The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 178

Just opened the gift they received for the birth of the son, more than a month after the event aqiqah and naming. And it made Rama remember the gift that Kevin had touched at that time.

"Darling, look there's a little blue wrapper, right?" Rama asked Hasna who had just opened seven gifts.

"It's red if it's not wrong." Further.

Hasna searched for the gift that Rama meant among the other piles of gifts.

"This one, isn't it?" Hasna raised a dark blue box-shaped gift with a red ribbon on it.

"Yes, that's like it." Hasna handed the thing in her hand to Rama.

"From who?" Hasna asked curiously, as if the gift was the most special despite its smallest shape.

"Kevin."

"Kevin?"

"Yes, yesterday it was just as I called to refuse the car that was sent here, he touched this gift." Hasna frowned, a sign of not understanding. While Rama answered with a hand that is still trying to open the gift wrapper.

"Oh yeah, did you have a car yesterday with Kevin? How'd he answer?" Rama forgot to ask that because he was busy with his business with Mr. Darma regarding the release of Marissa.

"Udah, here." Hasna hands her phone to Rama, who has opened a chat room with Kevin.

"He insisted so much that we don't reject him." The first comment came out while reading a message from Kevin.

"So, he wants to settle back to Singapore?" Rama looked at Hasna as if she knew the exact answer.

"It looks so." Sahut Hasna's.

"Yes, let's just pray for the best. Hope it works there." Hasna just confirmed with a soft word Rama just now.

"Ckkkp... Why give me the name Gini anyway?" Decak Rama is upset.

Hasna frowned. What name does Rama mean?

"Why should you name me Kevin, Mas Hamzah, Mas Anton, ckkk... No other name?" Hasna was further confused by the direction her husband was talking about.

"What's the name, Mas?"

"Yes the name of the contact on your phone." Sewot.

Rama hands back his wife's phone, after accidentally seeing anyone his wife had recently contacted while closing Kevin's chat room. Hasna checked what Rama meant, and it turned out...

"Keep giving me what name? That-that's mom?" Keve Hasna.

"Yes, the name can be. I won't know the person either." Hasna so astonished, actually Rama why the hell, the matter of the name of the contact that he kept until the sewot so.

"Yes giving the name in the contact depends on our call to the person, Mas. Let it be easy to scream." Hasna gave a reasonable reason to her husband.

"Trus, you gave me my name in your contact what?" Rama asked still putting on his sour face.

"Yes...Oh, Rama, it is. I'll call him that."

"Keep, how different am I from them?" Well, this is why again, the more sewot gini husband.

"It's different, Mas. They are my friends and employees. Mas Rama is my husband."

"It makes no difference, people you call it all." Oh...Hasna just realized something. Her husband was jealous. Might as well.

"Mas Rama is jealous?" Hasna asked withholding her laughter.

"No." Sewot really, it's like women who have PMS alone.

The truth is to ask jealousy directly. Obviously Rama's getting sewed. Just imagining if his name in his wife's contact was in the last row alone had made it this regretful.

"Emmm... So, there shouldn't be a problem, right?" Hasna put her cell phone back on the fur carpet. Then he continued to open gifts owned by his son.

"Ckk..sucks." Rama put the unfinished gift he opened with the origin, then moved from his seat.

Just a few steps, the man stood in his place.

"Mas Rama if you want to protest with me, it should be straight to the point. Mas Rama would know that I'm not the same sensitive type of woman the secret codes of men." Hasna said behind Rama's back. She hugged her husband so tightly from behind.

Rama breathed so slowly. He forgot about that. Hasna is not a typical woman who easily understands such problems.

"Mas Rama what do I want? Did I delete all their numbers?" Hasna asked so gently.

"No need, if it will make you feel difficulties."

"Then?"

"Just change my name in your contacts." Oh... So anyway?

"What do you want to change? Beloved husband? First boyfriend? Or, Reyn's father? Or is Rama having an idea?" Hasna gave me advice.

"As for you, at least I feel special about them." Rama said so softly.

The hand rubbed gently on his wife's cheek which was always blushing. Then rubbed the cherry lips that looked so tempting in his eyes. One kiss he gave just above the lips that always seemed to crack.

"Mas Rama is perverted." Hasna hit Rama's chest softly.

"Don't give me that name, yeah. Just watch out." Rama returned the sewot that made Hasna giggle amused.

"Who wants to give me that name. Mas Rama... Likes to make a sprain of yourself."

"You're done."

Hasna wrapped both her hands around her husband's sturdy neck, slightly on her tiptoes to reach Rama's lips. But quickly, Rama slightly raised his face, so that Hasna's tiny body could not reach his face.

Irritated, Hasna pushed slowly on Rama's shoulder. Already behind, even so ngeselin.

"Where are you going?" Rama blocked his wife's wrist, which was about to leave.

"You slept in Nayla's room." Sewot that woman.

"No, no, no. What the fuck are you."

"From the night I was down, looking for entertainment with Nayla." Hasna was ready to step her foot. But Rama quickly restrained his wife's movements.

Looking for entertainment with Nayla? It's definitely not going to be right. And it wouldn't be good for a woman as strong as Hasna.

Rama kissed the cherry lips again. A little bit of a little lum* there.

"Let's not sprain." He said without sin.

"Here, let's not sulk anymore." Rama gently pulled Hasna's wrist and invited the woman to sit on the fur carpet they had occupied earlier.

Rama pulled Hasna to sit in front of him. Rama hugged the belly of the woman who had given birth to his successor from behind.

"Don't sulk, I'll be confused, where's the child, where's the parent." Rama's great-grandson behind Hasna's back.

"Pretend to forget that it was a snack first." Ledek Hasna with a soft voice.

"Who's craving?" Rama said he forgot.

"Hmmm... Mas Hamzah, Mas Kevin, Mas Anton, Mas Rio, who else, huh? Mas-mas indomei cashier, Mas-mas _"

"Emmm..."

Hasna could no longer continue her words, because Rama was faster than a split second to grab the cherry lips to be silent. Melum*atnya deeply channel jealousy also misses the woman who is in her arms now.

"No need to be done, Reyn will have a sister nine months away." Rama flat.

Hasna swallowed her saliva when she heard Rama's words that looked more like a threat. Having another baby when her first son hasn't even been two months? Just be right.

"Mas, open the gift again yuk." Invite Hasna, his hand has grabbed a gift that has not been completed Rama opened earlier.

Rama remained unmoved in his place, only seeing the activity Hasna was doing.

"Car-mobile?" Hasna raised the contents of the gift that made Rama curious. A red hot whe*ls toy car.

"Eh, there's a card." Hasna picked up a greeting card tucked in there.

"Hi hotshot... Thank God, you were finally born. Sorry Om yes, can only bring you a small gift. But take it easy, later will be great love Om, just like this toy. Waiting, yes. Later tell Papa, ask to change the latest series when you can wear it yourself as an adult. Growing up healthy. About Kevin." Hasna read the greeting card that Kevin wrote himself with his hand.

Rama scratched his temple with his index finger.. So the gift that Kevin brought at that time, as if to be a clue to the real gift.

Rama grabbed the toy car from his wife's hand, and sure enough, the color of the model is almost similar to the car Kevin sent last week. It was like guessing the clues to search for the treasure of Karun alone.

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