, if you're interrupting your break." Ivan.

"It's okay, say it." Rama sat on the sofa.

"Police have started to act, this morning two policemen came to Marissa's treatment room. But there's a problem, sir." Rama.

"What obstacles?" Rama asked impatiently.

"Police said there was a man who claimed to be the husband of Marissa. He said Marissa's condition was very risky if she had to be taken to the police station. So the police can't follow up for a while." Clearly Ivan.

Rama's body straightened for a moment, the sleepiness that was still struggling disappeared in an instant.

"Husband?"

"Yes, Sir. The man said so." Neither Rama nor Ivan knew Marissa was married. So the two men feel doubtful about the status of the man who recognizes himself as Marissa's husband.

Rama recalled the figure of a man in a blue shirt who was at the scene. What do you think, that man was meant?

"Then?"

"The police have confirmed Marissa's condition to the doctor who handled it. And the doctor confirmed, if Marissa really not allowed to leave the hospital for approximately the next two weeks. The doctor also said Marissa was still in intensive care after the heavy bleeding." Rama closed his eyes, and breathed a short breath. Ivan really made his head dizzy.

"Can't it be, if we take the policy to take care of Marissa in the police?"

"Can't, sir, because it's two lives."

"Then what do you think, my wife didn't risk two lives?" Rama's voice reflexes are rising.

"His wife and son are at stake here too. Hasna is in a coma." Press Rama.

"Mbak Hasna, I'm sorry, Miss Hasna's in a coma, sir?" Ask Ivan.

"Yes, my wife was declared in a coma by the doctor."

There was a very heavy breath of two men who were calling.

"All right, thanks for the report. Always inform me of the progress of the case." Pungkas Rama's.

"Good, sir."

Rama left his cell phone lying everywhere. The man rested his back on the sofa, and closed his eyes again. His head was really feeling dizzy now.

Marissa was not successfully brought to the police station for the safety of her soul and her womb. And Hasna? The woman even had a condition where it was not certain when she would open her eyes again.

"Mama?" Rama remembers that he was not alone. He's with his mother.

"Ma?" Call him, but there is no answer. Rama scanned the surroundings looking for his mother, but found no one in the room, other than himself and Hasna. Rama rose to seek the whereabouts of his mother.

"Maybe in the bathroom." Mumbled.

Tok, tock, tock

"Ma? Mama's inside?" Rama asked from behind the closed door.

Rama again knocked on the bathroom door repeatedly but there was no answer. Rama grabbed the tightly closed bathroom door handle, and opened it. Blank. There's no one inside.

"Where's Mama?" Mumbled.

He hurried back to the sofa, looking for the phone he just laid.

Just now he unlocked the flat object, he could see there was a message notification from his mother.

~Honey, Mama go home first. Mama will be there again, bring food for you.~ Mom.

~Do not forget to pray, yes, dear. Mama wanted to wake up, but you really did. Mama is not.~ Mom.

Rama put the phone back on the sofa table, and went to the bathroom. It was past two o'clock, he had not carried out his duties. He took the water of ablution and performed the dhuhur prayer.

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