The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 162

Apparently Rama deliberately avoided Hasna by returning to his study. He even took a shower in their room next to the workspace. Until four in the afternoon, Rama was still at home on the second floor, even though there was nothing he did at all.

Rama finally decided to check the condition of his wife. After all Hasna and their future son are Rama's priority now.

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Rama opened the door to the guest room they were staying in, and found the wife sitting on a small sofa near the window. His wife was reading the scriptures by gently rubbing her large belly. Rama approached, and crouched down in front of Hasna.

"Assalamu'alaikum, father's son." Rama said while gently rubbing Hasna's stomach.

Hasna just kept quiet and watched Rama's behavior. He felt a kick from his stomach. Apparently the baby in the womb responds to his father's speech.

"What's dad's son again?" Rama again invited to talk to his future children in the womb of his wife. He rubbed back as he felt a kick in his palm.

"Mass?" Rama slightly raised his head to look at Hasna.

"I'll talk to you for a minute."

"We don't have to talk about it." Rama. The man knew what Hasna was going to talk about. And it was better that he prevented it than it would make them quarrel.

"It's important, Mom." Desperate Hasna.

"I don't think there's anything important that we're going to discuss." Rama prepared to stand up, but Hasna restrained her arm.

"It's important to me."

Rama breathed his breath out violently. Is it time, Hasna knew this? But Hasna needs a relaxed mind ahead of labor. And Rama did not want Hasna to think about this.

"Other times, yeah." Rama gently rubbed the top of Hasna's head and gave a warm smile.

"Mas_"

"Hasna, I beg you." Cut Rama. Even the man had already changed in serious fashion.

"What actually happened? Is Marissa's brother under arrest?" Hasna did not listen to Rama.

Rama remained silent, not intending to answer or respond to the words hasna.

"Is Marissa's brother under arrest for the accident?" Rama remained silent, not even seeing his wife at all.

"What did Mas Rama put Marissa's brother under arrest?"

"Jawab, Mommy." Hasna shook Rama's hand, for the man remained silent.

Rama soon turned around, and would move on, trying to avoid any conversation with Hasna.

"If it's true, all because of Mas Rama, I'm really disappointed."

A sentence that was so smoothly Hasna said, able to make Rama really stop his steps.

"Loved? What do you mean?" Ask Rama.

"I was disappointed by the actions of Mas Rama who seemed arrogant." Hasna.

"Where do I look arrogant?" Rama did not accept Hasna's accusation.

"Why did Rama put Marissa's brother in prison? Why is Rama so good?" Rama tightly knitted both of his eyebrows.

"You can't be so naive as a person. Don't let your kindness be misunderstood." Sahut Rama's.

"I'm saying this not because I'm too good, even too stupid as someone who's been a victim of crime. But I say this because I think of the fate of the baby Marissa just gave birth to."

"How can such a small child sleep soundly without a mother's warm embrace? How can he grow well without the presence of a mother figure beside him. Moreover, he is still a baby and still needs his mother's breast milk." Now those beautiful eyes have been shed by tears.

"If I were in that position, then what would be the fate of my baby?" Hasna's voice began to tremble. She tried to position herself as Marissa who was forcibly separated from her baby.

This is one of Rama's weaknesses, he will not be able to see tears on his wife's face. But, he also could not let go of Marissa just like that. Rama tried to strengthen his heart so as not to tepancing his wife's ridiculous request. The man threw a glance in any direction. Try to avoid eye contact with Hasna.

"You are so hearty, my dear." Lirih Hasna's.

"You said I could? What did he do to you? He even mindlessly harmed you, and almost made you lose your life." Finally, Rama's emotions were re-ignited by Hasna's words. Even his tone began to rise a little.

"I am only fighting for your right to justice. And you think that's wrong? Tell me, where did my mistake lie?" Rama pointed his chest before Hasna with an irregular breath.

"At least we can forgive Marissa's mistakes. Look at that innocent baby." Hasna's voice sounded soft. Rama shook his head with a very forced smile.

"I'm sorry?" Rama shook his head again with a discordant laugh.

"I'm sorry, Hasna. I am not a gentle hearted person. Until I can easily forgive someone who has disturbed the peace of those I care about. I'm not that good." Rama said with a flat expression that was difficult to guess.

Hasna remained silent. He feels Dejavu with their current situation. Hasna felt that this situation reminded her of Rama's attitude at the beginning of their marriage. Cold, rigid, and flat.

Hasna regained consciousness from her daydream when the sound of the door closing. Apparently Rama had left her alone in the room.

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The clock had shown at ten o'clock in the evening, and Rama had not returned to their room in the guest room, since their debate this afternoon. Hasna did not intend to follow Rama above. It seemed that he also needed to think about this matter with a clear mind.

Perhaps what Rama did was not wrong, but Hasna also thought about the fate of the innocent baby. Marissa's mistakes are hard to forgive. But that doesn't mean he can ignore Marissa's future baby.

"Astaghfirullah.forgive me O Allah. Show me which one to choose. The servant will not if the choice of the servant will make the servant regret for life." Sluggishly.

Rama remained in his study. Not intending to do anything. His mind is completely fucked. On the one hand, he fought for justice for his wife. But on the other hand, Hasna's speech made her a little shaky.

"Why can't you understand me, Hasna? I'm doing all this for you, for our son. But instead you think of the fate of women who will even eliminate the lives of both of you." Lirih Rama's.

For a moment, Rama closed his eyes. Remembering the times he almost lost his beloved wife. Given how Hasna was bleeding at the scene. Struggling through a critical period, until he had to stretch his chest when Hasna was sentenced to a coma in a state of pregnant fruit of their love.

"I'm sorry, Hasna. I won't be able to just let Marissa go." Rama's determination is round. He will continue this until the end.

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Rama opened the door slowly, trying not to make a sound that would make Hasna wake up from her sleep. The room lights had been extinguished, leaving only the sleeping lights as lights. Hasna must have been asleep, especially it was almost past midnight.

Rama closed the door of the room carefully, so as not to wake Hasna later. When he turned around, how surprised he was to find his wife still on the sofa by the window. Apparently his wife is not asleep.

Rama walked closer to Hasna. The woman was looking up at the sky from her window. I don't know what he daydreamed, so he didn't realize Rama's presence in the room.

"Why not sleep? It's almost morning." Rama.

Hasna turned and found Rama standing behind her.

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