The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 33

Talking about something personal will be very uncomfortable if someone else hears.

Same with Hasna and Nayla. The two women discussed things that were personal, so they chose a room as their place of conversation. I hope there will be no more ears to hear it.

But they were wrong, precisely all their talk was heard clearly in the ears of Rama. The man listened well to all the words of the two women sitting on the rug.

Not wanting to interrupt the conversation of the two, Rama survived in his position. Want to know how the reaction of the woman who is his status as his wife.

Rama wanted to be sure, before going any further. Their marriage lasted only two months, but two men expressed interest in his wife. Even one of them openly expressed his feelings, and had sent a sweet gift through his biological sister.

The man's chest churned to hear his sister's words. But immediately warmed when he heard the answer given by his wife.

Was the woman's feelings really sincere for him? Is what Ivan said the other day true, if we should not judge a person from our point of view alone? Not everyone has the same value.

But not without reason, Rama said that. All based on the reality he experienced himself. So it's only legal if he gives that assessment to Hasna.

What a dilemma, that's what Rama is experiencing now. The woman who is his wife is like a magnet. Two men admired him. Will there be more after that?

His mind is completely fucked. Rama is confused to decide, how the fate of their household in the future. Two men were waiting for his wife.

"Ehem... Can I pray?" Ask Rama flat.

Instantly the two women let go of a hug, and looked at him in shock.

"Sister Rama."

"Mas Rama."

Even the words of the two sound at the same time.

For a moment Rama noticed the expression of the two. Hasna looks like a wife caught cheating. While Nayla, it is like someone who is helping a pebinor to get their prey.

Without a second thought, Nayla left her sister's room.

"Nay excuse me."

The girl immediately frowned and disappeared behind the door that was closed tightly again.

Hasna stiffened looking at her husband's expression. The man is silent, but that does not mean that his heart is so. Especially now that his gaze was fixed on chocolate as well as a rose in his lap. I don't know what her husband was thinking.

Hasna's heart was pounding more and more. His throat felt choked, making it difficult to swallow saliva. Hasna recalled her conversation with Nayla when she first got married. About her husband's past. Wouldn't the man judge himself the same as his ex before? If so, what can he do. While the marriage alone from the beginning already feels bland.

Instantly Hasna's mind was filled with the terrible shadows of separation. He never thought of parting with Rama.

But moments later, her husband positioned himself on the prayer mat, and began his worship.

Hasna immediately folded the mucus she wore, and kept Bian's gift on the nightstand. Then change his clothes, then go down to cook as usual.

***

After Hasna's death, Rama remained in his position. Sit on his prayer mat. His little defense begins to falter, and prefers to learn to accept his marriage.

Not directly towards a real relationship between husband and wife. But more towards accepting if Hasna is his wife.

After removing his prayer equipment, he prefers to open his laptop. Checking work and emails from clients he met outside the city yesterday.

But his movements stalled, while his gaze was fixed on a gift from his wife's admirer. Rama takes a rough breath, before taking a laptop that is next to a red rose flower Bian gave.

He never paid any attention to his wife. But when he saw a man trying to get his wife's heart, he really did not accept.

***

"Sir, is Rama angry?" Nayla asked half a whisper to Hasna who was cooking in the kitchen.

Honestly speaking, the girl was really scared if her brother was angry, considering that the older brother had a past betrayed by the woman he was about to marry.

"Nay was afraid that Brother Rama was angry." Say it with your head down.

"Nay was afraid that brother Rama would recall his past." The girl again.

Not only Nayla, Hasna thought the same thing. But a second later a smile rose adorning her beautiful face. Gently rubbing the shoulder of the girl next to him.

"You don't have to worry. That's my business with Mas Rama. The most important thing is that you've been honest to convey everything to Mbak." Nayla nodded.

"Oh yeah, what are you doing here? Want to help what's bothering you?" Hasna tried to tease Nayla.

"His intention was to help, but...Nay can't cook." The girl was accompanied by a grin on her face.

The girl felt insecure compared to her sister-in-law. They're the same age but home business, more good at Hasna. Cooking, even their new home without ART. All Hasna takes care of herself.

Hasna smiled at the words of her sister-in-law.

"The cook.no need to be able to cook first. But, there was a willingness to learn to cook."

"What's the theory?" So plain the question.

