The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 137

Hasna started to show a reaction. His right hand began to show movement.

"Hasna's? Darling?" Rama quickly approached his wife's bed.

Slowly the eyelids moved. Rama quickly pressed the button next to Hasna's bed. Hope the doctor immediately ascertain the state of his wife.

"Hasna's? The darling? Can you hear me?" Rama rubbed Hasna's cheek gently.

"Hopefully this time Hasna is completely conscious." Said Diana.

Not long after, the doctor who used to handle Hasna came with a nurse.

"I'm sorry, could you step aside for a second." Doctor to Rama. Rama immediately shifted position, and kept a close eye on the Doctor who examined his wife.

Doctors began to examine Hasna, making sure that their patients had regained consciousness from her coma.

"Mom Hasna?" Call Doctor.

The eyes that were always closed were now open.

"Mom Hasna, can you hear me?" Ask Doctor.

Hasna turned to the Doctor, and blinked and slightly nodded her head.

"Alhamdulillah. The patient is conscious." The doctor said to everyone in the room.

"Alhamdulillah." Say them all.

Rama immediately prostrated his gratitude to express his gratitude to the owner of life, who had given his wife the opportunity to re-assemble with him and his family.

Nayla awakens Rama from her prostration. The man sat with his eyes glazed. Nayla hugged her brother.

"Hasna's conscious." Rama. The man smiled in between his stuffing.

Nayla nodded quickly. The same thing Nayla did, the girl shed her tears of joy.

"Smile, Brother. Brother should look handsome in front of Mbak Hasna." Nayla.

Rama rubbed his wet cheeks. He stood up and approached his wife.

"Congratulations, Mr. Rama. Your wife managed to come to her senses from the coma." Doctor full haru.

"Thank you, Doctor. Thank you." Thank you." Rama.

"Mom Hasna, how do you feel?"

Hasna began to open her tightly clenched lips this week.

"Well, we'll check on Ms. Hasna later." The doctor said without waiting for Hasna's answer. Hasna just blinked in response.

"Don't get too tiring about the patient." Rama nodded in understanding.

"We will continue to monitor Ms. Hasna's condition. Excuse me." The doctor left the room with the nurse.

Rama again rubbed his eyes that condensed. Remove the fog that covered his view. The man smiled in his tears.

"Assalamu'alaikum, dear." Sluggishly. Rama could not even say long words to Hasna. Everything feels stuck in the esophagus.

Slowly Hasna pulled both corners of her lips into a faint, even arch. Those shady eyes could now look back at the man who became his first love. The lips that looked dry were shaking, like they were about to say something.

"Do you need anything?" Ask Rama.

"Wa, wa'alaikumus.salam, Mas." Lirih Hasna's.

Rama hugged the woman who was still lying down. In his kiss many times the face that always missed his smile.

Miss Diana pulled Nayla away. Give her son and daughter-in-law room to let go of their homesickness.

"You know? I'm so scared if you don't wake up. I'm afraid of losing you." Rama is back. Hasna just smiled hearing that.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Why?"

Hasna's hand shook outstretchedly touching her blanket-covered stomach.

"Ma.hh." Sluggishly.

"He...well...okay...saja?" Rama nodded as the answer.

"You need to be healthy, not just me who needs you. But our son needs a healthy mother too." Rama kissed Hasna's hand in his hand.

"I.haus..."

"Attent." Rama took a bottle of mineral water on the nightstand.

"Slowly." Rama helped Hasna to drink.

Rama put the bottle of mineral water back in its original place.

"What do you feel?" Rama squeezes gently Hasna's fingers.

"My head hurts."

"Do I need to call a doctor?"

"no need. I still want to be with Mas Rama."

"Did you miss me?"

"Very."

"Tell me."

Rama smiled at the words Hasna said. Unexpectedly, Rama landed a kiss on his lips. Give a little ****** there.

"Ramaa..."

"Sir Ramaaa..."

Screech Miss Diana and Nayla together. The kiss is over.

"Your habits, yes. I don't know a place." Omel Miss Diana.

"Or, brother Rama."

