The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 155

Hasna began to squirm when it was felt that something wet was hitting the surface of her cheeks. It's cold, that's how he feels.

"Mas Rama?" Hasna finally woke up. Rama's wet hands managed to keep him awake.

The typical hoarse sound of waking up, seems to make Rama a little wild-minded. Especially when Hasna squirms, stretching her muscles. Hasna's movements looked so sexy in the man's eyes.

"Sholat first. It's almost five." Rama said without turning his gaze away from his wife.

"Fifth hour?" Hasna was aghast, and cast her eyes perfectly. Because this time he woke up.

"Why didn't you wake up at three?" I heard protests from my wife.

"I've woken you up many times. And this is the eighth time." Again Hasna rejected her neutrality, as if she did not believe the words of her husband.

"What time?" Hasna still can't believe it.

"Yes, Honey. Moreover, you just slept through the middle of the night yesterday, right?" Rama rubbed Hasna's cheeks and smiled warmly.

Not that Rama did not know if last night Hasna did not look well while sleeping. Repeatedly the woman changed her position, as if looking for a comfortable position, but apparently she could not close her eyes. With the stomach getting bigger, Hasna is increasingly uncomfortable when sleeping. And finally, Rama took the woman into his arms. Gently rubbed his back, falling asleep.

"Want you to help?" Tawar Rama's.

Hasna looked dead. Slowly Rama helped Hasna to sit down. Then he took the woman to the front of the bathroom.

"Mass? Why are you still here?" Hasna asked, because Rama was still waiting for her in front of the bathroom door, when she finished doing activities inside there.

"Fear that my wife needs my help."

"Mas, I've been wudhu, yes." Hasna dodged when Rama would touch her cheek.

"Sorry, forgot." Kekeh Rama's.

Hasna went straight to the place where they used to pray together with Rama followed behind him.

"No need to bother like this, Mom." Apparently the man had prepared a mukena and a prayer tool for Hasna.

"No, who's bothered? Pray fast, hunt the sunrise."

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Rama is still reluctant to move from his comfortable position. Sleeping on the lap of the wife, facing the stomach that has opened large. Listening to the chanting of verse by verse that Hasna read. Occasionally give a gentle swipe in his wife's stomach as he feels kicks from inside there.

Hasna closed her mushaf, and kept it on a small table near her place of prayer. His hand gently rubbed the black mane of the husband lying on his lap.

"How much longer can I hold him?" Rama slightly raised his head, looking at the face of the wife who was getting more beautiful while pregnant like this.

"Emmm.about two more months." Hasna.

"It's so long." Mumbled Rama.

"All the time is right, Mom. Pregnancy is like that, nine months and ten days. Or about forty weeks." Obviously Hasna, and Rama reward it. But he really can't wait for the presence of his baby into the world.

Rama was silent, not responding to his wife's words. The man seemed cool to chat with the baby who was still in the womb Hasna.

"Mass?"

"Hmm."

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"But, Mas Rama promised not to be angry, huh?" Rama knitted both eyebrows. Why should I be angry? What would Hasna ask him? Is something going to touch her?

"What?" Rama is curious now.

"Promise first."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Yes, I promise I won't be angry." Rama pinches his wife's nose.

"Really huh?"

"Is all pregnant women this way? The bigger the child in the womb, the more like the child of the mother." Tweet Rama.

Hasna's mood changes that Rama easily noticed. Suddenly cheerful as the sun rises. They also sometimes snuggle and prefer silence. Just a minute, and never for long.

"Mkk..." Hasna pursed her lips.

"No, now it's crashing." Rama poked the tip of Hasna's nose with anxiety.

"Sir, look, the mother is angry. Uh, Mother what's Mama, huh? Or Mami? Mommy's? Mammy? The umi? Mum maybe?" Rama's original speech.

"www..." Rama groaned as the crab pinch landed perfectly on his waist.

"Dec, now it's angry." Rama said to Hasna's stomach, while rubbing the scars of Hasna's pinch that left a hot taste. Rama complained to his future son in the content of Hasna, as if he could reach what he complained.

Hasna did not respond to Rama who teased her. Until the man looked back at the face of the woman who was on it.

"Are you quiet? He said he wanted to ask? Is it not?" Hasna breathed out fast.

"I was just kidding, honey. How could I possibly be angry at my bidadah." Rama rubbed Hasna's cheek gently with his thumb.

Hasna glanced at the man lying on his lap at a glance. Finally, he opened his voice again.

"How's Marissa doing?" One successful sentence made the smile that had decorated Rama's handsome face, disappear in an instant.

Rama drew back the outstretched hand that touched the wife's face, and turned his gaze away.

"How's it going?" Another question that Rama did not want to hear.

"When it happened, if it wasn't wrong, Ms. Marissa was seven months pregnant. She should have given birth." Hasna. The woman felt a little guilty for her actions, attracting Marissa quite strongly back then. He's just worried about the fetus in Marissa's womb.

Hasna looked down and watched the water Rama showed. Looks cold and impressed, stiff. It was almost the same at the beginning of their marriage. A very unfriendly face.

"Mas Rama is angry?" Rama remained in his position. I don't even want to look at Hasna.

"So Rama promised, not to be angry."

Mum. That is what Rama chose today.

"Mass? I'm just worried about the baby in Marissa's womb. At that time I pulled his hand quite strong. And I still had time to hear screams of pain, before in the end everything seemed to darken. I_"

Rama rose from his position and departed from the presence of Hasna, making the woman feel a little confused.

"Mass?" Hasna took Rama's hand, before the man stepped.

"I don't want to talk about this." Rama's words sounded so cold in Hasna's ears.

"Why? I'm just asking."

"Should I answer it?" Rama stared intently at the bead of the wife who was still loyal in her position.

"Should I give a reason for the question, why, what are you asking?" Rama puts emphasis on every word.

"You should think, with the incident, you should be able to determine the attitude. Don't just feel guilty about someone who doesn't have a heart. But think of yourself too." Hasna loosened her grip and let go of the hand. Rama's words really made him feel pain. As if asking something made him commit a great sin.

"Sorry, I just asked. If Rama won't answer either, that's okay." Lirih Hasna's. Hasna felt if the response Rama gave impressed excessive. But what he asked was something natural.

Rama could see, the face was sad. This is what Rama did not like. He was too weak to deal with Hasna. Too often he hurt her, making her promise herself that she would never hurt his wife again. Hasna had been too patient with him all this time.

Rama threw out his breath violently, and restored his original black mane. The man sat down opposite his wife.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you. It's just, I don't want you to talk about that woman. He's already got the reward he's supposed to get." Hasna turned her head, and stared fixedly at the thick bead. The payoff? What reward does Rama mean? What baby...? No. gabe. Even going to say the possibility that Marissa and the baby just experienced, Hasna could not.

"Please don't ask again." Rama said before Hasna opened her voice and asked questions again.

"If you had known, if Marissa was in jail because of me. I'm sure, you must be angry and disappointed in me, Hasna. Especially when you know what Marissa's condition is. Your heart is too soft to understand others. But you are insensitive to the attitude that others show you. Let everything go properly. I just want to take care of you and our son. And I'll make sure you're always safe."