Hasna laughed at Nayla's question. It must be yes, there is a theory for learning to cook? The most important thing is to have the will and the pretek.

"Okay, our first theory is to cook without involving deep feelings." Said Hasna, as if explaining the material to her protege.

"Huh?" Nayla was shocked to hear her sister-in-law's words. While the one who was stared at just smiled stifledly.

"Practice, we use.red cash." Say Hasna while lifting some red onion cloves over the bowl.

"Good try."

Hasna resumed her delayed work, finishing her cooking. While Nayla immediately peeled the red onion grains in a bowl.

"Hiks..hiks...hiks..." Before long, there was a small stuffing of Nayla's lips.

"Nay, are you okay?" Hasna asked while holding back a laugh.

"Hiks..hiks...hiks..." Isakan again sounded unpretentious with the sound of nose shrinkage.

"Why you?" Goda Hasna's.

"I don't know, but I just peeled. Tau-tau tears fell that way." Answer innocently.

"Hmmm.. means you didn't graduate in the first practice."

"What the hell, Ma'am. Even the cravings." Sewot.

Prestigious dong, just learned to peel the shallots, the future must give up.

Jokes and laughter sounded simple from inside the kitchen, making Mbok Sumi smile. Her young mistress was really good at bringing out the atmosphere. It is proven that the woman is very good at taking the heart of all members of the Suryanata family.

Miss Diana who just entered the kitchen was also made to smile at the behavior of the two of them. The two tell the origin of why Nayla cried. Inevitably made Miss Diana laugh to hear it. And all that did not escape the attention of Rama.

Rama walked towards the kitchen, and the laughter stopped. The two women noticed the man's movements. Turns toward the dispenser next to the refrigerator, probably thirsty.

"Rama, when are you coming home?" Miss Diana was a little surprised by the presence of the son this morning.

"Yesterday night, Ma." Answer Rama. His hands were busy drinking water.

"What time did you not hear the sound of the car when you came home?"

"Around one in the morning. Rama took an online taxi, leaving with Ivan. It's too bad that he won't." Lady Diana only nodded slightly hearing the words of her eldest son.

It's worth waking up Rama is already by his side, Hasna thought.

For a moment, Rama turned to his wife and sister. But it seems Nayla was misbehaving because the gaze of the sister is difficult to interpret. As for Hasna, the woman looked calmer.

***

After Ashar Rama's prayers took Hasna back to their home. Being in one car both makes them overwhelmed by an awkward atmosphere.

Both are silent, Rama focuses on the streets while Hasna prefers to play her phone. Until they both got home.

The gate of the house was open, it seemed like someone had entered. In the courtyard there was a car on the floor, and Rama was very familiar with the owner.

Hasna got out of the car first. A man in a red shirt approached her. Ivan, Rama's assistant.

By dressing casually like this, it made Ivan look younger. And that made Hasna slightly pangling at the appearance of the man standing before her.

"Good afternoon, Miss Hasna." Sweep friendly. Not forgetting the smile on his face.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Good afternoon, Mr. Ivan." The woman was friendly too.

"Wa, wa'alaikumussalam." She was a little embarrassed by the woman in front of her.

"Just got home from Mr. Andi's house, huh?"

"Yes, Ivan sir."

"Ehemmmm..." Rama's voice shocked the two, causing Ivan to abandon his intention to ask Hasna.

"Ivan, what are you doing here?" Ask Rama flat.

"Emm..this, sir, would like to deliver the file that Mr. Rama requested." Ivan gave the map in his hand to Rama.

Rama received the map with both eyebrows linked together.

"So morning Mr. Rama asked me to deliver this file to Mr.'s house." Ivan tried to remind.

"Yes, thank you."

Rama was about to set foot, but he paused, because Ivan never left his place. Instead, the man was seen watching the door of the house that was wide open.

"You're not coming back?" Rama said a little loudly, because his assistant seemed to pay no attention to anything other than the open door of his house. It was seen that the man was waiting for his wife to come back out.

Rama approached Ivan and patted his shoulders.

"Ah, yes, sir. Anything else?" Gelagapan.

"No, you're not coming back?" Rama's Birthday.

"Ah..all right, then excuse me."

Ivan withdrew, and left the residence of Rama.

It is a dangerous situation. His assistant began to show his charm in front of Hasna.

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