The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 38

In accordance with the predictions, today Rama is allowed to go home and only perform routine controls every week.

He will go home with Hasna in their home. Neither Lady Diana nor Mr. Andi advised the two of them to stay at the Suryanata family home until Rama was cured. They just want the two to get closer, because Rama will definitely need his wife for now.

Miss Diana had told her husband everything about the relationship of her son and daughter-in-law. So Mr. Andi who was originally going to invite Rama and Hasna to stay for a while, undo his intentions.

Hasna had already tidied Rama's belongings into the bag, just waiting for Nayla to pick up. But until thirty minutes passed, the girl did not reveal her nose.

Twice Hasna tried to call, but was never picked up. The attention of the two was distracted when the door opened from the outside, it turned out to be Miss Diana.

"Mama?"

"You guys ready?" Ask Diana after entering.

"Well, how'd you be the mom who picked me up?" Not answering, Rama asked.

"Nayla again has business, she said, Mama also does not know what. When it's over, let's go home soon." Bring her.

Hasna took her husband's bag, but it was taken over by her mother-in-law.

"Let Mama take it, you help your husband." Diana left both of them.

"Come, Mas."

Hasna stretched out her hand, helping Rama rise from his seat. The man welcomed his wife's hand. The grip was warm, making Rama look towards the woman who is now beside him.

Hasna stepped on her feet, but the new swinging step was stopped because Rama remained unmoved in his place. But that hand he did not let go.

"Mas Rama?" Call Hasna.

Rama heard his wife's words. The man stared at his hand with Hasna.

"What's wrong? Is anyone sick?" Tanya Hasna was worried.

"No." Rama shook his head.

The man began to step on foot and was followed by Hasna. Even his left hand was still holding his wife's right hand.

Hasna smiled at the hand of her husband. Never as long as the two were married did they make this kind of physical contact.

"Hopefully after this, our relationship will always be fine."

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An hour's drive, they had already reached Rama's private house. Miss Diana let the two, and more waited on the patio chair.

The woman observes her son's private home. This time he set foot in this house. Given the time they moved, no family would deliver.

Hasna opened the door and said hello when she entered. That was his habit from before.

Hasna helps Rama sit on the living room couch followed by her in-laws. Then take the bag containing her husband's dirty clothes and keep it to the back.

"What do you want to drink?" Tawar Hasna's.

"Mom can take it for yourself."

The middle-aged woman surveyed the entire house of her son, there were no displays on the wall. There's only a wall clock, too, painting.

"When did you buy this house?"

"A week after marriage."

Hasna joined in and sat next to her mother-in-law.

"Is this house not too small? You can buy a bigger house than this, Rama." I heard protests from his mother.

The man did not answer his mother's question.

"According to Hasna, this house is comfortable we live in, Ma. Considering we're just two." The woman tried to give an opinion about the occupancy they currently occupy. Moreover, her mother-in-law was impressed to corner her husband.

"Yes, anyway here without ART, all Hasna's working." Imbuh Rama's.

"Rama, you don't go too far. Hasna is your wife, not your maid. Even your salary could hire ten helpers at a time." Mother-in-law's voice began to rise by an octave.

"Mama don't misunderstand me Rama. It's all Hasna's will, Ma. We just stay alone, Mas Rama needs can also prepare his own Hasna, even by taking care of the house. Hasna is still able to do it alone, let there be busyness, Ma." Bela Hasna's. Don't forget the sweet smile he gave at the end of his speech.

Rama was only a listener when his wife defended herself in front of her mother.

"Haah.yes that's it, it's up to you." It seemed like Miss Diana was getting tired of arguing over them.

"Mama's tired, want to rest. Mama can use the guest room, right?" Ask Diana.

Rama and Hasna looked at each other, it could be dangerous if his mother knew that the guest room had been Hasna's room. And Rama occupies the main room upstairs.

"Sorry, Ma, Hasna's guest room is wearing." Rama closed his eyes to hear the plain words of his wife, even Miss Diana who expressed her surprise.

"Because for a while, Mas Rama is not allowed to be too tired, so while the guest room we wear until Mas Rama recovers." Further. Of course it's just a lie.

"But if you want, Hasna will prepare another guest room." Bargainly.

"No need then, you must be tired of two nights keeping your husband in the hospital. You better get some rest, Mama's going home."

Miss Diana grabbed the bag lying on the table and prepared to go home.

Hasna drove Miss Diana up to the front porch.

