The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 154

Two days Rama left Hasna out of the city. Makes the man stiffen the longing for the wife and her child-to-be. His job this time cannot be represented. Fortunately, it was soon completed. Rama wants to get home soon and meet his beloved wife.

And just like the incident, Ivan was asked to be a driver on the way home. When he left, Rama drove the car.

"Do we stop by for a meal, sir?" Tawar Ivan's. It just so happens that soon they will pass the rest area.

"no need. We'll just go home." Ivan snorted in annoyance. The truth is, the trip is still three hours away and Rama chose to go straight home? He might faint in the middle of the road.

"Then, I'm authorized to take away from the fast food restaurant in the front rest area. If my stomach is empty, I am afraid of dizziness. Could be dangerous later." Ivan's words were tucked into a bit of a lie.

Rama thought for a moment. It is true what Ivan said. The trip was still three hours away, and the lunch hour had already passed two hours ago. If forced will not be good later.

"All right, we're looking for a restaurant. Let's eat first." Rama said in the end, which made Ivan breathe a sigh of relief.

With great excitement, Ivan drove his car. Honestly, he was very hungry. At breakfast, he ate only a little.

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Hasna was enjoying fresh fruits in the living room, accompanied by Mbak Marni. She enjoyed her pregnancy without drama. Anything he can eat well.

"Eat dinner tonight, Miss Hasna no request? Maybe someone wants to?" Ask Mama Marni.

"What yes, Ma'am? It doesn't seem to exist." Answer Hasna in between her chews.

"Three soup is possible, what is Mbak Hasna's favorite burning rib?"

Hasna momentarily stopped her activities, then looked at Mbak Marni with sparkling eyes.

"You, Ma'am. Hasna wants to burn ribs. I haven't eaten grilled ribs in a long time." The woman said enthusiastically.

Just by mentioning his name alone, Hasna had already swallowed. Imagine how delicious his favorite food is if it is eaten while still warm. Since marriage, Hasna has cooked Rama's favorite rib soup more often than her favorite grilled ribs.

"Is Mas Rama cooked rib soup too, Ma'am?" Ask Mama Marni. The basic ingredients are the same, so it can be cooked.

"I don't think we're home yet, ma'am. It'll be late at night till home." Hasna.

"Yes already then. I stay behind. Get ready to cook." Marni left Hasna alone in the midfield.

Two days without Rama it feels so quiet home. Hasna is free to carry out activities without the male's prohibition. The greater the age of the womb, the more protective Rama was against him. It's not a heavy thing he does. But Rama treated himself like a man who was seriously ill. Always be limited.

Drrr...

Long life, just talked about, now Rama makes a call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, darling. What are?" Really stale like a teenager who is in the middle of kasmaran.

"Again relaxed, enjoy the fruits. Where did Rama get?" Ask Hasna.

"It's still in rest area B city. Wh why? Do you miss me?" Hasna blushed hearing Rama's question.

"Hello? Darling?"

"Yes, Mas?"

"Ckk. Why do you always not answer if I ask, do you miss me?" Rama Protest.

"Hurry home, I wait for Mas Rama at home." Gentle Hasna speech.

"Alright, Ivan I'll ask to drive at high speed to get there soon."

"No need to speed. Remember, it was me and our future son waiting for his father to come home safely." Gentle Hasna speech.

"All right, queen mother. I'll be home soon and safely arrived." Rama.

"Oh yes, Rama about until home at what time?" Ask Hasna.

"About seven. Why?"

"No papa. Do I need to have dinner ready?" Tawar Hasna's.

"It seems unnecessary. We're just gonna eat. Just you, don't eat late." Rama.

"Alright, Honey. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

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With great pleasure, Hasna enjoyed dinner with her favorite menu with Mbak Marni and also Mr. Mamat. This is the kind of thing Hasna always missed. Both of his workers already consider Hasna like his own family.

Mr. Mamat and Mbak Marni looked at each other and smiled, as they saw how Hasna enjoyed her meal. They seemed to be looking at the little Hasna they had always been with while eating.

"Enak, Ma'am?" Ask Mama Marni.

Hasna nodded quickly and gave her thumb.

"Never fail." Praise the woman.

"Slow down, Ma'am eat it. We eat tempeh with the same flavor, not papa really." Seloroh Mr. Mamat.

Hasna only realized that she had consumed some grilled ribs, and had added rice twice.

"Sorry, transmissivity. It's so good."

"No papa, Ma'am. Continue, so that baby Mother Hasna doesn't feel hungry." Said Mr. Mamat.

"If you want to add, there's still no, Ma'am. Hold on, I'll get you." Ms Marni Sahut.

Mbak Marni went to the kitchen, took the remaining burning ribs that were still there.

"Let the Father open. Hasna's mom just continued eating." Said Mr. Mamat when he heard the house bell ringing.

The big man immediately opened the door. Apparently Rama. It was still seven hours less, the male master had already reached home. He said it would be until eight.

"Mas Rama." Sapa Pak Mamat while looking down politely.

"My wife is asleep?" Ask Rama.

"No, Mas. Hasna's mom is still having dinner."

Rama went inside to the dining room. And sure enough, he found the wife was eating voraciously. Even the woman ate without using a spoon and fork.

Rama approached and sat right next to his wife. Hasna, who was still engrossed in her food, was unaware of Rama's arrival. The man observed how his wife enjoyed her meal. Rama pulled the corners of his lips into an arch.

"Can I join? It looks so good." Hasna turned her head and found Rama sitting beside her.

"Mas Rama?" Hasna was a little surprised because Rama came over for dinner.

"Mas Rama want me to get you a plate?" Ask Mama Marni.

"Yes, can. Suddenly I felt hungry after seeing my wife eat. It looks so good." Rama.

Mbak Marni immediately prepared a clean plate for Rama. Without waiting for long, Rama immediately scooped up the rice and took the same side dish as Hasna.

"That burns, huh?" Hasna nodded

"Mad Hasna's favorite, Mas." Ms Marni Sahut.

"Oh yeah?" Rama turned to Mbak Marni, then looked at the wife.

"Mbak Hasna is very much like grilled ribs, just like his late mother." Mr. Mamat Sahut.

"I remember very well, if the old house of Bu Hesti cooks for Ms. Hasna, I always make sure I do help. He said it was Hasna's favorite food, Ma'am. Later if I don't have time to make it, please Ma'am Marni make it for Hasna, yes." Mbak Marni's speech mimicked the words of the mother of Hasna's birth mother with teary eyes.

"I never thought, if it was like a will, that we would always take care and accompany little Ms. Hasna." Marni rubbed the wet corners of her eyes.

The atmosphere of the dinner that had been warm turned into a day, because of the story of Mbak Marni about the mother of Hasna who had died almost fourteen years ago.

"Hemmm..when did you start eating it? I'm already very hungry. Mr. Mamat, take up a position immediately. We eat together. Marni as well." Rama's words shifted the atmosphere. The man did not want to see his wife sad. Because the look of Hasna's face that was full of enthusiasm, turned into a mute when hearing the story of Mbak Marni about her mother's almahumah.

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