Hasna's cheeks looked red. Rama ignored their words.

"Ah.you always ruin the mood." Grouser Rama.

***

Marissa stared blankly in any direction. Rama is not kidding. The man actually filed an accident involving himself, as well as Hasna as his victim.

Marissa gently rubbed her already enlarged stomach. Her gestational age has entered the eighth month, it means that soon she will give birth. A faint shadow danced to fill his head.

"I don't want to go to jail." Marissa shook her head repeatedly.

"Gue doesn't want to. I don't want to be in jail." Shouted Marissa hysterically.

Tomi who had just returned from outside, was shocked to hear the screams coming from his wife's room. Thomas opened the door, and found Marissa sitting near the bed. The woman looked chaotic with both hands covering her two ears.

"Sa, why are you?"

"Gue doesn't want to be in jail, I don't want to." Marissa said with wet eyes. The woman repeatedly shook her head.

Tomi took a deep breath, she herself did not want to be caught in the current situation. Especially seeing the fragility that Marissa showed. This is really not good. Especially when the woman was pregnant.

Tomi approaches, and brings Marissa into his arms.

"Remember something, Tom. Put something. Please." Marissa. The woman repeatedly pulled the clothes Tomi was wearing.

"Tomi, please. Put something. I don't want to be in jail. I don't want to see this kid there." Her great-grandchild.

Marissa was right, the same thing Tomi didn't want. Tomi doesn't want the child to be born in prison. Especially with the condition of his mother who is depressed like this.

"Tomi, please." The sound of the sound is dominating. Even Marissa hugged Tomi so tightly.

***

Once again, Tomi stood in front of the building that read "The Lotus Pavilion". The building where Rama Suryanata's wife is being treated. Again, he would ask Rama's generosity for Marissa.

"Oh my God, may there be a little hope. Hufft." Tomi Mumbles.

Go to the elevator to take her to the second floor.

Room number 52. Just looking at the numbers alone, Tomi's chest was already pounding. Sweat flooded his entire body.

Tok, tock, tock

Finally, his hand knocked on Hasna's bedroom door. It appeared that the man repeatedly took a deep breath to unravel the anxiety.

Cclek

The door is open. A young girl was standing right in the doorway. A split second Tomi did not take her eyes off.

"Yes?"

"Sorry, is this really Rama Suryanata's wife's room?" Ask Tomi. The man just wanted to make sure Hasna hadn't moved the room.

Nayla scanned the man in front of her. Outlandish. Maybe one of her sister's friends.

"Who's right, with whom, huh?"

"I, Tomi."

"Emmm...can you meet Mr Rama?"

Nayla opens the door wider so Tomi can get in. Not even Nayla opened her voice, Rama was already behind her body.

"You? What's up again?" Rama asked in a tone that sounded unfriendly. His gaze also looks sharp.

Nayla could already guess, if there was an aura that went wrong on these two men. Soon he shuffled and went back inside. Let Ram take care of his guests. He doesn't want to interfere.

"I'm sorry, sir if my arrival is disturbing. But.I need to talk to Mr. Rama once." Tomi.

Rama hurriedly closed the door, and took Tomi away from his wife's room. Inside was her mother and sister. Don't let them know about this.

Tomi follows Rama to the second floor balcony. Quite a quiet place. At least they can be a little free when talking.

"Why do you want to see me again? If what you say is the same as the other day, then my answer is the same." Rama.

Tomi gulped her saliva with great difficulty. Not yet he expressed what his purpose here, but Rama has given him such an ultimatum. It's gonna be really hard.

"Sorry, Sir. I want to say the same to you. But I beg you with a very_"

"Go away, there's no point in you wasting time on unimportant things like this." Cut Rama quickly.

Tomi threw her breath out violently. But he was determined to fight for the difficult things to be granted by Rama.

"Sir Rama, please. This is for the sake of the child in Marissa's womb. I really don't mind if Marissa will eventually serve her sentence in prison. But I beg you, please grant me some leniency, so that Marissa can run it after she gives birth." Tomi said, even the man cupped his hands in front of his chest.

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