The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 39

After lunch, Rama did not return to his room, but preferred to spend his time in the living room while watching television. Things he has never done since he lived in this house. Hasna was resting in her room.

At three in the afternoon Hasna was getting ready for her routine. Clean the house, and cook for meals.

The woman was surprised to find her husband in the middle room. He thought after lunch, Rama would come back to rest like him. But no, the man did something Hasna had never seen before.

"Mas Rama needs something?" Hasna approached her husband.

"No." The man's gaze remained focused on the flat screen before him.

Hasna continued her intention to clean the house. Just sweep also mop and clean the dust that sticks in the furniture. All the activities he did did not escape from the observation of Rama.

The man was seen focusing on television, but he noticed Hasna's deft gestures doing homework such as...Mbok Sumi, his ART.

Back, his mother's speech was ringing in the ear.

This was his wife's choice, and he agreed when Hasna said there was no need to use ART services. Because at the beginning of marriage, he wanted to live independently without the interference of others. Including ART that will be an ear when the relationship with Hasna is not appropriate husband and wife.

The woman did all her work well. And now it starts to sit in the kitchen. Deftly he processed ingredients to be used as cooking. The pleasant aroma poured out to the middle room in front of the kitchen, next to the dining room. I don't know what she's cooking, but it smells like rib soup, and it really makes the stomach rumble.

Hasna cooked Rama's favorite rib soup, also making red velvet for snacks.

Almost five o'clock, Hasna finished with her routine. Just waiting for the red velvet to mature. And get ready to take a shower.

Before long the woman came out of her room, she looked fresher after taking a shower. With home clothes and instant hijab, she looks beautiful even without makeup on her face.

The woman checked her cake. It turned out to be perfectly mature.

Once again, Rama's stomach thrashed just because it smelled the aroma of a cake that had just been removed from the oven. So perfumed.

"It's still warm, may Mas Rama like it." Hasna put her husband's favorite cake on the table.

"Said Mama and Nayla, Mas Rama likes red velvet. May it fit in Mas Rama's tongue, yes." Hasna was about to move, but her husband's voice interrupted her steps.

"wait. Please help me clean up."

Hasna looked over and frowned. Clean up what Rama meant. Didn't he just clean the house, even though only the first floor is also in front of the second floor room.

"Help me...clean yourself."

Rama's words successfully made Hasna hold her breath for a moment. While in the hospital, Rama does the routine with Anton's help. And now, Rama asks himself who helps?

"Are you going to stay there?"

Rama's voice made her realize, and found her husband had climbed the stairs first. Inevitably, Hasna followed her husband.

And as before, his steps stopped right in front of the door of Rama's room.

"Why is it still there? Come inside."

Hasna was silent, not responding to her husband's words. But from the look on his face, he looks reluctant to step his feet, and it makes Rama upset.

The man pulled his wife's wrist to enter her private room. Hasna who was not ready, inevitably, followed Rama's steps to enter into.

The woman was fixated on seeing the room occupied by her husband, different from the room he had been in. Rama's room is the main room, while his room is the guest room. Obviously the difference appears, from the size of the room Rama wider, let alone the furniture in it.

"I haven't prayed ashar yet, can you help me a little faster?" Hasna flinched and turned to Rama who was already standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

"A...what... i... ha...must...call......ma...entrance......in?" His speech stammered. His heart started beating.

"Yes, of course." As soon as the woman's face warmed up, a red hue adorned both of her cheeks.

She hesitated to step on her feet, drawing near to her husband. Rama began to step into the bathroom, with Hasna behind him.

"Bismillah, I can. This is one of my time with my husband. May the fields be my reward."

Rama waited for his wife's reaction shortly after being in the bathroom together. In fact, he was also very nervous about doing the routine that he usually did himself, and now with the help of Hasna.

Hasna began to approach, opening the Sling arm that supported her husband's arm. With trembling hands, he began unbuttoning the shirts Rama wore one by one.

Do not ask again how his heartbeat began to irregular. Rama was the same, his heartbeat began to craze, when his clothes were completely removed, passing both hands.

Hasna bowed deeply when her two neutrals accidentally saw her husband's upper body that was not covered in clothes. Repeatedly breathing deeply, trying to control his heartbeat. Especially now that the smell of Rama's body out filled Hasna's sense of smell. Makes the woman more nervous.

