The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 145

"Mas, when can I go home?" Ask Hasna.

Nearly a month into hospital treatment, the woman was completely bored.

"If the doctor allows you, you'll come home, baby. Why?" Rama caught the expression on his wife's face. The woman looks gloomy.

"I'm bored, Mom." Hasna pursed her lips. Anxiously, Rama scooped the cherry-like lips with his fingers.

"If not often khilaf, I would have bitten." Rama rubbed his wife's lips gently.

"Mkc...Maaasss.I'm serious." Whining Hasna.

"I'm serious too, honey. It was like I was fasting romadhon. Almost a month."

"Mas Rama is a habit." Apparently Hasna was beginning to sulk. He really wanted to get out of the hospital. There are no interesting things he can do here. Sleep, eat, take medicine, and the only place he always visited was the bathroom. Hasna wants to live a normal life as before.

"Alright, if the problem of your return, let the doctor determine. But, if to make my wife this so as not to feel bored in the room, I can take you for a walk in the park. How's it?" Tawar Rama's.

Hasna turned her head towards Rama who was standing beside her bed. It seems Rama's offer wasn't bad. He needs fresh air from outside.

"If nothing is okay, I just give you a solution." Rama glanced at the blue-hooded woman.

"I want to." Hasna answered with her effect.

"All right, I'll get a wheelchair first."

"Wheel chair? Make what?" Hasna felt able to walk, then why should she sit in a wheelchair, if only to the hospital park? Rama can help him like he did when he helped him to the bathroom, right?

"I don't want it until you're okay. Tired for example." Rama.

"But, Mas, a_"

"Okay, we're off to the park." Said Rama who did not accept the rejection that Hasna would say.

"Don't." Rama noticed Hasna's expression that looked cute if sulking like this.

During their marriage, Hasna never showed such an attitude to him. The girl was always an adult. Once sulking, why look so adorable in the eyes of Rama?

"Good girl." Rama pinched Hasna's nose.

The man took a wheelchair near the closet. With great care, Rama lifted Hasna's body and sat her in a wheelchair.

"There's no need to go overboard like this, Mom. Rama can help me get down as usual." Hasna is still not relieved to protest.

Cup

One kiss with a little ****** soft, Rama taste is enough to silence the cherry lips.

"Just shut up, and enjoy our tour today, princess." Rama slowly pushed the wheelchair out of the room. Fortunately, Hasna was free from the infusion hose, so there was no need to bother carrying the liquid everywhere.

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Hasna enjoys the beauty of the hospital garden which is planted with many beautiful flowers. The colorful flowers appear to bloom. Wind blowing makes the distinctive aroma of plants of various colors that greet the sense of smell.

"The garden is good, Mom." Hasna said without looking back at Rama who was sitting on a park bench next to Hasna.

"You likey?" Hasna nodded.

"The flowers are beautiful."

"They're still less beautiful than my wife." Hasna smiled at Rama's praise. The man wrapped his arm around the wife's shoulder.

"Why? Can't believe?" Hasna did not answer, only the smile she gave.

"They're beautiful, but they're left alone if anyone wants to have them. In pickles, made into decorations, even thrown away after withering. But you? you will remain beautiful with the softness, as well as the nature that you have. Because your charm lies not only in the physical, but also from within." Rama pointed at Hasna's chest with his index finger.

"Beauty that is visible to the eye, will fade inedible age. But if that beauty is in here, even though age has made us close our eyes, but its beauty will always be seen in the eyes of anyone who knows us."

Hasna returned to her smile. Rama's words sounded so sweet to the ears. Hasna rubbed Rama's face gently.

Rama, who closed his eyes, felt a gentle rub on his face, opening his net wide when he heard Hasna's words.

"How do you mean?" Rama narrowed his eyes, glancing at Hasna who was beside him.

"No. It means nothing. I just said it."

"Look mature according to his age?" Rama's murmur imitated Hasna's speech.

"Why does it sound like I'm always acting like a snot boy?" The man went back to muttering to himself.

Hasna held back her laughter as her husband's handsome face sulked again. The expression that Rama had not shown him for the past month.

"Why? Never seen a kid again?" Sinis Rama's.

Hasna's laughter broke. The woman covered her mouth with her palm. It was funny when Rama likened himself to a boy.

"It seems so satisfying." Sindir Rama, when the laughter of Hasna never subsided.

"Why would a father-to-be like to snack like this?" Hasna poking Rama's nose.

"Hasna I beg you." Hasna stopped her laughter as the concentrated bead looked at her seriously.

"Please don't touch me like this too often. This is so torturous." Speak Rama with a complex expression.

Hasna lowered her hand from Rama's face, then commented a smile.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Lirih Hasna's. The woman looked down, feeling guilty about the situation they were in at the moment.

"There's nothing to forgive, honey. Provided that..." Rama hangs his words.

"As long as?" Hasna felt that there would be strange words that Rama would say after this.

"As long as I'm free to touch you." Whisperer Rama.

Hasna turned to Rama who showed a strange smile. Why just imagine it makes fine hairs Hasna bristled instantly.

"Why see me like that? I'm just saying, nyen-tuh. Not the others."

"But usually touching it Mas Rama is not an ordinary touch." Lirih Hasna's. That's according to his experience all along.

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"Mas, wake up, Mas. It's noon." A gentle pat on the shoulder made the man who closed his eyes was forced to open it wide.

"I'm sorry, Mom, the mushollah wants me to clean up." Said an elderly man wearing the t-shirt.

Tomi slightly squinted her eyes, trying to adjust the light. Slowly the man sat down, and rubbed his face, trying to expel the drowsiness that re-engaged in both eyes.

"Sorry, sir."

The old man who seemed to be a marbot was observing Tomi's face which still looked sleepy.

"His mother, isn't the man here, is he?" Tom looked at that old man.

"No, Sir. Sorry, last night I overslept after the Isya prayer ride' here." Answer Tomi. The old man smiled.

"It's okay, Mom. If Mas still wants to rest, Mas can rest in my house, behind this mushollah." Said the old man.

"No, Sir. Thank you very much." Reject Tomi.

Last night, Tomi accidentally returned to the hospital to accompany Marissa as usual. It seems he is still reluctant to meet the woman who is still legally his wife. Marissa's words really ripped her pride as a man. Marissa blatantly said that if she wished, it was Rama who deserved to be the father of the baby in her birth. Honestly, even though he married Marissa not because of his love for the woman, and only limited responsibility for his actions. Marissa was not expecting it. But when the woman said that, it really made Tomi not have any self-esteem at all as a man. It was as if he was a man who did not know himself. Not expected, still holding on.

He took the jacket he wore last night as a pillow, and put it back on. He better go home, then go back to the hospital to see Marissa's condition. After all, the woman was still the mother of her child. And still his wife.

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