The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 157

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

A line that Marissa used to say every time she visited the woman.

Marissa looked down lethargic, as if she could guess what answer Siska would give her.

"Gue knew that my mistake was huge. But anyway, he's my real son. Nine months he's been a part of me, Siska."

"Gue is not a good mother. But it's not fair if I'm not allowed to just look at his face. I wasn't given a chance to just hug her." Escape the tears that Marissa could hold.

Siska moved up and sat down next to Marissa. Gently rubbed the woman's back, trying to calm down.

Suppose he could say, if what Tomi did was not wrong. This is all a result of what he has done so far. He also wants Marissa to realize her mistake and want to accept marriage as well as her baby. Talak that did not fall apart, until the disappearance of Tomi and her baby. But he is not that relieved to say it to Marissa in the midst of the downturn she faced.

"Gue must be trying to find her, Sa." Repeated sentences that Siska always said to answer Marissa's question. There is absolutely no certainty that can make Marissa's day calm.

"Have you been looking for information from his office?" Marissa reopened her voice, as she was calmer. In a sense, information will be obtained from where her ex-husband works.

"Udah."

"How's crus?" Can Siska see the face of Marissa who showed such great hope.

"Curl..."

"Siska?" The look of impatience was clearly drawn on that beautiful face.

"Tomi.." -..."

"Tomi why? The clear talk!" Marissa's voice was slightly raised because Siska never said with a clear sentence.

"Tomi resigned, almost two months ago." Marissa poked her eyes perfectly. Two months?

"Re...resign?" Siska nodded in response.

"Then? His dwelling? A contract?" Siska shook her head weakly. She doesn't even know where Tomi lives after bringing her new baby Marissa.

"Mother's address?" Marissa once gave Tomi's mother's address to Siska before she went to jail.

"There is only a mother and a sister." The woman's shoulders decayed upon hearing Siska's reply.

Two weeks ago, Siska did go to Tomi's hometown. But he did not find the man there. Siska doesn't say much about the problems Marissa and Tomi face. Just asking for Tomi's whereabouts, as a friend who happened to stop by from out of town. Siska was desperate. Moreover during these two months he completely lost track of Tomi.

"Can I pinjem hape lo? I want to call him. Bentar. I want to see him. He was outrageous enough to disappear like he is now." Marissa said fiery.

Siska felt compassion for the woman who was only three months old to bear the title of a mother. After successfully passing the times where he was always accompanied by a psychiatrist, he is now struggling with problems that are no less complicated. Hopefully his mentality is not shaken like yesterday.

"Sis?" Marissa frowned, while Siska never gave her phone. Instead the woman looked down and avoided Marissa's gaze.

"Siska?"

"The number is not active." Marissa closed her eyes. Tomi completely shut down all access, without giving up the slightest loophole.

"Gu_"

"Sorry, the visiting hours are over." Said officer. Siska looked over slightly nodding and smiling.

"Gue's gonna do it, Sa." Marissa nodded.

"Gue go home first, yeah." Siska stood up to hug Marissa as a sign to say goodbye.

Siska was immediately out of the visiting room, leaving Marissa who followed her best friend's steps with a nano look.

***

Hasna repeatedly changed her position in search of comfort. But I did not find the right position. The woman sat down and threw her breath out violently. The larger the content, the more difficult it is to find a position to sleep.

Rama had just returned from work and found his wife still had not rested during the day, but it was almost two.

"Not slept?" Rama approached the bed and sat down next to Hasna.

The woman shook her head, her hands still gently rubbing her growing belly.

"Why?" Hasna let out her breath slowly.

"He's too active to move." Rama understood the meaning of the wife. She must have been uncomfortable with active movements in her stomach.

"Lay down, I'll let you sleep."

Slowly Hasna returned to lay her body. Rama rubbed his wife's stomach very gently.

"Honey, it's time for a nap. Sleep, poor Mother. Mother also needs rest." Rama said, as if inviting the baby to talk in the stomach of Hasna.

Slowly the movement begins to decrease, not as active as before. Hasna began to close her eyes during the gentle strokes and movements of her baby that began to soften.

"Smart kid." Rama said without stopping his swipe.

Tek needs to wait a long time, Hasna was completely asleep. Rama noticed the shady face of the wife who had been lulled in a dream. So calm and peaceful.

***

Rama is finishing his work in the middle room. While Hasna, the woman was at the dining table, enjoying a cup of warm chocolate and a few pieces of pandan sponge cake made by Mbak Marni.

"Eating, Mas." Mba Marni. A plate of pandan balls is presented on the table.

"Thank you, Ma'am." Rama.

"Together, Mas. Excuse me." Marni prepares to return inside, but Rama's voice stops the woman's steps.

"Mr?"

"Yes, Mas?"

"Hasna hasn't finished eating?" Ask Rama.

"No, Mas. Still eating sponge in the back. Want me to call you?" Mba Marni.

"No, let it go."

Marni immediately went inside. Rama quickly turned off the laptop that had accompanied him to work, then went inside to meet Hasna. And sure enough, his wife was enjoying pandan balls and a cup of warm chocolate at the dinner table.

"That's enough, yeah. Don't be too sweet, remember the doctor's message." Rama reminded me. The man was sitting right next to his wife.

"Yes, this time it's new, Mom." Hasna.

