The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 159

"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. Even with the drowsiness that comes and goes, he still tries to find what his wife wants. What an amazing first experience.

Rama again sipped a coffee-flavored drink in his hand, then again talked to a chicken noodle seller he knew named Mr. Somad. The conversation simply flowed, while waiting for Hasna to finish her meal.

"Why?" Rama asked, as Hasna stopped her activities, putting back the chopsticks she was wearing.

"Not good, Neng?" Ask Mr. Somad.

Hasna shook her head and looked at the chicken noodles in her bowl. Then the view turned to Rama.

"What's wrong?" Ask Rama again.

"Mas Rama ran out, huh?" Hasna.

Rama reflex rounded both of his neutrals. His sleepiness completely disappeared without the help of coffee upon hearing Hasna's request. He was asked to spend the rest of the chicken noodles in Hasna's bowl. Not the rest actually, because the contents are still very much. Hasna only ate it three times.

"So you said you were hungry?" Rama tried to refuse by giving the reason Hasna had told him.

"But I'm full, Mom." How innocent Hasna's answer. Though clearly earlier at home he said, if he could not sleep because he felt hungry. But now?

"But, I'm not used to eating at hours like this, honey." Rama tried to give understanding to his wife, especially he was not used to eating food like this.

Again Rama faced his wife's sad face, as he refused what Hasna asked. That's enough, he'll obey this time. Because he would not be able to refuse it.

"All right, here's the bowl." Pinta Rama's.

With an expanding smile, Hasna excitedly shifted the bowl before her.

"Woman is pregnant, her wishes are hard to guess." Said Mr. Somad with a smile, then continued to tidy up his equipment.

"Come, Mas. Morning rush ntar." Hasna was impatient.

Morning rush? Just be right. It's almost one in the morning. And Rama was forced to eat this much food. Oh come on, when before he had not dreamed anything before Hasna asked him to eat the rest of his chicken noodles.

Rama begins to eat chicken noodles using the chopsticks of his ex-wife. How excited Hasna was, when her husband fulfilled his request.

"Come, Mas. Quickly spend it." Say Hasna when noodles are still half.

"But, honey, I don't think I can." Rama said.

"Come, Mas. It would be a shame to throw it away. Poor Mr. Somad is tired of making." Whining Hasna.

Hufft...if this is the case, how else? Rama tried to finish the rest of the food in his bowl. His stomach could no longer hold him. At this early hour, he was asked to eat noodles. First time and Rama hope for the last time too. Luckily Hasna added no chili. Otherwise, he may become a toilet resident for the next few hours.

"Alhamdulillah." Say Hasna when Rama just finished the chicken noodles until it was not there.

Do not ask how Rama, the man was almost helpless with a stomach that felt very full. It even feels hard to move. If this name is no longer craving, but pranking the husband.

"Come, Mas, we're home." Hasna said excitedly.

"In a moment, Honey. Still not able to continue the journey. If forced to vomit later." Said Rama softly.

"Well, we wait another fifteen minutes. Then we go home." Hasna.

Mr. Somad was done with his work, and approached the couple.

"It's over, Neng?" Ask Mr. Somad while cleaning the bowl of Hasna's chicken noodles.

"Already, Sir. The chicken noodles are delicious. Thank you very much." Hasna said with so much enthusiasm, as if she had spent a portion alone.

"Alhamdulillah, but the father deliberately added the portion, so that Neng and the baby feel full." Said Mr. Somad while glancing at Rama who refuted his eyes perfectly.

"Astaghfirullah, sir. Hence, why are the portions so much." Rama said limp, making Mr. Somad chuckle to hear it.

"That's how it is, I've experienced it too. Even worse than Mas Rama." Kekeh Mr. Somad.

"Pregnancy of the second child, even worse. At that time, my wife asked me to eat grilled fish. But I have to catch it and cook it. Yes, if you want to cook at home, ask at the restaurant that has a pool. I asked for the spicy sauce. Coincidentally the wife of a spicy food lover. I'll do it, rather than our son's reaperan later." The middle-aged man's snort.

