The Angel of Wounds
Chapter 147
After almost forty days in hospital, Hasna was finally allowed to go home. A happy roar flashed clearly on the face of the shady-eyed woman, while the car that Ivan was driving entered the grounds of their private home.
Rama helped Hasna to get down. Faces full of joy were seen from those who welcomed the woman home. Her two in-laws, Nayla, Mr. Mamat, also Ms. Marni.
"Assalamu'alaikum." Rama and Hasna at the same time.
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
Miss Diana approached Hasna, and immediately took her daughter-in-law into a hug. Seeing Hasna in her current state really made the middle-aged woman unceasingly give thanks. Women his daughter's age managed to struggle through difficult times with the prospective grandchildren of the Suryanata family who were still two months in the womb at the fateful event.
"Welcome, my dear. Mama's so glad you've been allowed to go home." Hasna smiled at the words of Mama-in-law.
"Are there no hugs for Papa?" Hasna looked at Mr. Andi who was standing next to Ms. Diana.
"Papa." Hasna hugged her father-in-law.
"Princess Papa." Said Mr. Andi.
Speech Pak Andi successfully made Pak Mamat and Mbak Marni shed tears. The little girl, who has been an orphan since childhood, has now found a family that loves her. The two in-laws who perform like their own daughter, as well as a sister-in-law who considers Hasna like her biological sister.
Pak Andi gave a kiss on Hasna's forehead, and looked at her affectionately.
"Blessed, Son. Papa always pray that you are always given health and happiness." Said Mr. Andi.
"Thank you, Pa." Hasna.
"Ehem... Papa won't hug Papa's handsome son-in-law?" Rama.
Mr. Andi just patted Rama's shoulder a few times with a smile.
"Look, honey, I'll be scribbled from the list of heirs soon. Hope you're willing to accept if I become a cranky after this." Joked Rama, make everyone hold back laughter.
"Calm down, kid. I'll raise you as a son after you're officially in the scribble of the Suryanata family's heirs." Mr. Danu, Ivan's father.
"Ahhh.paman is so good." Rama hugged his father's personal assistant, because Rama had already considered men his father's age like his own biological father.
"Can I replace Mr. Rama, Mr. Andi?" Celtuk Ivan.
"Oh, very much Ivan. You want to replace his position as a father-to-be?" Miss Diana's.
"If no one objectes." The handsome assistant replied excitedly.
"Ivan." Rama's voice sounded cold, just like it was in the office.
"Sorry, Sir. I only asked for the position as Suryanata's son, but your mother offered a more lucrative position. Will I be able to refuse it?" Ivan replied no less firmly.
"Ahh..the art gets a new sister." Nayla was sitting on Ivan's arm.
All who were there held back his laughter. How not, Rama's expression really showed great annoyance.
"If I were, what did Papa say." Hasna's speech successfully made Rama's netra pattern perfectly.
"What does that mean?" Rama narrowed his eyes to look at his wife.
Hasna did not reply, only revealing her stifled smile.
"Mbak Hasna?" Mba Marni.
"Mister Marni?"
"Mbak Hasna is healthy?" Ask the woman who devoted herself to the Hasna family with teary eyes. Softly rubbing both arms Hasna.
"Alhamdulillah, Ma'am."
Marni could no longer hide her tears. After all, she was already a part of Hasna's life before becoming Rama's wife.
"Mbak Marni is healthy?"
"Healthy.healthy, Ma'am." Issak Mbak Marni.
"From today on, Miss Marni will be working at our house, honey." Rama. Hasna smiled hearing that.
"Sorry, Ma'am, Hasna will definitely take Marni again." Hasna.
"Don't say that, Ma'am. I even mingle we can get together again like before." Mba Marni.
"I'm also thankful, there's a friend to be with." Mr. Mamat Sahut.
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After Maghrib all the guests left the residence of Rama, leaving behind the nuclear family of Suryanata. The assurance of Hasna's healing as well as the safety of her womb is complete.
"Tonight, can Mama stay here?" Ask Diana.
