The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 43

"sister, Nay go back. Mama WhatsApp said straight back." Pamit Nayla, Rama nodded small

"Be careful."

Rama accompanied his sister's steps up to the terrace.

"Don't forget what Brother said, never accept anything from your friend, for Hasna." Rama's sweat is full of emphasis.

"Ready, go!" Nayla salutes a soldier. Then smile wide.

Nayla drives her car away from Rama's residence. The man then re-entered while waiting for his wife's return.

It seems like he has to make a quick decision. Let no man expect his wife.

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Hasna's car stopped right in front of the porch of the main door of the Suryanata residence, to drive her mother-in-law home.

"Don't stop by first, honey?" Bargain him when opening the seatbelt.

"Next time, Ma. Poor Mas Rama alone at home."

"Once again Mama is very grateful to Hasna, for being a good wife to your child." Bu Diana's outstretched hand gently rubbed the top of her daughter-in-law's head.

"Hasna's still learning, Ma. Pray that Hasna will be a good wife to Mas Rama." Sincere bespoke.

"Definitely, Honey. Then Mama goes inside first. Thank you for accompanying my mom today. You be careful, yeah."

Hasna kissed his in-laws' hands. Diana also came down.

"Yes, Ma. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

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Nayla's car is no longer visible in the yard, surely her sister-in-law has gone home. Hasna opened the door and said hello as usual, but there was no word. It looks like her husband is in the upper room.

Sure enough, before long Rama was seen down the stairs. A smile Hasna gave to her husband.

Rama was glued for a moment, staring at his smiling wife. She is beautiful with all her simplicity. It is only fitting that Nayla's friend is captivated by the charm of the woman who became his wife. Don't forget his assistant, Ivan.

Rama continued his steps and stopped right in front of his wife.

"Mas Rama has eaten? Sorry Hasna's home over lunch." I feel bad for Rama.

Why this woman always put her position as if to be a husband who curbs the freedom of a wife. Hasna always felt guilty when faced with him.

"Already, the same delivery Nayla." Answer Rama flat.

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"Just now."

"Sholat?"

"Not yet."

Hasna helped her husband change clothes and also put on a sarong. Hasna's heart always beats when near Rama. A feeling of pleasure arises. Could she have fallen in love with her husband?

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After dinner and medicine, Rama did not return to his room. The man was seen relaxing in the living room.

Hasna had just finished cleaning the kitchen and was getting ready for the room. The woman looked at her husband's condition before preparing to rest.

"Mas Rama there need something?"

Rama turned his eyes away from the television on his wife.

"No."

"If Mas Rama needed anything, Hasna was in the room. There's a little work." Rama nodded and refocused on the glass screen before him.

Hasna is focusing on checking reports from some of her outlets. Since Rama was treated, he never came to his catering, cake shop, or restaurant. Time to take care of Rama's recovery.

Geck, tok, tok.

Hasna's focus was distracted by the knock on the door. The woman moved, and found her husband standing outside her room.

"Yes?"

Rama said nothing, but he stood at the door, making Hasna frown in wonder.

"Mas Rama? Do you need anything?" Hasna tried to ask, because her husband never said anything.

"Emmm_." Suddenly, his words stuck in his throat.

"Mas Rama needs something?" Rework Hasna.

"No." Answer's short.

What was the purpose of knocking on the door of the room?

Hasna kept waiting, maybe there was something her husband wanted to say. Because the man did not move.

"May, I... sleep... in this room?" Rama's speech was stamped.

Rama's question took Hasna by surprise. What's wrong with her husband. Yesterday after coming home from the hospital, he chose to sleep in his own room. But tonight, he asked to sleep in Hasna's room.

"You mind?" Rama caught a reluctant expression on his wife's face.

Hasna nodded quickly. The woman was not at all. Isn't this what they should have done since the beginning of their marriage? Not sleeping in a separate place.

Hasna remained standing on the doorstep, with Rama outside.

"Can I come in?" Rama asked, because the woman never allowed herself to enter.

"Ah, yes, please." Hasna slightly shifted her position, so that her husband could go inside.

Rama looked at his wife's room. It was very different from the room upstairs. There was only a small bed, a medium-sized cupboard, a study table in the corner of the room, and a long sofa near the window. Even he had just found out the contents of Hasna's room this second as well.

Previously he only asked Ivan to renovate the second floor as he wanted and bought some furniture to fill it. Only his private area, which he knew. He was a fool in the other room.

"Mas Rama sat down first, Hasna prepared her bed."

Rama walks towards the study desk chair, where Hasna works. The laptop is still on. Rama glanced at his wife's work. It seems to be working on financial statements, but not for the company.

Apparently his wife was a finance manager at work. I don't know where he works, he never even knows.

Rama turned his gaze to Hasna who was making the bed and replaced the bed sheet as well as a new blanket. The man didn't ask, just looked at him.

"Mas Rama, please rest. Hasna finish the job first." Hasna said to her husband.