"After the mateng cuisine, I happened to be assisted by the same restaurant staff, we finally enjoyed the fish grilled catches and my cooking. At first it was fine, but then the wife stopped her mouthfuls, but only twice a mouthful." Hasna seemed enthusiastic to listen to Mr. Somad's story.

"I asked why, said he was full because I saw I was cooking. I say, leave it there, because I myself am eating my own rice. I was asked to spend a portion of hers. Where the rice has been mixed with spicy seasoning evenly. I also happen to not like it spicy. Want to refuse, the wife seemed to want to cry. I had to spend it. And as a result, my two days were like a general ponten guard. Can't get far from the toilet." Somad remembered it.

Rama saw Hasna's expression that giggled amusedly heard the story of the chicken noodle seller with a feeling of anxiety. Do not let the story of Mr. Somad become an inspiration for his wife. It could jeopardize his safety later.

"Darling, I've been sniffing. We go home yuk. You also need to rest. Mr. Somad must have been waiting for his wife at home." Said Rama, trying to keep Hasna not hear the story of his wife Somad.

Early in the morning he was forced to spend a bowl of chicken noodles. Do not let him be asked to do other things like the story of Mr. Somad. Because Hasna's behavior and mood can not be predicted during pregnancy.

"Sir, this is sustenance for Father and Mother. Please accept, yes." Rama disbursed the red money sheet he had just taken from an ATM machine.

With trembling hands, Mr. Somad received money from Rama. Never once did the middle-aged man have as much money as Rama gave him. In just under an hour, the red sheet became his. The nominal is not small, because Mr. Somad is sure of the thickness of the sheet in his hand. Like the word, a wad of money in the hand.

"The price of my chicken noodles per portion is only fifteen thousand, Mas Rama. If it's called buying noodles, carts, all the stalls." Said Mr. Somad.

"I think it's a good price, sir. You've helped me to please my wife." Rama gave a warm smile to the man who was older than his father.

"But, Mom..."

"Accept yes, sir. May it be a blessing to you and your family." Hasna chimed.

"Oh Allah, thank you Rama, Neng Hasna. May his recovery always be abundant. Neng Hasna is healthy, well born." Said Mr. Somad full haru.

"Aami... Thank you so much for praying, sir. May the father and family always be given health." Hasna.

"Oh yes, sir. Mr. Somad's house is over there, right?" Ask Rama to make sure. He pointed to the green painted house that Mr. Somad had shown.

"Yes, Mas Rama. But get in the alley." Answer Mr. Somad.

"Mr is done?" Ask Rama.

"Already, Mas. It's getting ready to go home."

"Then the equipment?"

"Later shubuh I take the same wife, Mas, all of you in the wash. It's still hot." It just happened to be used again to make chicken noodles for Hasna.

"Then I'll drop you off, sir."

"Well, there's no need, Mom. Walk for a while." Reject Mr. Somad.

"No papa, sir. All the way."

Finally, Mr. Somad went with Rama and Hasna. Right in front of the alley of Mr. Somad's house, Rama stopped his car.

"Thank you very much, Mas Rama, Neng Hasna, already bothered to deliver me." Said Mr. Somad.

Rama opened the seatbelt and went out with Mr. Somad.

"Somad sir, there is little sustenance for you and your family." Rama opened the trunk and took down three sacks of rice, sugar as well as several other staples, which he had just bought at the minimarket.

"Masya Allah, Mas Rama. Why am I being such a hassle?" Said Mr. Somad with glazed eyes.

"Please accept it, sir. We won't be able to repay Mr. Somad's kindness to us." Rama.

"God, I am confused what else to say. Mas Rama had already given me a lot of money, now still giving this much to me." Mr. Somad rubbed the corners of his wet eyes. I don't know what dreams last night, to get this much sustenance, because of a bowl of chicken noodles.

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