The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 146

"Nay, please take this to the hospital, yeah. Yesterday your sister said that Hasna wanted to eat my mom's rib soup." Diana handed the paperbag to her daughter.

"Please stop by Hasna's store yes, want croissants from there he said."

"There again?" Nayla asked, afraid that something was missing.

"No, that's it."

"Okay, if that's the case, Nay's leaving, yeah." Nayla kissed the back of Diana's hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful."

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Braakk

Nayla stopped her car when she felt something hit the back of the car she was driving.

"Gosh my god." The two neutrals are a bit smoldering when they see the rear body of the car scratched.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Nayla turned her head when she heard someone talking to her.

A man wearing a black jacket stood right behind him.

"I'm sorry, I was completely unintentional. I was just trying to avoid the road, but instead I hit the car, Ma'am." The man was full of regrets.

"Ah, yes." Nayla pulled a little corner of her lips. Then look back at the new scratches in the body of his car and touch it. Appreciable.

"I'll replace the damage to the car, ma'am." Say that man. It feels very difficult to swallow when knowing the damage in the body of the red car. It must have cost quite a drain on the bag, he thought.

Nayla looked at the man in front of her. It seemed like he had met the man before, but where, he had forgotten.

"May I have her phone number?" Nayla was a little surprised by the man's request.

"Mr?"

"Ah, yes?"

"May I have a phone number, Ma'am...?"

"Nyla." Nayla refocused on the man.

"Yes, I'll call you later. Sorry, if for now, I don't have any money." Honestly the man, even looks once if he feels bad with the girl in front of him now.

Once again, Nayla noticed the look on the face of the man who was still wearing the helmet on his head. I'm sure it's not wrong, but who?

"It seems we've met before." Nayla said as she pointed at the man.

"really? I don't think so." Say that man.

Ah, maybe so. Maybe it's just his feelings.

"How, Ma'am?" Asked the man, making Nayla refocus on the man.

"Eh, yeah, wait a minute." Nayla opened her car door again and grabbed her sling bag from inside the car.

"I've saved the number." The man dialed Nayla's new number. The girl saw the number on her phone screen.

"I'll definitely call, Ma'am later." Nayla nodded small.

"I'm sorry, with Mas...?"

"Tom."

Nayla immediately keeps Tomi's number on her phone. At least the man already has good faith to be responsible for replacing the damage to his car.

The girl gently patted her forehead when she realized something, then flicked her finger.

"I remember, this Mas, his friend Kak Rama, right?" Terka Nayla has again appointed Tomi. The girl was certain that this man before her was the same man, who was looking for her elder brother in Hasna's nursery back then.

Rama? Is it possible that this girl meant the same Rama, whom she had met several times this past month? Because Tomi also felt if he did not have friends, even an acquaintance named Rama. May this girl who was in front of him, be the younger brother of Rama Suryanata? Why just imagining it makes his head suddenly throb?

If it is true that this young girl is the sister of Rama Suryanata, then she is really in a bad luck. The problem with Rama alone is still not finished, now it is faced with one more problem with other Suryanata family members. It is certain that it will be long-tailed.

"Rama?" Nayla nodded confidently.

Not wrong, this girl is really Rama Suryanata's real sister. Why is the world so narrow that he has a problem with the Suryanata brothers?

"Inget, right?" Tom forced his smile. How could he forget all the events involving Suryanata's son?

"We're not friends, we just know." Tomi. Nayla nodded in understanding.

"Okay, again I'm sorry. I promise to replace the loss. Then excuse me."

Tomi immediately passed from before Nayla by riding her black motorbike.

Nayla immediately continued her journey to the nearest Hasna cake shop to buy her brother-in-law's croissant order.

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Nayla is still cool in choosing cakes lined in the storefront. Just looking at him alone had made him gulp down many times. Why does he always feel bad when he is in the cake shop owned by his brother's wife? I want to taste one by one.

"This mother, sister-in-law is Hasna's sister, isn't she?" Nayla turned her gaze away from the row of pastries lined up at someone who was in front of her.

The woman wearing the store employee's uniform remembers that this girl her age had seen at their boss's wedding reception.

"Yes, right." Nayla.

"Where is Hasna, Ma'am? Is it healed? We'd love to go to the hospital, but it's not allowed by her husband." Said the officer.

"Alhamdulillah, Ms. Hasna is well. Only his recovery remains. Pray, hopefully be allowed to go home soon." Answer Nayla.

"Aamiin, no need to ask, we certainly pray for kindness to Ms. Hasna."

"She said Hasna was pregnant? Is that true?" Nayla nodded.

"Astaghfirullah, is the content okay? Hasna said she was in a coma?" The voice of the female employee invited the curiosity of her other friends who accidentally listened to their chat. Two more store employees joined the conversation.

"Alhamdulillah, the content is safe. Ms. Hasna and her baby-to-be are both fighting to stay alive. Here, I'm buying the cake that Ms. Hasna asked for." Nayla showed the tray in her hand.

"Mbak Hasna cravings huh, Ma'am?"

"It looks so."

"If you need anything, just connect us, Ma'am. We're gonna help you make the cake that Hasna wants. Oh, a minute." Nayla noticed Hasna's employee's movements. Apparently he took two pieces of cake and handed it to Nayla.

"This is our new recipe. Usually we will try to make it with Mbak Hasna. May Miss Hasna like it."

"Thank you, yeah."

"It's an amuase, Ma'am? Do I need to add anything else?"

"That's enough. Ms. Hasna only asked for croissants, but it looks like I'm the one with the cake here." Kekeh Nayla's.

""If so, let's go. I helped wrap it up, yeah." Nayla handed me a tray full of the cake. In his heart he was tickled. Hasna who is pregnant and feels cravings, why is it that she is able to see cakes that look so tempting?

"Here, Ma'am." The employee handed Nayla a bag of cookies.

"How much of it?" Nayla had already taken out a few pieces of money from her wallet.

"No need, Ma'am. For Ms. Hasna, right? Yes, the store owner told you to pay?" Kekeh that officer.

"But all Ms. Hasna asked for was a croissant, the rest was mine." Nayla offered what she had prepared.

"It's okay, Ma'am. If you're asked to compensate, we'd cut the pay." Both of his friends nodded at the same time.

Is that what they were to Hasna? Nayla could see the worry from the look on their faces as she asked Hasna. Also the relief of listening to his answer to Hasna's condition. Luckily, Hasna was surrounded by people who loved her.

"If so, this is for a small sack of healing Mbak Hasna." Nayla gave some fifty thousand bills to them.

"But, Ma'am."

"Udah, no papa. Accepted, yes." Nayla again pushed the woman's hand in order to receive a gift from her.

"There's a lot of ya, Ma'am."

"Sama-sama, please excuse me first."

Nayla immediately left the store, lest her future niece wait long. Can Ileran later.

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