The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 158

The clock almost showed at eleven o'clock in the evening. However, Hasna still moves restlessly on Rama's side. The woman returned unable to close her eyes. Hasna got up and sat on the headboard.

Hesitating Hasna patted her husband's arm slowly.

"Mas...Mas Rama." Hasna slightly shook the man's arm.

"Yes..." Call her.

"Emmm..." Lenguh Rama.

"Mas, wake up." Hasna shakes Rama's arm.

"Hmmm..." The eyes did not open, only the murmurs Hasna heard.

"Mas, wake up."

Successfully, the man slowly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" A voice so heavy that greeted Hasna's hearing.

"I want to." Hasna said a little whining.

"Will? Whahuh? I just woke up, honey, still lemes. Wait another half hour, yeah. Do you want to warm up first?" Rama said, then sat down beside Hasna.

"What is Rama doing?" Hasna said as Rama's hand began to roam.

"Warm up first, honey. Said he wanted?" Hasna frowned more and more. Apparently Rama misunderstood the meaning of his words.

"Mas, I don't want that either." Hasna's remarks succeeded in stopping Rama's activities. The man's forehead looked wrinkled.

"I want chicken noodles that have a lot of dumplings." The eyes that were still in the drowsiness, disappeared instantly when hearing Hasna's words. Even now Rama is sitting upright.

Rama saw the clock on the wall of his room.

"Chicken noodles? Clock this?" Rama said without taking his eyes off the wall clock in his room. Only a few seconds later, Rama looked astonishedly at his wife.

The beautiful face looked at the husband expectantly. Wanting to refuse, but the face made Rama powerless to just shake his head.

During the eight months of her pregnancy, Hasna never asked for anything strange like a woman who was cravings. But once you ask, why at a clock like this? Where are the food vendors open? Even if there is, maybe only the dishwasher is left.

Hasna nodded with sparkling eyes, making Rama powerless to resist.

"Tomorrow, dear? This clock is closing." Rama said as gently as possible. Do not let his wife feel rejected his first wish.

"But I'm hungry, Mom. That's why I have trouble sleeping." Lirih Hasna slightly pursed her lips.

Rama breathed a deep breath with all his chest. It's better to follow than there's something unwanted going on after this. The business of there is a store that is open can be thought of later. The most important thing is the effort first, the effort to please his wife and prospective children.

"Alright, change clothes first. Wear a jacket too. It's cold outside." Hasna nodded with a smile so wide. If it was like this, there was no way he could refuse.

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It had been almost twelve in the evening, yet they had yet to find the chicken noodle shop Hasna had requested. For almost an hour, they walked down the streets filled with shophouses, which usually sell food and other snacks. And almost all the lights went out, indicating that their operating hours were over.

"It's closed, baby." Rama said he saw a row of dark shophouses.

His view turned to the wife when she did not get a response from the woman. Disappointed Rama can see. But he was confused, how else. At this hour there is no place to eat or shop that is open. Again he could only take a deep breath and throw it away slowly.

"Yes, we're muttering again. Maybe someone's still open." Rama said in the end.

Rama turns the wheel to find a place to eat that says 'Chicken noodles', which if still open at midnight like this.

Fifteen minutes down the street, still they did not find a food stall that was still open. Even the drowsiness began to attack Rama again. It was seen several times that the man had yawned. If you continue to drive, it will be very dangerous later. Even if he does not find what his wife is looking for, he will ask to go home.

"Mas, it's a chicken noodle shop." Hasna's words successfully made Rama lose his drowsiness.

"Where?"

"That." Hasna pointed to a small five-foot shop by the side of the road.

Rama's gasps towards the place Hasna showed him. A small shop with long benches and some typical plastic chairs on the street.

The two got out of the car, and went into the tent. It looks like a middle-aged man is cleaning his place peddling sales. Take the empty table.

"Excuse me, sir." Rama said, making the middle-aged man stop his activities and turn to him.

"Yes, Mas?"

"Is the chicken noodle still there?"

The middle-aged man did not immediately reply, only paying attention to Rama who was standing before him, then turning to Hasna who was behind Rama.

"Sorry, Mas. The door is closed." Said the middle-aged man.

Rama turned to Hasna who looked disappointed to hear the seller's answer.

"Sorry, Sir. If there's still one serving, please give it to us." Rama.

"My wife, it's cravings." He continued, looking at Hasna.

The middle-aged man seemed to think for a moment, before opening his voice again.

"Sorry, Mas. There's actually one portion left." Hasna's face was shining.

"But I'll take it home for my dinner and my wife's at home." Hasna's smile faded from hearing the seller's words.

"I beg you, sir. This time only. I'll replace it for a higher price." Rama's words sounded like a plea.

The man looked back at Hasna. There was a sense of unbearability when he saw that expectant face before him. However, at home the wife is also waiting for dinner that has been too late.

"Alright, maybe this is a windfall for Eneng as good as a baby." The seller said in the end.

Now not only Hasna, but Rama also smiled.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much." Rama.

"Please sit down first. I'll heat the water first." The seller was friendly. Hasna immediately took a position in one of the chairs.

"Darling, I'm going to the mini market ahead for a minute. Looking for a drink. It's so sleepy." Hasna just nodded.

"Sir, I stayed a while, yes. Go get a drink." Pamit Rama to the seller.

"Please, Mom."

Rama immediately went to the minimarket which was across the street. At least he could reduce the drowsiness that suddenly attacked him.

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The distinctive aroma of chicken noodles filled Hasna's smell. It didn't matter if he didn't get the dumplings he asked for. At least he can enjoy a bowl of chicken noodles tonight.

Rama had just returned and found his wife so greedy to enjoy the five-foot chicken noodles. Rama smiled as Hasna discovered what had agitated her all night.

"Nake?" Without answering, Hasna simply nodded her head.

The seller also looked at Hasna who was enjoying her homemade chicken noodles.

"Pregnant first child huh, Mas?" Rama looked over and nodded at the seller.

"Yes, sir."

"Women get pregnant like that. If something is wanted, it's hard to resist." Said the middle-aged man.

Let alone refuse, to just shake even, it feels will not be able. And Rama just experienced it tonight.

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