"Mas Rama wants to?" Tawar Hasna's. Rama opened his mouth, and one piece of Hasna's sponge was a bribe for her husband.

"It's too sweet." Rama's protest in between his arms.

"No, even I ask Mbak Marni for the lack of sugar." Hasna.

"Yes, really, honey."

"No, Mom."

"What's wrong? This is so sweet."

"Mister Marni, Mr. Mamat." Call Hasna to the two workers in their house who have just slipped out of the kitchen.

"Yes, Mommy." Answer them simultaneously.

"Please, can you come in here for a second, right?" The two workers rushed to Hasna, who was at the dinner table.

"What's up, Ma'am?" Ask Mama Marni.

"Can anyone help?" Ask Mr. Mamat

Incidentally, Mr. Mamat was carrying a cup of coffee and a plate of pandanus balls made by Mbak Marni.

"Have you tried the ball, sir?" Ask Hasna, without answering their questions first.

"Yet, Ma'am. I want to take it forward." Said Mr. Mamat.

"Cobain first, sir. Tell me later, how does it feel." Pinta Hasna's. The two frowned, not understanding Hasna's direction.

For a moment the two fell silent and looked at each other, as if questioning Hasna's intentions.

"Mbak Marni also cobain." Say Hasna while thrusting a sponge that lives three pieces on his plate to Mbak Marni.

"What's wrong, Mommy ball? Is something less fitting?" Ask Marni carefully. There was also Rama there. The woman was afraid to make a mistake when serving food to Hasna.

"No papa, Ma'am, sir. Just take a cicipin first." Rama started to open his voice. The man smiled warmly. Rama realized that the two workers were staring questioningly at him.

Hesitating, Sister Marni took a piece of pandanus sponge from Hasna's plate. What women worry about is not the taste, because Hasna did not protest when eating it earlier, even looks very enjoy it. What Mbak Marni is worried about is precisely what he has done wrong, because a moment ago he just presented it to Rama.

It feels nothing strange when the sponge they start eating, it's just that it does not taste sweet. Because Mbak Marni made it according to Hasna's request to reduce the amount of sugar.

"Where?" Ask Hasna.

"Enak, Mother. But a little less sweet." Answer Mr. Mamat.

"The taste of the ball is at the request of Mbak Hasna." Answer Ma'am Marni.

"That's it, Mas. Did I say. The ball is not sweet, even I asked Mbak Marni to make less sugar earlier." Hasna.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Why why?" Ask Marni carefully.

"This is a loh, Ma'am, said Mas Rama the ball is sweet. The feeling I ate earlier was like a request deh." Obviously Hasna.

"What time?" Rama took a piece of sponge back and bit it.

Both Hasna, Mbak Marni, and Mr. Mamat are looking forward to Rama's next response. Rama's face was very serious looking at Mbak Marni and Pak Mamat alternately. It makes both of them seem to have made mistakes.

"Loh, yes. It doesn't taste so sweet." Rama's remarks made Mbak Marni look relieved.

"But why did I eat, so sweet?" Hasna frowned again.

"Where is Mas in one pan the balls taste different?" Hasna.

"But really." Rama again ate the rest of the sponge in his hand and looked straight at the wife.

"Well, right? It's so sweet." Rama.

"Ngaco deh you. No way, ah." Hasna Protest.

"Yes really. What don't-don't...?"

"Udah, Mas, don't bother."

"I don't know, honey. I think the ball is sweet because I ate it while looking at you. The proof, I eat while looking at Mr. Mamat and Mbak Marni, it does not taste so sweet." Rama was serious. What kind of reason is that.

"If that's the case, Mas Rama is the mode, Ma'am." Kekeh Mr. Mamat. The fat man understood what Rama meant.

Hasna only realized that Rama was teasing her. Substantial. I made the others come along.

"You are, Mas. Ngeselin." Hasna presented a pinch on her husband's waist.

"Aawww.it..." Erang Rama's.

"You, I'm sweet, you're hot." Rama Protest.

"Maclumin only, Mas. Ms. Hasna is just sensitive to social feelings and humanity. If it's a love-love problem, even though it's hard-coded, Ms. Hasna will just plate-plate." Said Mr. Mamat who made them all laugh.

"Well, if I were a sweet but hot codeine, wouldn't be sensitive dong, sir?" Tymphal Rama.

"It looks like it, Mom." Kekeh Mr. Mamat.

"Mas Rama." Whining Hasna.

That's how Hasna in the eyes of Mr. Mamat also Mbak Marni. Hasna is a very sensitive woman and cares about the people around her because of her high social spirit. But the woman's sensitivity to the taste of the heart, is really lacking. Not even sensitive at all.

Not that Mr. Mamat and Mbak Marni do not know, how Dimas, Hasna's childhood friend paid more attention to his employer's granddaughter. But Hasna actually considers a man as good as Dimas is only a friend and an older brother. Though his attention was very clear, even without the man saying.

***

happy Eid al-Fitr.

sorry born and inner ya manteman🙏😊

sorry lately often late up ⁇ 😔

may you always be entertained ya🥰

Btw Mas Rama and Hasna are open houses, yes. Directly docked let to the THR an😁😁. Don't look for Tomi, because you've come home first🤣🤣. If Mas Kevin has been convinced I am holiday😂😂