The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 29

Hasna's red car enters the grounds of the Suryanata family home. As my mother-in-law wished, Hasna would stay there for a few days, until Rama returned from out of town.

"Sir Hadi." Call Hasna to the security guard who opened the front gate.

Mr. Hadi half ran over to Hasna who was standing in front of his car.

"Yes, Non. Can you help me?"

"It's a snack for dad." Hasna put a box of cookies in a plastic bag she brought to Mr. Hadi.

"Thank you, thank you very much, Non." Said Hadi sumringah.

"Yes, you're welcome, sir."

Hasna set foot back into the house. It turned out that everyone was gathered in the family room.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Hasna greeted her two in-laws, and kissed their hands.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

"Mbak Hasna is here?" Ask Nayla.

"Yes." Yeah."

Hasna then went to the kitchen to move the cake she brought from the store. Then put it on the table.

"Hasna doesn't know Mama's favorite cake with Papa. I hope you like it, yeah." He sat down next to Nayla.

"This is a product of your store?" Ask Mr. Andi who took a piece of red velvet and started to taste it.

"Yes, Pa. How's it feel? Maybe something needs to be fixed?" Hasna noticed the expression of her male in-laws enjoying a mouthful of red velvet in her hand.

"Son made your Mama." He said as he glanced at his wife.

Maybe Hasna should learn again. Trying the in-law recipe what's wrong?.

"If according to the assessment, red velvet made by Mama is in the number 8. While the creation of Mama's favorite daughter-in-law is at number 10. Perfect." Continue Pak Andi, accompanied by praise, and brandishing the thumb and index finger put together.

At once Hasna's smile broke upon hearing her in-laws' praise. Honestly speaking, hearing in-laws' judgments is more stressful than hearing customers' judgments.

"Mbak Hasna know that Kak Rama likes red velvet. In the past, very often after returning from the office of Kak Rama must have stopped by to buy red velvet. But after mama experimented many times, finally Kak Rama never buy outside. He said it made Mama better."

Miss Diana shook her head and blushed at her daughter's praise.

"Well, that means Hasna could ask you to teach her a recipe." Hasna said to her in-laws.

"It was a pity, before Rama knew his wife's red velvet. Later if you have tried, must have forgotten the same taste of making Mama." Miss Diana also tried the cake products from her daughter-in-law's business outlet.

"Emmm....Mama is increasingly convinced that the taste of red velvet made by Mama will be replaced with the taste made by his beloved wife." Praise Lady Diana who was greeted with the smile of her daughter-in-law.

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Seeing the city view at night from a height, it is beautiful to spoil the eyes. Rama reached into his cell phone in his pants pocket. Want to dial Nayla's number, but he said. Her sister was too buckety when it came to her problem with Hasna. Moreover, Nayla was too clop with his wife.

Nayla's name was changed to her Mama's, but again she paused. Could be nagged later if found not to have his wife's number.

Rama breathed his breath. Very complicated relationship with the woman who is his status as his wife. Just to contact alone had to undo his intentions many times. Finally he decided to call the house number of the Suryanata family. This is the safest, because most likely the one who raised must be Mbok Sumi.

On the third ring, the phone is picked up. But damn it, the intention of the heart evaded Nayla and Mama, but instead one of them picked up the phone.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Ma."

"Rama? What's up, honey?"

Just wanted to ask the whereabouts of his wife alone, making the tongue feel choked. Rama swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. Prepare his ears to hear the long repetition of the Mama, if the guess is correct.

"Ehem...Hasna...so stay at Mama's house?" Finally the sentence came out as well.

"Why don't you ask your wife yourself?"

True to his guess, finally the sacred sentence came out as well. Rama tried to find the right sentence to answer his mother's question. Do not get wider later.

"Why? Don't tell me you don't know your own wife's number." I heard the words of his mother.

Not yet open his voice, Mama has given a question that sounds a little frontal according to him.

"It's not so, Ma. It seemed like Hasna had refused this morning. So Rama asked Mama for help to persuade Hasna." Rama replied as calmly as possible, trying to avoid his mother's accusation.

"Oh that's it, Hasna's been here since this afternoon. Now Nayla's in her room. Ordinary, you know your sister when you see Hasna, how?"

Rama had thought of possibilities that would certainly not be good if he let his sister and wife too long. Nayla who was too kepo, would definitely ask Hasna everything. Moreover, Hasna who is too innocent will certainly give the answer as it is to her sister. It's getting worse.

"Yes, then Rama's phone closes first, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Rama was worried, did he have to contact his sister as well to ascertain what they were doing?

"I don't think it's necessary. But, aahh..." Frustrated muttering.

Just about to dial his sister's number, there was a knock on the door from the outside. Apparently Ivan.

"Sorry, Sir. Has Mr Rama had dinner? If I had, I'd be down myself."

Ivan intended to have dinner at the hotel restaurant, but it would be inappropriate if only he himself went there. While the boss is not.

"All right, wait a minute."

The two walked to the elevator which would take them all the way to the restaurant. Visitors are not too crowded, because the clock has shown at eight o'clock at night.

The two fell silent, waiting for the food that had been ordered. Rama is occasionally busy with his cell phone. Ivan, observing the movements of the man before him.

"Ehemm. sorry, sir. Can I ask you something?"

Both Rama's netra, which was originally focused on the screen of his phone, are now turning to his assistant.

"What?"

"Sorry before, maybe my question is a little personal."

Both of Rama's eyebrows were linked when he heard his assistant's words. I don't know what to say next. But his hunch says that what he will say is not a pleasant thing.

"Did Hasna not have a special relationship with Mr Rama?" Ivan was very careful to convey his question this time, because he realized that this question had already led to the personal realm.

True to his expectations, Ivan asked what he would find difficult to explain. Rama held his breath for a moment and exhaled slowly.

"What kind of relationship do you mean?"

"Relationships are more than relatives, I mean, relationships that involve feelings."

Rama can be seen sighing long, but never give an answer to Ivan.

"As I said, Hasna is Papa's distant relative." Answer Rama flat.

The waiter delivered the order at their table, making Ivan stop the speech that was already at the end of his tongue.

For a moment they enjoyed dinner quietly, before Ivan returned to find answers to resolve his curiosity.

"What is Hasna, still single?"

A line of words that can make Rama choke on the food he is enjoying.

Uhuk uhuk uhuk

Rama took a glass of water to relieve his throat burning up to the nose. What a fucking assistant, rama said.

"Sir Rama is okay?"

Rama nodded and wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief. Trying to neutralize back the taste that made his throat and nose uncomfortable.

"Why are you asking me that?" Rama asked after his throat was more comfortable. Instead of answering questions, ask the assistant a question.

"Yes..is I wrong to ask that question? He's just a distant relative of Mr. Andi, right?" Ivan just really wanted to ensure the relationship of the woman who lives in the house of his superior.

It would not be wrong for Ivan to ask about Hasna's status. Moreover, he himself introduced Hasna as a distant relative of his papa.

"No, Hasna..still single." Despite the doubt, he still said it.

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