The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 150

Almost a month Rama carried out his activities without drama. His stable emotions, making Ivan also Tania can breathe a sigh of relief. The work can also be completed well.

Fortunately, the mood swing Rama did not relapse during an important meeting with company officials this morning. Otherwise, there could only be a prolonged lecture during the meeting.

Everything is back to being conducive. No more morning drama. The smell of the room that causes headaches. Also drinking water that feels tasteless.

Rama who was discussing with Ivan about the planning project, immediately lost focus when his phone rang repeatedly. The man deliberately ignored it, because three more days, the material would be presented in front of the client immediately.

"Sir, is it better not to lift first? Maybe something's important." Ivan said, as Rama's cell phone stopped ringing for the third time.

"Let it go, stay focused on the job." Rama said without taking his eyes off. The man was completely concentrated on his work.

The flat object again rang, but the owner seemed to care about his hearing. Ivan breathed his breath out violently. How to stay focused, if many times listening to the sound of Rama's phone ringing? Rama also remained unmoved in his place without any desire to raise the call.

The call was the tenth time. But Rama still ignored the phone he put on his desk, while he was discussing with Ivan on the sofa.

"Sir, sorry, there's an incoming call. I'm authorized to lift it." Ivan said as a call came in on his phone. Rama only glanced at his assistant. A second later, the man nodded.

"Ha_"

"Sister Ivan, brother Rama where the hell is it? From there on the phone can't." Ivan slightly kept the phone away from his ear. Nayla's voice actually made her eardrum almost break.

"Sir Rama is working_"

"Who also said that Brother Rama is remidi. Do not need Ivan Kak also clearly Nay already know that Kak Rama again work." Ivan scratched his temple for no reason. After the drama Rama is over, now he must listen to melodious singing from Nayla.

Nayla did not hear Ivan's reply, only a long, audible gasp that she repeatedly heard from across the phone.

"Sister Ivan? Ivan's brother is still there, right? Don't tell me Nay was left in the bathroom. Sis? Brother I_"

Ivan snorted in annoyance, so Nayla could have thought if he left the call to the bathtub. Ivan is not finished with the strange thoughts of Nayla. Long wanted it to feel like flashing the girl's head with a balloon filled with water. Let her head be cold.

"Nay, lower your voice. It's office. What's up?" It is better to ask what is the purpose of the girl calling her. There is no time for pleasantries.

"Sorry, Mr. Ivan. It's Hasna." Ivan was slightly surprised, as Hasna's soft voice over greeted his hearing.

"Mom Hasna?"

Rama stopped the movement of his fingers on the keyboard. And shifted his focus from the screen of his folding object to the assistant who mentioned his wife's name.

"Yes, Mom?"

Ivan is shocked when his phone has been taken over by Rama.

"Yes, honey? Why's the phone on Ivan's phone, not on my number?" Rama Protest. The man looked as if he was skinning his assistant alive. It was as if Ivan was a threat to him. Only because the wife would prefer to contact Ivan, rather than him.

"Mas, I've called you more than ten times, yes. But there is no answer from Rama." Replace Rama who was hit by protests from his wife.

So that call he had ignored from Hasna? Soon he grabbed his cell phone, and checked the call history. And sure enough, all the calls from Hasna. Rama scooped up his face. Do not let the woman sulk, could be his fate tonight. Because during pregnancy, Hasna is very spoiled and easily sulked even for a while.

"Sorry, sweetheart. His phone's left at the desk." Rama looked at Ivan, as if threatening, lest Hasna know if she had deliberately ignored the call.

"Emm..what's up?" Rama asked softly.

Ivan really wanted to pull out the ears of his boss. His attitude was so sweet and impressed in his eyes. Not very suitable with his character so far which tends to charisma and seem fierce. Suppose that Ivan laughed as hard as he could, laughing at Rama's attitude that seemed sweet as a rabbit when dealing with Hasna.

"Mas, so pick us up, don't you? We waited almost an hour. If Mas Rama is busy, we take a taxi online." Rama patted his forehead. How he forgot if he had promised to pick up Hasna after his wife and sister were shopping.

Rama looked at the watch on his left wrist. It was over an hour from the promised time.

"All right, wait a minute. In half an hour, I'll be there."

"No need, we took a taxi home. I'm too tired to wait for Mas Rama." Hasna at the end. The woman really felt tired, especially with her condition that was pregnant. Not because he was sulking, but he was really tired.

"You mad?" Rama immediately felt anxious.

"No, I'm really tired, Mom."

"Alright, be careful, honey." He better give up this time.

"Yes, Mas. Assalamu'alaikum."

Rama stared at the mobile phone whose light slowly dimmed in his hand. He's really sorry. Her work today really caught her attention, to the point that she forgot the promise to pick Hasna up.

"Why don't you remind me, Ivan?" His speech was flat without turning his gaze towards Ivan.

"Yes, Sir?"

Ivan was a little surprised to hear that. Reminds? About what things? Did he forget that Rama asked to be reminded of something?

"It's too late." Ivan frowned more and more. I really don't understand what Rama meant.

"Sir, sorry. That's.my phone." Ivan said as Rama was about to put his cell phone in his pants pocket. Rama grunted in annoyance.

"I'm not interested in your phone, Ivan." Grunts, then handed the flat object to the assistant.

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"Hasna's home?" Rama asked Marni when the door had just opened.

"Already, Mas. Hasna's mom is in the room." Mba Marni.

Gegas Rama headed towards their room which was below. Guilt arises when the wife fell asleep, even still wearing full clothes. The woman was really tired apparently.

Rama took off the suit still attached to his body, then approached Hasna who was sleeping peacefully. Gently rubbed the cheeks that always blush it.

"Dear, wakeup. Soon in maghrib time. Not good." Rama.

Hasna felt something rubbing her cheeks, so her sleep felt disturbed.

"Mas Rama?" Sluggishly.

Rama smiled, also feeling guilty to find his wife awake.

"Wake up, maghrib soon." Hasna slowly sat down, trying to ward off the drowsiness that was still faithfully dancing in both eyes.

"I'm sorry." Rama softly nibbled Hasna's feet. Trying a little to reduce the fatigue that his wife felt.

"No papa, my mom." Hasna pulled his leg.

"Why? You mad?" Ask Rama.

"No, it's just that I feel disrespectful if Mas Rama massages my legs."

"No, Honey. Get your foot." Pinta Rama's. Hasna shakes.

"I want to take a shower."

Rama pulled the corner of his lips. Looks like there's a good chance. He will use it well this time. After all, Hasna had been declared completely cured by the Doctor.

"I'll take a shower too." Rama.

"Then, Rama first."

"Why not be together?" Rama's words made a subtle sigh in Hasna's heart.

"As long as we're married, we never do, do we?" Hasna was wrong with her own behavior.

"I'd better go first." Hasna was about to get out of bed, but Rama held her back.

"Why?"

"No." The red Romans had adorned both of Hasna's cheeks, and Rama liked it.

"Then, come on." Hasna bit her lip, why does it feel like her chest is about to explode?

"It's Sunnah, honey." Rama gave his sweetest smile to Hasna.

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