The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 21

The day before Rama's return, Hasna decided to return to the house she shared with her husband today.

He wanted to clean up the house he had left this week first. In her little heart, she was eager to welcome her husband. But whatever the power, Rama kept his distance.

Hasna immediately ordered a taxi online, just like when she came here. He did not want to if until Marni and Mamat mbak to suspect that he brought his car in the garage. It just so happened that the two of them's schedule to clean up was still tomorrow morning. After his grandfather died, Mr. Mamat was still employed but only to help Marni's mother.

After making sure his order taxi was waiting for him outside the gate, he quickly locked the gate of the grandfather's house with the spare key he always carried.

Before reaching home, he took the time to shop for kitchen needs. When going to pay for groceries at the cashier, a smile on the lips of the woman.

In his hand is a debit card he received a week ago from Rama. Today, it will be used for the first time.

Bismillah, may this be a good start to our relationship, her prayers inwardly.

After that, he walked enough to get home.

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Hasna felt aching all over her body. The sweat ran through the temples and permeated the veil she was wearing.

For a moment he laid his body on the long sofa in the living room. Stretch the muscles after he used to exercise like a housewife, cleaning the house.

He left the house almost a week ago. Everything remained neat, but a little thick dust stuck in various places. It has to be extra work to make it really clean.

Ever crossed Hasna's mind would bring Marni's mother to work with her here. But that intention he paused, given the state of his household that is not yet worthy of being called a household. He just does not want others involved in his household problems with Rama.

The woman stared at the living room ceiling, thinking about the fate of her marriage ahead. He did not want this marriage to fail. He only wanted to get married once in his life. If Rama is the destiny of his soul mate, then he will try his hardest to conquer the heart of the man.

Maybe he will increase the stock of patience to face the cold attitude and tend to be rude to the husband. Not rude in the sense that he likes to swing his hands at his wife, but tends to say something that sounds like a loud rejection.

Hasna immediately got up from the sofa, then stepped her feet towards the room. It seemed like taking a bath and soaking for a while, would restore his strength back.

***

This morning, Hasna decided to stay home. Maybe it's a little bad he'll go straight to the restaurant.

He walked towards the kitchen while curling his hair up. Only wear home clothes, pants that he used to sleep last night, also plain white shirts.

He intends to make breakfast at a rate, considering Rama who has not returned from Japan. But she also did not know when her husband would return.

Take some of the ingredients already available in the refrigerator, wash everything clean. Prepare some other herbs and complements. Hasna is ready to be executed into the breakfast menu.

So deftly he played with knives and other kitchen tools. Mixing the main ingredients as well as seasonings. Sometimes he sounded humming, as if describing his good mood.

Sweat drenched around his forehead and neck. Looks like cooking one of Hasna's morning sports.

The sound of footsteps rang out from the direction of the stairs towards the kitchen. A little surprised because there was a foreign woman who was busy in the kitchen. Because the only woman in this house is Hasna. Women dressed in closed clothes on her day.

Apparently the woman was unaware of the arrival of someone not far behind her.

The man approached, but the woman before him remained unaware of his existence. When the hand had been raised about to pat the shoulder wrapped in a slightly transparent white shirt, suddenly the woman turned around.

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The hearts of the two seemed to be racing faster than the previous one. For a moment, there was no movement between the two. Just the eyes that seemed to be talking to each other. They dissolve in each other's minds.

Why does the woman he left this week look so beautiful. Where is the face she used to see? Let's see how enchanting he is, with his original bound hair. And again, the sweat circles that adorn some parts of his body that make him impressed, sexy.

There was a strange vibe in him.

Ahhh...shhhh!. Rama is in his heart.

Suddenly smelling a pungent smell from behind his back, Hasna was immediately awakened from his shock.

"Snap!!." The screech.

And that is also what made Rama realized, and returned his mind to the real world. As soon as Hasna turned off the stove which was still burning, after which a rush she left Rama in the kitchen alone.

Rama turned around, his two neutrals following Hasna's half-run towards his room. Not feeling both corners of his lips raised to form a faint arch.

Rama shook his head quickly when he regained his senses. Soon he finished his wish to drink. Because he met Hasna, until he forgot his purpose in the kitchen.

Shame about his appearance at the time. Never once did he open his aura, until the incident shocked him this morning.

***

The clock was nine in the morning, but there was no sign that Hasna would be coming out of her room.

To be honest, Rama was so hungry. Remembering he came home late at night and immediately rested in his room. I woke up this morning when my throat started to feel thirsty.

Twice he went back and forth from the second floor to the first floor, but the situation remained the same. Hasna's bedroom door was still tightly shut.

There was an urge within him to knock on that door, but a sense of prestige was more domineering. He just hopes, hopefully the occupant of the room immediately showed the trunk of his nose.

Fifteen minutes passed, if his wife did not leave the room, she would....He had to drink another glass of water.

"Itahhhh..." Rama started to grow angry.

He was forced to return to the front door of the refrigerator to get another glass of drinking water. But the movement of his hand stopped when the sound of the door opening.

Cclek

Huft

Rama breathed a sigh of relief, he survived. He won't drink water for the umpteenth time just to prop up his hungry stomach.

Awkwardly, the situation they felt after the incident this morning. Hasna was dressed as usual. But the incident was successful in making him have to withstand embarrassment.

The woman walked towards the kitchen with a slightly bowed face. It was seen that she was avoiding her husband.

Hasna tried to relax when she was right in front of Rama who was standing in front of the refrigerator door.

"Sorry, Rama's not going to the office?" Ask Hasna. The woman tried to unravel the awkwardness between them.

"What's right, did I have to go to the office when I just got home last night from a long trip? Especially with a stomach that is so hungry. Basic insensitive." Inner Rama.

There was no reply from Rama, Hasna thought her husband would not be going to the office today. Moreover, the man was still wearing home clothes.

"Will Rama have breakfast first?" Bargainly.

Not answering, instead Rama pulled a dining chair and positioned himself there. Hasna understood that her husband was hungry.

"Wait a minute, Hasna warm up the side dish first."

Hasna immediately went to the kitchen and warmed up the dishes she had cooked earlier. And throw away the food that was burnt out due to an unexpected incident.

"Sorry Mas, there's only sweet sour gurame fish. You see the ballad egg earlier.gosong." Hasna lowered her voice as she called out her last word.

I am so ashamed he said that. It even made him remember the embarrassing moment this morning.

Rama just nodded small. Deftly, Hasna picked up a plate of rice and poured it in front of Rama.

Without further ado, Rama immediately took a fork and spoon, and began to bribe food. Really, it is undeniable that Hasna cuisine is so delicious. But for some reason, his tongue seemed stiff when he would praise his wife's cooking.

Hasna smiled when she saw her husband so greedy to finish the food on his plate. Honestly, he was very happy to see Rama had not rejected his cooking. That means her husband's tongue is comfortable with his cooking.

Hasna also had breakfast with Rama, because she was hungry since this morning. But he did not have enough guts to appear before Rama, and he was still very ashamed. But the hunger that could not be held, finally made Hasna's defense collapsed, and decided to leave the room.

"You want to add, Mum?" Tawar Hasna, when the food on Rama's plate stayed a little.

"No, thank you." Resist.

"Emmm... Mas, I'm asking permission to go out until the afternoon."

"Hmm." Rama's reply was accompanied by a nod.

After finishing his breakfast, Rama immediately went to his room. And Hasna tidied up the utensils they had used to eat, then went to her restaurant.

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