"Contact us if there's anything. I hope your relationship has made progress." Ma'am she gently rubbed the top of Hasna's head.

"Mama's coming home. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Hasna came in after her car disappeared behind the gate. The woman walked over to her husband who leaned his head and closed her eyes.

"Mas Rama should rest in the room, Hasna help, yes." Hasna stretched out her hand to help Rama stand up.

Hasna helped her husband walk up the stairs, then stopped right in front of her husband's bedroom door. Rama looked towards his left arm, Hasna's hand began to release its grip.

"Come, Mas. Hasna wakes up for lunch." The woman said, after opening the door for Rama.

Rama frowned. If Hasna tried to help him, but why was it just delivered to the door? Didn't the woman have an idea to prepare her bed? Arrange his pillow to support his back so that his shoulders feel comfortable?

Hasna understood the meaning of her husband's gaze. But the woman still remembers clearly how Rama treated when he tried to enter his room at the beginning of the time occupied this house.

"I don't have the right to go inside, I can just drive up here. May Mas Rama rest comfortably."

The woman immediately left Rama alone on the doorstep. Still wet in his memory, how the first time they moved to this house. The man who was her husband, refused his presence on the second floor of the house they occupied, because it was Rama's private area.

Rama was silent to hear his wife's words. The man stared at the back of the woman who spent two nights keeping him in the hospital. It turned out that his speech hurt the feelings of women who never issued a word of protest for his rude speech.

Rama entered the room that he had not occupied for three days. It's the same, nothing different. Even the table in the corner of the room looks messy. Even with a blanket that he had not been able to clean.

Rama wastes his rough breath. Walked to the bed he used to occupy. Break down, try to rest. But he did not find a comfortable position. Because while in the hospital, Hasna was the one who prepared her place to sleep. Arrange the pillow in such a way that he is comfortable while sleeping. But now, he himself had trouble doing it alone.

Has he started to depend on his wife? Or just because of injury, he can not freely do physical activity as usual?

Finally Rama decided to sleep leaning against the sofa by the window. Because the position is quite comfortable for him to support his injured shoulder and arm.

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Hasna knocked on the door of Rama's room many times, but there was still no answer. Again he knocked, kept quiet.

And this was the fourth time Hasna had gone up and down the stairs, trying to wake Rama up. But his efforts were in vain. Her husband did not open the door.

The clock showed at one o'clock in the afternoon past ten minutes. Rama missed his lunch. Don't let him take medicine late because of a delayed lunch.

Once again, Hasna tried to knock on the door with a loud knock, until a while later Rama opened the door. It was seen that the man had just woken up from his sleep.

"Sorry, if I interrupt Mas Rama's rest. But it's past lunchtime, and Mas Rama hasn't taken medicine either." Hasna.

At once Rama's view was diverted to the clock on the wall in front of his room. Sure enough, the clock has shown at one hour past fifteen minutes.

"I'm sorry, I've been trying to wake Mas Rama up since twelve o'clock, right at the dhuhur adhan. But Rama hasn't opened the door yet." Hasna saw the expression her husband showed, a hostile expression.

"Then why don't you go in?" Ask the guy a little.

"Because, because_" the words he had in mind, it was really hard for his tongue to speak.

"You don't have the right to enter my room?" Sahut Rama's.

Hasna looked straight at the black bead that was looking at her. The gaze was very sharp, making the female guts instantly shrivel.

"If it is like that, how will you take care of me and take care of me until I recover? I even slept on the couch because it was hard to find a comfortable position for my injuries." Hasna lowered her eyes.

"Sorry." Sluggishly.

I heard a rough breath from her husband. Makes him feel more guilty.

Rama also stepped away from Hasna who remained unmoved in front of the door of his room.

"When are you standing there?" Rama said a little loudly, because he had walked down half the stairs.

Hasna immediately followed her husband to the dining room. Prepare a seat and food for Rama. She also prepared food for her husband. After that, he helped Rama to take medicine. Hasna really served her husband very well.

After that, he ate for himself. And that he did the last three days since Rama was sick.

After all the work was done, he now cleaned the dinner table and washed all the dirty dishes. After that throw the garbage in the kitchen, in front of the house.

Rama watched his wife's activities. Is it true what his mother said if he treated Hasna like a housekeeper? Preparing all her needs, cleaning the house, and now taking care of herself. Even the woman always prioritized herself. But this is his wife's choice too, right?

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