The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 30

Answering the true status of Hasna, really made Rama a dilemma. Saying that if Hasna is his wife, his heart is not ready for a relationship that involves feelings. But if you say Hasna is still alone, that's not the right choice.

"No, Hasna.still single." Finally the answer that comes out, even though it feels stuck in the esophagus.

Rama threw away his gaze and closed his eyes for a moment, condemning his folly. For it is not wise to say his wife is a woman who is still alone.

Rama caught the male expression before him. A smile rose on both corners of his lips, as if that was the answer the assistant expected of him.

"Are you interested in Hasna?"

What a question that ripped his pride as a husband. Ask a man how he feels about his wife.

"I haven't thought in that direction. But I think Hasna is a very attractive woman. He's like a magnet that can attract a lot of attention, including the adam." Ivan answered followed with a faint smile, then the man continued his dinner.

Is that true, if Hasna is like a magnet that can attract a lot of adam's attention? Suddenly the feeling of Rama became unsettled by the words of his assistant.

He started it, why is he so nervous?

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After dinner at the hotel restaurant, Rama decided to return to his room. Laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the hotel room.

Ivan's words again buzzed to disturb his hearing.

"I think Hasna is a very attractive woman. He's like a magnet that can attract a lot of attention, including the adam."

Rama breathed a rough breath, then grabbed the cell phone lying on his side. Soon she dialed her sister's number. At this hour the chatty girl must not have slept.

Sure enough, on the second ring the phone is connected.

"Hello, brother, what's wrong?" His voice was still shrill, indicating that the girl had not slept.

"You want to find Hasna? I slept with the guy."

Not yet asked, but the words of the sister already represent the answer to a question that he has not even said.

Suddenly Nayla turns the call into a video call, forced to accept it. The first thing he saw was the beautiful face of his wife.

Wait, Hasna took off her hijab? It's so pretty. And that, she was only wearing a short-sleeved maroon color satin nightgown? It contrasts with its pure white skin. Rama's eyes were completely pampered, and centered on his sleeping wife. The man did not blink to look at the woman who was his wife.

Nayla held back her laughter when she found out that her brother's facial expression was admiring his wife's beauty. Only Rama who is not aware if the picture captured Hasna is the camera behind the phone, while his face is so clearly visible on the main screen of the phone.

"Sorry Brother, breath. Inspiration.exhale..." Tempta Nayla, imitating a fitness instructor.

Rama, who had just realized from his admiration for his wife, immediately turned his cellphone camera in the other direction. Moments later, it re-appeared on the video call screen.

"Sir, Mbak Hasna is so pretty huh?" You little boy, even more aggressively teasing Rama.

"All women are beautiful, just like you and Mama. But if you're beautiful, just a little."

"Enak aja, ngatain Nay beautiful just a little. A lot of beautiful people, who? Sister Hasna?"

"That's it." The reflex response came out of the man's lips.

But after that, he realized and cursed his stupidity. Drought hang out with Nayla, long time his mouth follow the blong. To the point of saying that Hasna is beautiful.

Nayla giggles at hearing it. It was strange that his brother was, only to say that his wife was beautiful just to wear it in circles first. He praised his wife, not the neighbor's wife.

"Yes, sleep there. Girls don't mostly stay up late, ntar cepet wrinkles."

"Yes, yes.His husband is Hasna. Aaa..."

The call immediately ended Nayla before Rama let out his scolding again.

Rama looks at the screen of the phone that has returned to display the name of Nayla's contact. The call had ended the girl, but a smile did not subside from her lips.

There was a happy feeling of relief after seeing his wife's face. Back, his heart felt a subtle sigh, just from looking at his wife through the vcall.

Rama returned to his starting position, lying on his back, with one hand he used as a cushion. His eyes focused on the ceiling. But his mind turned back to being with his wife. The sentence after sentence that his wife had spoken some time ago filled his mind again.

"Happiness in marriage is indeed the goal for every married couple."

"Marriage is the longest worship in human life, Mas."

