The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 35

Ms. Diana walked a little quickly in the hospital corridor, after getting the infirmary information of her eldest son. He left immediately after getting a call from the hospital if his son had an accident. He came alone to confirm his son's current condition.

"Astaghfirullah, Ramah. Why is it like this?" He paled when he arrived at Rama's nursery.

Rama who was trying to close his eyes, immediately disturbed because of the panic of the mother. The man turned to the woman who had given birth to him.

"You don't have to panic like that, Rama is okay, Ma." Rama tried to calm his mother.

"What's wrong? Look at your head wearing bandages, this is also your hand until installed casts all. What exactly are you, Rama?" The middle-aged woman was really worried about her first son.

"It's just a small wound, Ma." Rama palpated his forehead, still feeling sore and dominating pain. But he did not appear in front of his mother. He tried as calmly as possible when he said his condition.

"If the hand, there is an injury to the shoulder. Therefore, casts are installed to reduce the risk of injury getting worse. Mama don't have to panic like that ah, Rama is not papa really." The man was still trying to make his mother not worry too much.

Seemed her mother's tears flowed through her cheeks, making the man could not bear to make her mother more panic with her condition. But Rama just kept silent no longer responding. He tried to give his mother space to release the emotions on her chest by shedding tears.

"Who's mom here?" Rama asked after his mother's crying subsided, because no one saw him with his mother.

"Mama was alone, the driver had ushered. Your brother hasn't come home yet, Papa still has work to do. Mama also did not have time to tell them, Mama panicked because of the news of your accident." Rama nodded little hearing it.

"Hasna knows?" Ask her.

"Not yet, Ma." Answer's short.

"Why not tell? She's your wife, she must be worried waiting for you to come home."

His mother was right, and his wife must have been anxious to wait for his return. She always welcomes him after work.

"Not even dumb? Cepet's called his wife." Said Miss Diana who did not get a response from her son.

"Don't tell me you didn't keep your wife's number? If it's true, you're really going too far. Wife's own number until she doesn't know." Miss Diana snorted in annoyance.

Not much to say, he immediately took a cellphone and dialed his daughter-in-law's number.

"Assalamu'alaikum, dear. Where's it?" Speak to him in as calm a tone as possible.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, again on the road, Ma. What's up?"

"Emmm...are you calling while driving?" Miss Diana was looking for the right situation to convey the condition of her son. Do not let his son-in-law wretched also because of the news that will be delivered.

"No, Ma. Hasna happened to stop by first at the minimarket. Buy the finished kitchen. Mama want to nitip something?" Bargainly.

"Emmm. Can you buy Mama some bread and some fruits, baby?"

Rama frowned in wonder at the words of his mother. Just report the news of the accident until asking for bread is also all fruit. It's weird, he thought. But his lips remained silent, and his ears still listened to his mother's words well.

"Can, Ma. Anything else?"

"Emmm...All you take to the hospital, can you? Mom is looking for acquaintances. But don't get to buy any hands, honey."

Hasna was a little surprised by her mother-in-law's request, but did not refuse. Even with Rama, the man squinted his eyes to hear the mother calling herself an acquaintance.

"Good, Ma. Mama just send me the location. Hasna went straight there after this."

The call was terminated. Notifications came into her phone, from Mama-in-law. He sent the name of the hospital and the ward of his acquaintance-in-law.

After paying at the cashier, Hasna immediately turned back the direction, because the hospital in question she had passed when she returned home earlier.

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Hasna walked down the hospital corridor with her mother-in-law's luggage. Asked the direction of the hospital room to the nurse who happened to cross paths with him.

The woman was already standing right in front of the door of the room in question. Slowly he shook his hand, knocking at the door. Mom Diana appeared behind the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma." He kissed Miss Diana's hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, darling. Come in yuk."

Hasna seemed hesitant to enter the nursery. Remembering who was there was her in-law acquaintance.

"Hasna, come on."

"But, Ma_"

Lady Diana grabbed the beautiful woman's hand. Hasna had to follow her in-laws into her friend's room.

A man was playing his cell phone. Hasna just glanced at him. His face is not so clear, because it is blocked by bandages that wrap his forehead.

"You put it on the table there." He pointed to the nightstand next to the patient's bed.

Hasna complied, but before she put her luggage down, the man on the patient's bed turned to her.

"Mas Rama?" Sluggishly. The woman was surprised if the man who became the patient was her husband.

Rama remained silent in his position. Hasna scanned her husband's condition. There was a wound on his head, with a bandage wrapped in a little seepage of blood. Then his right hand wrapped in a cast is also an arm Sling to support.

Now the woman's gaze turned to her mother-in-law. Ask for an explanation on the woman who gave birth to her husband.

"You asked your husband yourself." Miss Diana said before Hasna said something.

Actually the middle-aged woman was a little annoyed at her son. For two months of their marriage, his son did not have his wife's phone number. How the two communicate, especially if Rama has a job outside the city like last Sunday. Or maybe he guessed when Rama called the house number at that time, it was true if his son did not know the number Hasna. It's so outrageous.

He gave a long talk to his eldest son before Hasna arrived. I wish my son could treat his wife

well done.

Five minutes no sound from either. The woman grew emotional, and finally decided to go home, leaving her son and daughter-in-law in the hospital.

"Because your wife's here, you better go home."

"Ma.."relih Rama.

It seems the man is reluctant if only alone with his wife.

"What's? Hasna your wife, she's more entitled to take care of you." That was so damn his mother's words.

"Necessary Hasna interracial, Ma?"

"No need, dear. If there's anything, call Mama right away, yeah." Now his mother's speech sounds softened when talking to his wife.

What's with her mother? The woman was so sniffy on him but so gentle on Hasna. God, it's like a stepson.

Hasna followed her in-laws to the out-door of the nursery, after which she re-entered. Now silence covers both.

Rama looks indifferent to his wife's whereabouts, while Hasna looks awkward.

There was a knock from outside. A nurse came to deliver dinner for the patient.

"Eat her dinner, sir." Sister put the rice box on the nightstand.

"No need to help, there's a wife for that." The young green uniformed woman turned to Hasna and smiled kindly.

"Don't forget the cure, sir. There will soon be a doctor visit. May it heal soon."

"Thank you, Sus." Hasna. The nurse left both.

Hasna approached her husband, offering him food just now.

"Mas Rama wants to eat now?"

Not answering, just a small nod that he gave. Because he himself was hungry.

Hasna opened the lid of the lunchbox, and spooned the rice and the side dish and thrust it right in front of her husband's mouth. Rama opened his mouth slowly, taking a bribe from his wife.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim." Lirih Hasna feeds Rama.

A little clumsy with the treatment of his wife, Rama chose to take his eyes off. How can he eat, but his wife who pray. How humiliating.

Just two mouthfuls, it seemed like the man was already tasteless. Seen from a reluctant face.

"Mas Rama wants to eat something else?" Hasna seemed to understand the expression that her husband showed. Rama also nodded.

"What do you want to eat? Let Hasna Find." Tawar Hasna's.

"Anything, as long as it's not hospital food." Rama's reply made Hasna smile a little.

Hasna closed the dining room in her hand and put it back on the nightstand.

"Then Hasna pamit out all prayers Isya'. Does Rama want Hasna to help you have a holy first?"

"No, just later." Resist.

Hasna soon came out leaving Rama alone in the nursery. Along the hallway, she was still wondering about the calamity that befell her husband. But to just ask, he seemed a little shy.