The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 3

Several cars stopped in front of a hotel building. Then take down many boxes of rice and cakes. Hasna was also there.

His right hand reached into the cell phone in a small sling bag that hung over his shoulder. Hasna intends to call her aunt Rosita, who happens to order catering at her place of business.

But the cracks stopped when a young man who was none other than Kevin, walked up to him.

"Mak Hasna." Sapa Kevin, the maroon veiled girl turned to the source of the voice.

"Mas Kevin, assalamu'alaikum." He said while cupping his palms in front of his chest.

"Was...Wa'alaikumussalam." Kevin replied a little awkwardly, because he almost never said hello if he met someone.

"Mr Hasna wants to see my mom?" Ask Kevin who is trying to eliminate the awkwardness that is on him.

"Yes mas. Is aunt Rosita around?"

"Some, come with me." Kevin invites Hasna to enter the building.

"Call me Hasna, it looks like my age is still under Kevin's. I feel bad."

"Ah..all right, so feel old me." Chuckle at the man.

"Please."

Hasna followed Kevin's steps to meet her mother.

"Assalamu'alaikum aunt." Hasna shakes hands with Miss Rosita.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, son of Hasna." Miss Rosita answered, but her eyes were on the son. The same expression was shown by Ms. Rosita as she answered the greeting from Hasna. Kevin just smiled awkwardly at the look of the mother.

"Is there anything serious to talk about with your aunt?." Miss Rosita started the conversation with the young girl before her.

"Yes aunt. I want to leave two hundred rice boxes and cakes to share with orphans. Please accept aunt." Say Hasna politely.

Miss Rosita was a little surprised by Hasna's words, even with Kevin.

"Not that aunt won't accept, but what's Hasna for? Aunty even ordered more, so as not to let anyone not be part. " The middle-aged woman was a little confused by Hasna's words.

"It just so happens that aunty is holding a charity event for orphans. So I left alms on behalf of my parents for them. May they wish kindness to both of my aunt's parents." Hasna answered with a sad look and a smile.

"Received by aunt." He said it again, and it sounded like a plea.

"All right, I'll tell you later." Miss Rosita finally answered.

"Thank you so much auntie, then excuse me. Assalamu'alaikum." Pamit Hasna shook Rosita's hand and cupped her hands to Kevin.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Kevin and Miss Rosita answered at the same time

Hasna also left the venue, leaving Kevin and his mother stunned by the long-mistakin girl's behavior.

"Good, keep the boy." Said Ms. Rosita while patting her son's shoulder. Kevin turned his eyes to his mother.

"What does mama mean?" Kevin was a little confused by what his mother said.

"She's a nice girl, polite and very gentle. Mama likes that. Mama would be so grateful if she could be your life partner." Said the woman with a very wide smile.

"Ma, Kevin only knew her last night. It was not intentional either. Who knows if he already has a partner, even married."

"Mama's sure she's still single, mama doesn't see any ring around her ring finger." Resist mother.

"If she already has a boyfriend?"

"Cannot be. Model girls like Hasna, wouldn't want a date."

"Who told Deketin to date? Lamar him, make a son-in-law in our family." Miss Rosita replied without hesitation and passed away leaving the son. At once Kevin's mouth opened so surprised by the words of the mother.

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The more days of Hasna's busyness is increasing, as will the opening of his new restaurant.

Hasna wants to start a restaurant business after having three small businesses and two cake and pastry shops. It was the dream of his parents. And now Hasna succeeded in realizing the dreams of her loved ones.

The show is two days away. Hasna checked her phone, maybe there was a call or a message from her grandfather. Recalling lately he came home after the grandfather rested. There is rarely time to talk to each other.

It turned out that there were many messages from several customers and EOs who handled the grand opening of H.Ay Restaurant, his restaurant. There was one message that attracted his attention, a message from an unknown number.

~Assalamu'alaikum Hasna's. This is Aunt Diana, wife of Andi.~

At first glance he read the text message sent to him. Both of his eyebrows were clinging to after reading it.

"Aunt Diana? About Andi? Who the hell are they?" Mumbled

Drrr...

The voice of the call from his phone broke his daydream. It was from the same number. He immediately lifted her to answer her curiosity.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum." Sweepings

"Wa'alaikumussalam Hasna's. This is Aunt Diana, his wife's om Andi." A voice of a woman introduced herself.

"Grandfather Rusdi told you the same Hasna?" Hasna still quietly listened to the words of the woman across the phone.

"The plan is, God willing, tomorrow night we're going to the house to talk about you and your aunt. I hope you got the answer, baby." Reciprocity.

Deg. Hasna's tongue suddenly became twisted. Not a word that can be said.

"Hasna, you're still there, aren't you, baby?" Ask Miss Diana, because there is no word from the interlocutor.

"I.iya aunt. Later I will tell my grandfather about the arrival of aunty to the house." Finally there is a word that is spoken.

"Yes, then, aunt close the phone first, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." The connection was also cut.

He stared at her for a moment at her cell phone screen. Hasna almost forgot her conversation with her grandfather the other day. Not even really remember it..

He was so busy with his work. Hasna tried to calm down by sighing with all her chest. The phone just got his mind right.

Never thought before, if he had to get married at such a young age. He is not even twenty-three years old. There is still much he wants to achieve before being preoccupied with household problems.

Hasna nodded her forehead slowly. Sighs and exhales slowly.

His mind was completely divided. Personal problems should not be confused with work problems. He must be professional.

Soon he finished his work which remained a little more. He did not want to bring work home, when his focus was split.

Soon he grabbed his car keys and went home to see his grandfather. Mumpung is still afternoon, there is still time for him to talk about this.

"Bak Dina, I'm going home first. If there's anything call me immediately." Hasna said goodbye to one of her employees.

"Okay Hasna, be careful on the road."

"Thank you, assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."