"Regardless of how Mas Rama considered this marriage. This marriage is not something to be played with. And Mas Rama has taken a great responsibility before God, when saying the ijab qobul."

Rama scooped up his face. Confused about what he will decide. Does it persist with its pain by building a fort in its heart ? Or just trying to accept this marriage, the same as what Hasna did?

It feels really dilemma. But a second later, his assistant's words flashed again. And it succeeded in making his heart rumble.

Ivan, a handsome, intelligent young man, his life is well established. Moreover, he has high concern. What is in his assistant, is really an attraction in itself.

Is it possible that if Ivan really approached Hasna, his wife's heart would melt? No, Hasna is not that kind of woman. But if his wife finds comfort in another man is she capable of being betrayed a second time?

Rama squeezed his hair rough, really thinking about the woman made him really feel swayed by the circumstances.

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Hasna slept at night in Nayla's room, more precisely sleeping. Because the girl told me so many things. Think of it as a confiding friend. This morning, Hasna moved to Rama's room.

After praying and teaching some scripture, Hasna planned to go to the kitchen to make breakfast. But it looks like it will be a little afternoon he goes down. Remembering Nayla who suddenly appeared from behind the door she knocked on.

"Mom, can I come in?" Apparently the girl still needed permission from the room occupants.

"Just in, Nay."

The girl went in and sat down next to Hasna, on the thick rug she used to pray.

"What's wrong?" Ask Hasna.

"Yesterday, Rama called, but Hasna's mother was asleep."

Hasna stopped her movement from folding the mukana she had just finished and turned her eyes to Nayla.

"Only phone?"

"At first, but I turned it into vcall. Yes end, Brother Rama does not believe that Mbak Hasna has slept. I'm changing vcall for." Answer Nayla.

Vcall's? Sleep on? Perhaps, Rama also saw as he slept without a head covering and wore a short-sleeved shirt? As soon as Hasna realized her appearance last night.

"So Mas Rama saw that I didn't wear a veil?' Tanya Hasna splashy.

It seemed like he was unconscious when saying that, thus making Nayla link her eyebrows together. A second later Hasna realized her words just now. He's disappointed in his carelessness this time.

Hasna closed her eyes and shifted her eyes. Very careless, considering his sister-in-law is typical of women whose level of curiosity is high.

"Emang why if Kak Rama saw Mbak Hasna without a veil? You're husband and wife, so teach it?"

Hasna painstakingly swallowed her saliva. What answer should he give the woman in front of him this time.

"In fact, during your honeymoon yesterday, Ms Hasna did not say anything about Kak Rama?"

Duh, right? Not yet answered the first question, the next question has arisen.

"Don't tell me you haven't done anything yet?" This question sounds a bit gaseous.

Hasna tried to calm down, so that the girl in front of him did not put too much suspicion on him.

"Nay, I asked that because I was ashamed that Mas Rama saw me sleeping. Usually the sleeping person has an uncontrollable facial expression. It could be that I accidentally slept mangap, hair that was frowning and other strange behavior. The name of the wife would want to always look beautiful in front of her husband, right?"

It seemed that Hasna's answer was acceptable to Nayla. Evidently the girl continued to listen without refuting. And sometimes he nodded his head

"And also, our affairs in the room, should not be known by others. It was our secret both. Because the husband is a dress for his wife, and vice versa. If we say what's behind our door, it's the same way we open our own disgrace."

Nayla nodded in understanding, what a wise sister-in-law. Surely his brother is very lucky to have a wife like Hasna. Besides being beautiful, kind, also respecting and maintaining the dignity of her husband. Really a complete package.

"Keep what do you want nyusulin Ma'am here?"

"Oh, no papa, ma'am. I would love to buy Mbak Hasna." He replied giggling as he hugged Hasna from the side.

Hasna only smiled in response to her sister-in-law's behavior. But after that, the smile slowly shrank.

"Couple chute has a Mother Hasna where, why not use it?"

Duh, if it is so, what do you want to answer?

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