The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 156

There are still many questions that revolve in Hasna's mind about Marissa. But she should keep all, because the attitude that Rama showed, was not friendly when she mentioned the name of her ex-husband's secretary.

Reward. That word is Hasna's underscore. Whatdoes thatmean? What reward? A reply? What reply does Rama mean? What don't-don't...?

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim." Lirih Hasna's. That sentence that he was able to say many times, trying to expel the turmoil that plagued his heart.

Cclek

Hasna flinched from her daydream, Rama's warm smile greeting her. Hasna followed the movements of her husband, who was getting closer to her.

"What meda?" Rama sat down in front of Hasna.

"No." Hasna nodded slowly.

Rama stared at the beautiful face in front of him. Like his wife was thinking. The woman looks agitated.

"Hmmm. Tell me, maybe your handsome husband can help." Rama gently rubbed Hasna's mane back to length.

The woman nodded and returned.

"Why? Did you make the same mistake?" Hasna returned to her head.

Rama breathed his breath out violently. It seemed like what Hasna was thinking was not far from Marissa. He better not bring up or force Hasna to speak. Because he himself was reluctant to talk about it.

"All right." Rama rubbed Hasna's growing belly.

"Assalamu'alaikum, father's son." Rama leaned his body so that his face was parallel to Hasna's stomach.

"You don't mind if I ask our son to call me father?" Hasna frowned, then shook her head.

"Come, Honey. Saying something. Don't just shake from earlier. I'm not that smart." Rama.

The woman pulled the corner of her lips. Yes, it is true that Rama is not that kind.

"No, I don't mind." Finally there was a word Hasna said.

"Alright, if you don't mind, from today call me father. So that our children will learn to call with the same name." Pinta Rama's. Hasna reflex frowned.

"I call Mas Rama, father?" Ask Hasna. Even the woman pressed the word father to make sure if it was true maxuda from the words of her husband.

Rama nodded quickly, because that was what he asked for.

"Why?" Rama saw a surprised expression clearly on the beautiful face of the wife, even as if rejecting her request indirectly.

"Yes.ngak papa anyway. It's not too early to call Mas Rama?" Ask Hasna. She has not given birth either.

"I don't think so. Instead you must get used to calling me father, so that you also get used to."

"But, Mas_"

"Do you want, if our son calls me 'Mas Rama' just like you call me?" Hasna shakes.

"Well, trus?"

"I mean, I can call Mas Rama if it's our son again. If we're just the two of us, it's ridiculous." Then the woman laughed.

"Why?"

"If I call my father Mas Rama when we are both, how do I feel like a teenager with his father." Keve Hasna. It seemed really laughable, until the two cheeks Hasna who met red when laughing.

Rama scratched his temple. It seems like what Hasna said is quite reasonable. Moreover, their age is seven years adrift. Not to mention Hasna's baby face, could-can really happen what his wife said. Could be bad later. Let no Bian generation appear after this.

"Mass? Where's diem?" Hasna shook Rama's hand.

"Hmm?"

"Diem's cigarette? Why?" Ask Hasna.

"No." Rama shook his head.

Hasna's forehead is getting wrinkled up to her. Who had said a lot, suddenly Rama was silent a thousand languages.

Silent, the two fell silent and dissolved with their respective thoughts.

"Emmm... Then don't call me dad." Rama broke the silence.

"Yes, Mas?"

"Don't call me, dad." Lirih Rama, made Hasna smile to hear it.

"Why?"

"Yes, just don't." It's weird, Hasna thought. Rama's request has changed 360 degrees.

Hasna looked forward to Rama's reply. The man fell silent, and tried to find the right answer, so that Hasna would not laugh when she said the reason that had been in her head.

"Yes, I just don't want you to think of me as a father." Hasna frowned. Rama noticed the expression Hasna showed.

"Why do you see me like that?" The man seemed to object as Hasna looked at him in wonder.

"No, I don't think so. I'm just saying, like."

"I just don't want to, they wrongly assume our relationship. I'll think I'm Daddy's sugar again. Then came the other Bian-Bian who took you." Hasna could not help but laugh. Why could Rama think so far. Daddy Sugar? And Bian? Why are Nayla's college friends also linked?

"Why laugh?"

"No, it's just that I was thinking. How could you, yeah, think of it that far? Daddy Sugar?" Hasna still giggled. A strange term, which describes him as an Om-om mistress.

"Udah is like my Om-om stash, Mas." The woman returned laughing.

"I think it's really nice to say Om-om's stash." Those sharp eyes narrowed, looking at the face of the sumringah that his wife was looking at.

"That's a big thing, if his om-om is as handsome and as rich as Mas Rama." Hasna's laughter broke.

"Ckk..sucks." grumbled Rama saw the laughter of his wife who seemed to be laughing at him.

"Udah ah, Mas. My stomach's cramping." Hasna said as her laughter subsided.

"Kram?" Hasna nodded.

Rama's face turned into panic. He remembered very well one of the dangers of pregnancy is starting from cramps in the stomach.

"We're going to the hospital now."

"Hospital? Make what?"

"She said your stomach was cramping?"

"Who said my stomach was cramping. My stomach feels stiff mostly laughs." Obviously Hasna.

"Hufft..thank God." Rama breathed his breath with relief.

"Daddy, look. Your mom's really hot." Said Rama while rubbing Hasna's cheek.

"Tok mom anyway? Iiihi... Mas Rama is fine." Rama finally managed to make his wife feel upset too.

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Two months on, Marissa served her sentence behind bars. And during that time, only Siska always saw the situation there. Once a week, the woman must have come to bring delicious food from out there.

The delicious food that Marissa often enjoys, now it tastes very special on her tongue. And the food that he often mishaps when Tomi brings after work, now looks much more special than the food he enjoys every day with his friends here.

Tom. I don't know where that guy is. Since his arrest, the man did not reveal his nose at all. Even after she gave birth, the man only met her twice. And their last meeting, when Tomi drops her talc. The man kept his promise. Marrying only to be responsible for his actions. Never touched her, and freed herself after giving birth. Even the man did not allow her to see the baby she had just born.

"Sister Marissa, someone wants to meet." Said one of the officers.

Marissa walked with the officer from behind, to the visiting room. Siska, that shoulder-haired woman seemed to be smiling towards him.

"Thank you." Marissa told the officer. Officers leave Marissa and Siska.

Siska slid straight into Marissa's arms. It always feels good when you visit your best friend. Marissa has no family, and Siska is convinced that she is the only one to visit her here.

"How are you?" Siska asked as their embrace unraveled.

"Good." The two sat face to face with a long table between them.

Siska scans Marissa's appearance. The woman's face looked dull with a slightly thinner body.

"Gue bring your favorite food, Sa." Siska pushes a paper bag plan containing food in front of Marissa.

"Thank you."

Since giving birth, Marissa is quieter. Even every Siska visits the contract, he is the one who talks more. And Marissa answered only then.

"So news about my son?" Ask the woman expectantly.

It was this question that always made Siska feel guilty. He felt he failed to carry out the mandate of Marissa to find out the whereabouts of the baby. Let's say Tomi is selfish, but the man has considered everything carefully. Not without reason Tomi brought her baby, and kept her son away from her biological mother. He is very worried if Marissa returns desperate to do things that could endanger others and involve his son. Moreover, Marissa had stated from the beginning if she did not want the baby.

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Sorry yesterday did not have time to up. it has been prepared but the author overslept😴😴, abis ngurir all day🤭

happy reading🥰🥰😘