The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 134

Rama and Kevin were talking. For Rama, Kevin was a pleasant male figure for their relatively short introductory time.

Drrrtt, drrrtt, drrr

A short message went into Hasna's cell phone. Two days ago, Rama used his wife's cell phone. Not use in the sense of taking over Hasna's privacy. But to monitor his wife's efforts. Yesterday Rama had reported to the manager of a restaurant he knew named Hamzah, if his wife was in hospital. And Rama asked for all the outlets, Hamzah who was holding for a while.

~Sorry, Mr. Rama. I sent this month an email to Ms. Hasna's email. If there is an error, I will fix it immediately.~ Mas Hamzah's.

~Thank you for the cooperation, Hamzah.~ Mbak Hasna.

Before long the message went back inside Hasna's phone.

~Sorry, Mr. Rama, friends would love to visit Mbak Hasna. Are we allowed?~ Mas Hamzah's.

~Please tell everyone. Sorry, Hasna still can't be looked at, because conditions are not yet possible. Please pray for the best for my wife's recovery.~ Mbak Hasna.

~Good, Sir. I will tell the others.~ Mas Hamzah's.

Rama puts Hasna's phone back on the table and refocuses on Kevin sitting next to her.

"Honestly, I'm a little defeated by Hasna's work. How could he handle the entire place of his business alone? While I just have to be helped by the assistant and secretary." Rama laughed at the end of the sentence.

"Not only you, but me too. We run one company only with the help of a few confidants, but Hasna? He can even control everything. Maybe he only needed one confidant in every business outlet of his." Kevin glanced at the sleeping woman.

"Yes, you're right. Hasna's age with Nayla is not much different. But they're very opposite." Rama.

"Hasna's Nayla's age?" Kevin did not believe it. Because seeing Nayla and Hasna is so different. Hasna's so mature, and Nayla? The girl was still impressed.

"Hasna is a few months older than Nayla." Rama.

"Then? When did Hasna start her business?" Ask Kevin.

"He said, while he was in school."

Kevin frowned. Why does the answer Rama gave sound doubtful?

"He said?" Repeat Kevin.

"Yes, Hasna said that." Why does Rama sound so attractive in Kevin's ears?

"Why does it sound like your relationship is so interesting?"

"We got married because we were married." Rama remembered his match a few months ago.

"Dating after marriage?" Guess Kevin.

"May I say so." Kevin saw a pink hue adorning Rama's face.

Drrrtt, drrrtt, drrr

"So, I'll pick up the phone first." Rama went out to receive a call from Ivan.

Miss Rosita patted Kevin's shoulder softly. The man looked. Without saying a word, Ms. Rosita stayed away from the two. Kevin followed his mother's movements. Apparently the woman was sitting on the sofa she was on.

"Speak." Said Miss Rosita. Kevin nodded and turned to look at Hasna.

For a moment Kevin looked at the beautiful face of the woman still in his heart. That face looks so peaceful. Kevin's hand stretched out to touch the cheek that always met red. But his movements stopped when he remembered how Hasna had always kept herself from men who were not his mahrom.

Kevin gently rubbed Hasna's head that was covered in that instant gray headscarf.

"Hasna, it's me, Kevin. How are you doing? Are you all right?" Kevin gently rubbed the top of Hasna's head.

"If you feel good, wake up." Kevin stared fixedly at the face that always showed that smile.

"Do you know? When you rejected my proposal and said if you were married, my heart was completely broken. It's so hard to even wake up from that. I feel like destiny is unfair. I loved you even before you married that man. I hold a deep-rooted taste in my heart, just to keep you from hating me when I express it."

"And when I said it all, it wasn't the hatred I had, but the pain was so intense." Kevin paused his words. Inhaling oxygen to fill his chest cavity.

"I am so sorry for the stupidity I have done. If only I had said it sooner, then I would have been able to have you. Not an obsession I have for you. But a sense of love. The love that always blossoms when I see you. It even feels like I've fallen in love with you so many times, Hasna."

"Maybe I'm one of the dumbest men in the world. Loving the woman I would never get. But, that's fitrah. I can't control this feeling. I can't get rid of it. The more I try to dodge, the harder it is for me to forget you."

"And I was further crushed when I saw you with Rama at the temple." Netra Kevin feels hot.

"You know? I am very jealous of Rama. Even that man has the privilege of loving you. I knew you first, but Rama you loved first. That's not fair, is it?" Kevin forced his laughter

"I was once very angry with that man. You remember, during our accidental meeting in the park? When I see you cry, my heart hurts. I don't need to ask why you're crying, because she must have caused it all. That's right, isn't it? My heart hurts so much to see you grieve like that. I want to wipe away those tears, put you in my arms. But I can't do anything. All I can do is watch you from afar, make sure you're okay."

"Do you know? When I heard the news of the accident and you were in critical condition, my world was destroyed instantly. I fear. I'm so scared if you...." Kevin took a deep breath to unravel the tightness in his chest.

"I'm afraid you'll leave, and I can't do anything about it. But apparently, I was still given the opportunity to help you survive your condition at that time. I'm happy, I'm so happy to be able to donate my blood for you, the little thing I could do for you at the time. Although I'm not your reason to be happy, but I'm glad to be your reason for surviving." A speck of clear grain barged through to forcefully exit the corner of Kevin's eye.

"Hasna, maybe we're not meant to be a couple, but I really hope you won't mind if I consider you like my own sister."

"Hasna, I have given you to Ramah. He's a good man. He loves you very much. He's very worried about you. I also have a lot of respect for him. Awake, Hasna. Wakes up. Don't make that guy look fragile. Don't make it look fucked up."

"Wake, Hasna. You have to live your life with those who love you. You must be strong. You have to get through this. For Rama. For your family's sake. For my sake, also for the sake of the child in your womb. You have to be strong for them." No tears had shed several times from her eyes.

"Wake up, Hasna, wake up. Do not sleep too long. Pity my niece-to-be in your stomach. Pity also his papa who looks more crybaby than him later. Wake up. I will always look forward to the happy news."

"I'm sorry if I talk too much. Sorry too, if I'm too presumptuous. But this is all I can do. Honestly, I'm so relieved to have said it's all the same to you. Pray for me, Hasna. Pray that I can gradually erode this taste for you."

Kevin felt a soft rub on his shoulder. The man's gurgle wiped the remaining tears. He slowly turned his back, trying to regain control of his emotions.

"Taa...Aunty?"

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sorry, if anyone asks, why so long? that's because I've set it that way. Hope you can keep you entertained, yes....🥰