Rama headed to the contest. Sit on one side that Hasna has prepared. Apparently the woman was trying to make her sleep comfortable tonight. Seen pillows arranged in such a way.

Hasna finished her work at exactly nine p.m. The woman went to the bathroom to clean and change clothes.

Before long, Hasna came out of the bathroom. The woman was wearing a long nightgown and an instant veil on her head.

"He wears a veil while sleeping? But that time he let go?"

Rama remembered very well when he came home from out of town, at that time Hasna mnginap at his parents' house. He found his wife sleeping on his bed, without wearing a cover on her head. Even Hasna was wearing that nightgown... Uhh... It's hard Rama forget.

Hasna walked to the side of the bed next to the empty Ramah. Rama thought Hasna would take it, but she didn't. Hasna took the pillow. Just a few steps, Rama's voice stopped the woman's steps.

"Where are you going?" Hasna was slightly tiptoed, she thought her husband had been sleeping since.

"I'll sleep on the couch. Rama sleep, it's night." Rama rose and sat down.

"Why? Is it because I'm sleeping in your room, you're disturbed?" Accuse Rama. Hasna nodded quickly.

"No, it's not that. I just want Rama to rest comfortably." Answer Hasna.

"The bed here is not as big as the bed in Mas Rama's room. I just don't want to if later Mas Rama is uncomfortable."

Rama breathed a rough breath. So that's the reason. Hasna thought that Rama would be uncomfortable sharing a bed with her.

"I'm sleeping won't be rolling right and left, so it won't take up much space." Rama said it with a bit of annoyance.

Hasna remained unmoved in her place by hugging the pillow she was carrying. The woman stared at the side of the bed next to her husband.

"Come here." Rama's tone sounded a little softened.

Hesitating Hasna moved her legs back to the bed. Rama's eyes followed his wife's movements, to the right side of the blank next to him.

Hasna looked doubtful, but her husband's gaze made her comply to immediately go up to the bed.

Hasna put back the pillow she had taken, and sat on the edge of the bed, turning her back to Rama. Suddenly, his chest fluttered faster.

"Rest, it's night." Hasna looked at her husband. Apparently Rama had laid his body back.

Hasna immediately positioned herself to lie beside Rama. Apparently the woman kept her distance from her husband.

"This bed is still wide, why are you sleeping at the end? Come closer!" Hasna became misguided herself to hear Rama's request.

"My injured hand is on the right, you're on my left."

Before there was any rejection, Rama had already said it first. He understood that his wife would take the injury in his hand as an excuse.

Inevitably, Hasna shifted a little closer towards her husband.

"Do I need to change my bed in this room?"

"No need, this is enough. Especially for one person." Rama smiled faintly hearing it.

"Start tonight I'll sleep in your room, so if you feel uncomfortable about sharing a bed, say. But I hope, no."

Hasna reflexes turned to her husband. Rama did the same. The two beads sat.

"You mind?" Hasna just shook her head.

"So you like, I slept in your room?" Reflek Hasna nodded her head.

Hasna was drowning in her husband's bead. Those eyes, so sharp. Blasting, to make a heart rate is not careless.

Rama smiled at the manner of the woman lying on his side. Each question is not answered with words, but only with gestures.

"Sleep." Rama softly.

Rama grabbed the off button on the main light next to the bed. The light of the room became dim, but both of their eyes were reluctant to be closed.

The two fell silent for a moment, dissolving into their respective minds.

"Hasna's? Have you slept?" Rama's voice made Hasna try to close her eyes, undo her intentions.

"Yes?"

Hasna nodded, then moved slowly to get back on her back.

"I've thought of everything. I want to try to accept this marriage." Rama's reflexes made Hasna turn to her husband.

"I don't think there's any harm, we're trying this relationship." Hasna watched the silhouette of her husband's face under the dim light.

As if in a dream, she heard what her husband said. Rama, who rejected her firmly, is now trying to accept their marriage. In the stage, try. But this is good progress. May her husband's heart be truly moved to truly accept this marriage, and to make it a worship.

"Mas Rama is serious?" Even Hasna gave a response that made her not believe her husband's words.

"Yes. I think I'm going to learn to accept our marriage, and try to live it." Rama answered and turned to his wife.

A speck of clear grain barged through from the corner of Hasna's eye. This is what he always looks forward to. Her husband's heart was moved to accept their relationship.

"God, thank you, You have answered do'a in every prostration of the servant."

Rama did not see his wife's face clearly, but he could feel her tears. A little whisper was heard in his ear.

"Why?"

He said it wrong, making his wife cry. She thought Hasna would be happy with her decision, but why...

"No, I just feel like it's a dream, and I don't want to wake up to it anymore." He came back out of his wife's lips.

Rama smiled hearing the expression from his wife. Only Hasna tried to accept their marriage from the beginning. He is still wallowing in the wounds of the past. To make him build a solid fortress between himself and Hasna.

"But I am applying for a condition with you?"

"Condition?" Rework Hasna.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why do you have to be on condition?" A question that sounds like a protest of disobedience.

"Because I don't want to feel pain a second time."

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