"Don't, Ma'am, let me. Hasna's mom just rest in the room." Sahut Mbak Marni who happened to clean up the leftovers for guests.
"Or, Miss Hasna. Yes, if we are far away guests, pack in all rooms." Circlap Nayla.
"But Nay wants that room." Nayla pointed to one of the guest rooms.
"That room, our room." Sahut Rama fast.
"Sister's room is upstairs."
"During recovery, we'll occupy the room below." Rama continued.
"Let's help you settle down, Mom." Mba Marni.
"No need, Ma'am. This room is often used if we are lazy up." Rama.
"You'd better take Hasna to rest." Papa.
Rama took Hasna into the usual guest room Hasna occupied. Slowly the man helped Hasna to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Do I want to help you change clothes?" Tawar Rama's. Hasna was still wearing the same clothes from the hospital. Hesitating Hasna nodded in agreement.
Rama immediately went to the wardrobe, took a change of clothes for his wife. With great pain, Rama helped Hasna change clothes. The thing Hasna always did for her, now she does.
Rama rubbed gently on Hasna's face. Still pretty, a little more chubby. Until the fourth month of her pregnancy, Hasna did not feel any morning sickness drama, and all the food Hasna could eat with pleasure.
Hasna saw her reflection in the mirror. A little forced a smile when he found out how he looked now. The usual black mane is beautifully scattered, now there is no more. All trimmed. For a moment, Hasna lowered her gaze.
"I'm sorry, Mom." Lirih Hasna's.
"I'm sorry? What's for?" Rama was astonished by his wife's words.
"I'm sorry, if I don't cool my eyes anymore when Mas Rama looks at me." Hasna felt herself unable to please her husband with her current appearance.
"Why do you say that?"
"Is it because of this hair?" Rama gently rubbed Hasna's black mane which was trimmed short due to yesterday's operation.
Hasna did not answer, only averted her eyes. Honestly, he felt that he was not attractive now. The woman felt insecure about her appearance. If she were a single woman, she wouldn't feel this way. She's a wife who should please her husband's view.
"Even without this hair, you're still my beautiful Hasna." Praise Rama.
Rama cupped Hasna's face with both hands. Staring at the beautiful bead that exuded that sadness.
"I'm enough to see all the advantages my wife has. So are its shortcomings. Because you are my clothes, and vice versa."
Rama turned to grab the two hands of Hasna who were on the lap, and squeezed them gently.
"Never say if you are not beautiful with your current appearance. It is precisely this proof that you are able to survive to remain by my side. Fight to keep company for the rest of my life." Rama smiled warmly, staring lovingly at the woman who had made him fall in love so many times while looking at her.
Rama kissed Hasna's forehead with a feeling of love. Bringing the woman into his warm embrace.
"Wait a minute, I have something for you."
Rama's gasps came out of the room, leaving a question in Hasna's mind. Before long, the man appeared from behind the door.
"Close your beautiful eyes, dear." Hasna frowned in surprise at Rama's request. Close ones eyes? The first time her husband asked for this.
"Come on, just for a second." Hasna closed her eyes.
The woman felt something wrap around her neck.
"Now, open your eyes." Whisperer Rama.
Hasna slowly opened her eyes. Looked at her reflection in the mirror. A necklace with a beautiful sapphire stone pendulum.
"I've wanted to give it to you for a long time. But I'm too weak to do it." Rama.
"This necklace, I bought it on purpose in Japan. But I doubt when I'll give it to you. I need some time to convince you, if I can accept you being a part of my life. I intentionally kept it. And now, this necklace has found its owner." Hasna saw the necklace around her neck, very pretty. Slowly Hasna pulled both corners of her lips.
"I'm sorry if I ever doubted our marriage. But I'm sure the decision I made wasn't wrong. You are the last purpose of this anchored heart." Said Rama, the man was gently peeping the cheek of the wife.
"Do you like it?" Hasna nodded.
Rama took Hasna into his arms. Closely holding the body of the woman who owns her heart.
"Never say anything that makes you look bad, honey. To me you are the perfect woman with everything you have." Lirih Rama's. Rama felt a nod in his chest.
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