The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 170

With a thumping chest, Rama echoed the Adhan in his son's right ear, then the iqomah in his left ear. Tears can no longer be shed. A sense of happiness that erupted in the chest, also a sense of haru because his son was born healthy and safe, making him shed happy tears.

"Sus, can you help me take it? I want to hold my son." Rama said to the nurse after putting his son on trial.

The nurse helps Rama take the new baby Hasna was born from inside the crib. With great care Rama received the tiny creature and brought it into his arms.

"Hold like this, sir. Keep the baby's head well-supported." Said the nurse who gave directions to Rama.

"Okay, thank you."

"If you need help, I'm at the very end of the room."

"One more time, thank you, sister." The nurse left Rama in Hasna's room.

Rama looked at the face of his first son. Real handsome. His nose looks sharp. Red lips between the two cheeks that look round. So adorable.

"Assalamu'alaikum, father's son." Rama tries to communicate with the tiny baby, although he has not been able to respond.

Rama cradled the newborn with great care, though he himself was so stiff as to cling to the tiny creature. For almost an hour he held her.

Hasna squirmed when she heard the faint voice of the person humming. The woman scanned the surroundings, her smile engraved when she found Rama who was petting their baby.

"Mas." Rama looked over and approached his wife.

"Away awake?" Ask Rama.

Hasna smiled at Rama, then tried to get up.

"No need, rest." Prevent Rama. Hasna broke her intention, and lay down again. Rama approached and sat down on the bed Hasna had occupied.

"Is he tired?" Questions that made Hasna smile.

"Little."

"Thank you, honey. You have fought to give birth to my son into the world. I don't think thanks are enough to repay what you've done." Rama. He recalled a few hours ago, how Hasna risked her life to give birth to her successor to the world. Even his wife almost gave up.

"I'm also very grateful to Rama. Because Mas Rama was always there and accompanied me to fight during pregnancy to give birth. Even Mas Rama who felt the pain of contraction." Hasna said, and the woman smiled.

"Maybe what I feel is not worth what you feel. Even I saw myself so clearly, I ended up fainting." Very tired when he remembered how the condition of Hasna postpartum and still in the care of doctors.

"Sorry, all this time there may still be a lot of my attitude that is not good when treating you as a wife. You always do your job very well. And thank you, for staying by my side no matter how I am." Hasna smiled faintly at Rama's words.

The man has become more mature than before. Adult according to his age. It is no longer a selfish man who only attaches importance to his ego.

"Mama Papa's home yet?"

"There's ahead." Rama answered without taking his eyes off the son who was playing his tongue.

"Mas Rama doesn't pray yet?"

"Yes, wait for the Adzan to finish."

"Mas Rama is ready for the name, not yet?" Hasna.

"Emmm... Not yet." Rama showed his grin on Hasna.

"Here, let the bitch be with me." Pinta.

"Where is this?" Rama asked confused, how did he move the son into the hands of his wife.

Hasna slowly sat down and took the son slowly from her husband's hand. For a moment Hasna looked at the face of the little baby sleeping in her arms. What a handsome, a combination of his face and Rama.

"Not look at him like that. Just look at me as much as you want. Because our son's face is the result of his father's handsome face." Seloroh Rama's.

Hasna caught a glimpse of Rama, then looked back at the face of the tiny baby in her arms.

"Yes, I believe that his father's face is very handsome." Hasna's words immediately made Rama pull the two corners of his lips perfectly.

"Here his son is much more handsome than his father." A line of sentences that can make Rama upset. It seems that the position of the most handsome man in Hasna's heart will be replaced with the newborn son a few hours ago.

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"Breakfast first, Miss Hasna, before you go home." The nurse placed a plate of rice complete with side dishes and vegetables, as well as a glass of water.

"Banyakin drink water, let the seams dry." Rama looked at the two women. All of a sudden, her fine feathers brushed hearing the word stitch. Rama is still in the shadows.

"Let me help you to the bathroom, let Ms. Hasna clean up first."

"Oh, fine, sir." The nurse takes over the baby in Rama's arms.

"Slow down first. Learn to stand, if not dizzy, can be used the road. But slow down." Nurse.

Rama helped Hasna to get out of bed and hold her shoulders to stay balanced.

"Slow down, sweetie." Hasna stood up for a while, feeling whether she felt dizzy or not.

"Where?" Rama asked, Hasna shook her head slowly.

"We try to walk slowly." Rama said as Hasna began to step up.

"Shhh..."

"Why?" Rama asked worriedly as he looked at Hasna's face which was like she was enduring pain.

"It feels a little painful." Lirih Hasna's.

"Slowly." Rama followed Hasna's very careful steps as he stepped his foot.

"So you want to help me go to the bathroom when I was injured first." Rama said on the bathroom doorstep.

"Yes, but I'm not Mas Rama's kayak mode just yet. I'm still plain." Hasna.

"Now isn't plain anymore?"

"Udah. Now it's like batik, it's a lot of patterns." Rama laughed at the wife's answer.

"That's the art of his name. If not much of the pattern, it is impossible to be born adek." Chirp Rama.

"Backw..." Hasna presents a pinch on Rama's waist. The man, if he has talked about a special topic like this, must lead everywhere.

"It hurts, honey." His protest.

"Somehow, Rama was too wild to imagine."

"Yes, you started. You said that if you weren't as stupid as you used to be, now it's like batik. I made the pattern."

"Eit...Don't pinch anymore, this is a restricted area." Rama restrains the movement of Hasna who will again pinch her waist.

"Udah, ah. So bantuin, no? If not, let's just nurse."

"So, dong. You sit here first." Rama sat Hasna on the closet.

"Short of a minute, I'll take your equipment first." Then Rama went out.

"Don't forget the hammer." Rama stopped at the doorway, and turned to Hasna.

"Washhoo?" Hasna nodded.

"But..."

"Why?"

"I'm ashamed."

"Please, pack me later, okay." Rama threw his net wide at his wife's words.

"Not so, too, Yang. I mean, I'm ashamed of the sisters for taking your dresser."

"Not to be ashamed, my friend. The sisters certainly understand. His name is also husband help his wife." Rama thought for a moment.

"Sir Rama? Miss Hasna?"

"Doctor Yunita?"

"Mom Hasna wants a shower? Can I help you?" Dr. Yunita.

"No, Doc. Thank you." Thank you." Hasna.

Rama immediately went out and took Hasna's things, so that his wife could finish her bathing ritual.

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