Amidst the chaos of his heartbeat, Rama pulled the corners of his lips together to form a perfect upward curve. The natural reaction Hasna showed upon seeing her body, was adorable in her eyes. Apparently his wife was very innocent.

"Ehem..preferably wait outside." Instantly Hasna lifted back her originally bowed head.

"Are you going to help me take a shower too?" Temptation Rama with a flat expression.

Hasna shook her head quickly, and rushed out of the bathroom, making a smile on Rama's handsome face perfectly wide.

Hasna walked to the walk in closet next to the bathroom. There are several cabinets lined up, already neatly arranged clothes according to the type, a lot.

The woman chose clothes that would be comfortable for her husband to wear. Rama used to wear knee-length shorts when at home. So he got me a home shirt and shorts.

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Rama came out of the bathroom using only a towel wrapped around his waist. Hasna's reflexes turned her back on her husband.

This particular trial, he wrote in his heart. His heart was beating faster than ever. The woman looked agitated, squeezing her fingers.

"My clothes?" Ask Rama.

"A. It's on the bed." He nodded by pointing towards the bed.

Rama took his clothes, but found nothing he was looking for. Only short shirts are also knee-length shorts.

"In my depth, where?"

Rama's question immediately made Hasna turn towards her husband with perfectly patterned eyes.

"Am I just wearing pants, no underwear?"

The successful question left the woman struck by overwhelming nervousness.

"Please get it, it's in the closet at the end of the t-shirt."

Suddenly his mind went blank, making Hasna unable to act quickly.

"Hasna?"

"I.iya, just a minute."

He gave her the things her husband asked for. Looking for the place Rama had shown. When he opened it, why suddenly he became groggy to see the neatly arranged underwear. With trembling hands he took one of those things. And immediately gave it to Rama.

Rama threw his face while smiling amusedly seeing his wife's hand tremble Raat handed over her underwear.

"What you_"

"No, I'll help Rama with his clothes later. This one please mas Rama learn by himself." Reject the woman.

Rama threw a face holding back laughter. Not finished he said it but instead his wife gave rejection first.

Rama sat on the bed, trying to use the thing Hasna had just picked up. His wife turned her back in shame.

"Yesterday you helped me take off my wet pants and replace them with dry ones. But why now you're not helping me use _."

"That's because I don't want Mas Rama to get a fever. And also I imagine that grandfather I changed his clothes."

Shit, Hasna's answer really dropped her pride. Hasna likened herself to her late grandfather? So yesterday when she was helping herself, she imagined she was taking care of her grandfather?

"What do you mean? What do you do if I'm old?" Rama's tone rang out, making Hasna instantly turn her body.

"No, I mean, it's only the old man I ever changed his clothes when he was sick." Hasna tried to give an excuse that did not offend her husband.

"Your boyfriend? I mean what about your ex-girlfriend?"

Rama wants to know how his wife used to be when it comes to the opposite sex. Because when he saw Hasna changing his clothes, his wife was wrong. He never had physical contact with the man he had been in contact with.

"I never had a boyfriend."

There was a slight belittling laughter coming out from Rama's lips. Really, the man did not believe.

"I had a relationship with that first man with Mas Rama."

Is it really like that? Even he was abandoned by the woman he loved so much while still having a relationship with him. It's very dubious.

"If you don't need help, I'm out."

Hasna knew that Rama doubted her. But he doesn't need to show proof of the truth. No matter what reason is given, one cannot defeat prejudice. So let time be answered.

"Wait, help me wear clothes. I need help."

Hasna paused her intention that would open the door of the room.

The woman helped Rama wear the clothes he had prepared. Draining clothes with a shy face. Shame to look at her husband's stout body.

Rama noticed the expression on his wife's face. The woman was very dexterous when doing housework, but when she helped him wear clothes, she suddenly lost her focus.

"It's done. I'm going downstairs first."

Hasna picked up her husband's dirty clothes, and brought them downstairs. During this time Rama used laundry services to wash his clothes iron. But now, Hasna will do it.

Rama breathed a rough breath. Now he'll try to wear his own pants. His wife seemed to be offended by the response he gave just now.

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