The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 2

The clock shows at almost four in the afternoon. After finishing making sure all the preparations for the opening of the restaurant were in order, Hasna decided to go home.

But until midway, the rain fell rapidly. Hasna stopped traveling and searched for a nearby restaurant. Because it just so happened that he had not had time to eat lunch and pray ashar.

"Excuse me, where's the mushollah?" Hasna asked one of the restaurant staff.

"Turn straight, then turn right. Right on the left side of the toilet." The waiter replied friendly.

"Oh yes, thank you."

Hasna immediately headed to the mushollah who was shown by the woman. While waiting in line in the toilet he accidentally passed a beautiful woman wearing a mini dress on her knee. Hair is arranged so neatly with waves at the end.

It looks like the woman is applying a bright red lipstick that is so contrasted with the color of her skin. Graceful, that's the first word out if you see his appearance.

But the focus of Hasna was a low cleavage and deliberately showing off its contents. Astaghfirullah, all men will be aroused by his desire if they see the appearance of the woman. Especially the weather that is so supportive.

***

Hasna ordered food and a glass of warm drink after carrying out her duties as a Muslim. The longer the more full the visitors of this restaurant. Even many are not budging even though the food on their plates has been toilet. Outside the rain is still heavy.

Hasna enjoyed the food. Sometimes he checks the emails of customers who enter on his phone. Thank God the order never deserted. Hasna is very grateful to be able to develop her parents' business. In fact, he already had nearly fifty employees in his five business outlets.

"Ehmmm." Deheman's voice diverted Hasna's attention from her phone screen.

"Can I join you?" Continue the man. Instantly Hasna knitted her eyebrows together.

"All the tables are full, I just need a place to finish my food." It seemed that the man understood the shock of the woman before him.

Hasna immediately swept her eyes around the restaurant. Sure enough, all the tables are full.

"So how?" The man is still waiting for permission from Hasna.

"Yes, please." Hasna allowed the man to join her desk.

The atmosphere returned to silence, Hasna continued her delayed meal. His net accidentally caught the figure of the woman he met in the toilet earlier was berating a restaurant waiter.

Soon a neat shirt approached them both. Looks like the manager of the restaurant who then reprimanded his employees and apologized to the woman in red.

Then the woman went with a man dressed in a neat suit. Seen from his appearance, it seemed like the woman's clothes were a spill of something.

"But it can't be sudden either ma, everything needs preparation." The man's voice in front of Hasna interrupted the girl's attention.

"Mom asked for your help." Answer someone from across there.

"Yes, tomorrow's show, right? But there's no way to prepare everything gini impromptu." Say that guy again. Hasna kept listening to the conversation she overheard while enjoying her meal.

"Place, we've already booked, but for the guest catering invitation is still not there."

"Yes later try Kevin to ask questions with friends Kevin first. Who knows if anyone can recommend catering services for this mom's impromptu event." The phone that was originally attached to the left ear of the man was placed on the table. The call sign has ended.

"I'm sorry, if I'm interrupting." Said the man.

"Emmm.it's okay." Hasna replied with a smile.

"Emmm.sorry if I steal hear your conversation on the phone." Say polite Hasna

"Well.it's okay. My voice must have been a little loud." The young man replied with a smile.

"Emmm...do you need catering services?" Ask Hasna to the point. The man in front of him immediately frowned hearing him.

"Sorry." Connect the girl a little awkwardly as she sees the young man's response before her.

"Ah.iya.iya. I need catering services for my mama's event tomorrow afternoon. But I am confused if I have to order in an impromptu amount."

"I have a recommendation for catering services, if you want." Tawar Hasna's.

Think of it like implementing a marketing strategy. Hasna is looking for a loophole to offer indirectly to prospective customers.

"Can, if mbak...."

"Kevin." The young man held out his right hand to get acquainted with Hasna. But Hasna just put her hands in front of her chest with a smile.

"Ah.sorry." Kevin pulled back his right hand.

"Where can I ask for a number I can call? I mean the catering number."

Hasna pulled out a business card from her bag, and thrust it in front of the man. Kevin received it with a little relief, because he did not have to listen to his mother's nagging if he failed to carry out his duties.

"Blessed Kitchen, Hasna Ayudia?" Kevin shifted his gaze from the business card held on the girl in front of him.

"Yes, it's my catering business." It seemed Hasna knew the meaning of the man's gaze before her.

"Well, what a coincidence then. Is there time? Remembering the show tomorrow night. I mean, I wanted to introduce Hasna to my mom. Because I also can't decide what to order later."

Hasna glanced at the circular clock on her left wrist, already in Maghrib time. The rain outside has also stopped.

"Can mas, but I permission to pray for a while yes. After that I'll see Kevin's mom."

"Yes, please."

Hasna immediately left Kevin alone at the table. He headed to the mushollah restaurant.

***

After praying and giving news to the grandfather, Hasna immediately headed to the table where she was. Kevin waved at her.

It turned out that on the table where he was there was a middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful sitting and left side Kevin. If you look at it from the level, there is a resemblance to Kevin. Maybe it was his mother.

Coincidentally, my mother was outside the house. And when Kevin called him, he went straight to where Kevin is right now.

"Mbak Hasna, this is my mother. Ma'am, this is Hasna, the owner of the caterer that Kevin told me about." The two women shake hands to get acquainted.

"Look Hasna, I plan to hold a charity event with orphans, which will invite around a thousand people. It's a great hope that Nak Hasna can help provide catering for the event later." Said Ms. Rosita, Kelvin's mother.

"I'm sorry Hasna, even if later Hasna refused it's okay. Remembering the show was also sudden." Kevin interjected before Hasna answered his mother's words.

Because Kevin knows that his mother likes to be a little pushy. A smile fell on the lips of the young blue-veiled woman.

"No problem Kevin." Hasna answered calmly. Then turn his net on the young man's mother.

"I happen to have two more branches of catering services. So with that amount there will be no problem. Mother just determine the menu and delivery place. We will deliver it on time." Further.

"Thank God, thank you very much for Hasna." A smile of relief was seen lazily on the middle-aged woman's face.

"Oh yes nak Hasna, if there are recommendations for cakes and the like, you can also tell auntie"

"Ma..." Kevin felt bad hearing his mother's request to Hasna.

"Mama just asked Kevin." It was the woman he called his mother.

"It just so happens that I also manage a pastry and cake shop. If you're willing, I'll send you the menus."

"Aunty did not think that Kevin had a beautiful young businessman acquaintance. Uh.. don't call mom, auntie just to be more familiar." said Miss Rosita.

Hasna's cheeks met red listening to the praise of the woman before her. After sending the sample menu to Bu Rosita, and he chose the rice menu along with some cakes that will be ordered. Payment was made immediately at that time.

After chatting again for thirty minutes, Hasna finally resigned herself. Considering the night is getting late.

***

At eight o'clock, Hasna just got home. And it just so happened that grandpa had rested. Finally, he decided to rest in his room.

After bathing and changing clothes, Hasna prepared to lay down on her soft mattress. But the sound of the ringing of the phone made him cancel landed his back. Immediately open the messaging application on hpnya. From an unknown number. It turned out to be from Ms. Rosita, who sent the address where the event was held.

After replying to the message, Hasna began to break down her body and closed her eyes.