The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 44

It is too difficult to describe the feeling that is in the heart. A feeling that fills the chest cavity. Asa in every prostration and love that is always cast in the do'a.

"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.

It was like a dream, when she heard what her husband said. The men who had rejected it were resolute, now trying to accept the bond that unites them. A bond united in the name of the Creator. The bond that becomes the longest worship of each couple.

"Mas Rama is serious?" Hasna was shocked at her husband's words.

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

It was very difficult for Hasna to reach her husband's heart. A fortified heart is disappointed in the past. But when it has seduced the Owner of the heart, it easily feels inclined to him.

A speck of clear grain barged through from the corner of Hasna's eye. The day he had been waiting for, finally came. The day her husband's heart was moved to accept their relationship.

"God, thank you, You have answered do'a in every prostration of the servant. When I cannot reach the heart of your creature, only to Mu the servant seduces. You are the Thing of the Heart, and I give all things to You, my God."

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

"Why?"

Did he say the wrong thing, to make 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.

"I'm sorry, if I've always kept my distance. Help me learn to accept this marriage."

Hasna could no longer express her feelings in words, her husband was trying to improve their marriage.

"I accepted this marriage, but I'm applying for a condition on you?" Further.

"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." Firm Rama.

"What do you mean by Rama?"

"I put forward a condition, because I don't want to have to repeat the past. I accept this marriage to step into the future, not to be hurt a second time."

Hasna began to understand the direction of her husband's conversation. Rama had been hurt by someone who had been so meaningful in his life. Unlike her who only tried to accept and learn to love Rama as her husband. Because Hasna has no past with any man.

"What conditions did Rama propose? I'll try to fulfill it, if I can make it happen. But if not, please guide me to fulfill what Mas Rama wants from me."

The words of his wife made him confident to reveal what had always troubled his heart.

"If someday, you find a man who is far more everything than me, please say. Don't leave me with the same wound." Rama tried to hold the tightness in his chest. Given his past, it was the same as ripping apart a wound that was about to dry up again.

Hasna was surprised by Rama's terms. What kind of condition is that? It doesn't make any sense. Marriage is not to be played with. Why would he say if he found another man? It really makes Hasna inexhaustible.

"Why can Rama say such a thing? Indirectly Mas Rama has accused me of playing with our marriage." Hasna was a little annoyed at the terms Rama proposed.

"That's because we're still learning to get to know each other and accept." Sahut Rama fast.

"Even women I've known for years can betray. Moreover_"

"Moreover me?" Sergei Hasna.

"Mas, when you pledged our marriage qobul Ijab, I also closed my eyes from the charm of men who are not lawful to me. Closing my ears to seduction that made me lulled with undue feelings. And shutting our hearts out of the temptations that will destroy our homes." As gently as Hasna could say it.

"Then with Nayla's friend?" Todong Rama's.

Is her husband jealous? But it's too soon if that taste exists. Her new husband will try to accept it, won't he?

Hasna breathed in. Do not let Rama be provoked by emotions.

"Love is human, Mas. Anyone can't control it, even if he has that feeling. I take care of Mas Rama's heart, by taking care of my heart too. Because only Rama deserves to love me. Not Mama, Papa, Nayla, not even her friend."

A subtle sigh filled the male's chest cavity. Is it true that his wife loves him so quickly? Or is it just a prank to convince her?

"So soon did you say love to me?" Rama is still confused by his wife's words.

"Sooner or later, I should be able to cultivate that love like Mas Rama. Mas Rama my husband, only Mas Rama has the right to me completely. Let alone love, the responsibility for my life has been secured by God on the shoulders of my husband, Mas Rama."

Hasna's words momentarily lulled her. The man felt loved again by a woman who had become his wife. But what about him himself, had the same taste been present in him?

"Ehem... I hope the terms I'm proposing don't mind you. You can apply the same conditions to me, or any conditions that make you comfortable?"

Hasna smiled thinly at him. A condition? Even that word had never been thought of before.

"I don't have to apply the conditions to Mas Rama. I accepted this marriage unconditionally. I want to make this marriage a worship, and a wife's devotion to her husband."

"Aren't you afraid if I cheat behind your back?" There was a small laugh on his wife's lips.

"Does Rama have any intentions?" Not answering, Hasna asked Rama the question again.

"That's what it was." Rama was a little upset, as if he was accused.

"Even if it happens, I won't be able to do anything. Feelings cannot be controlled. But from the beginning of our marriage, I've put it all to the owner of our hearts. I begged my heart to stay awake for my husband, and vice versa." Hasna answered calmly.

Until here, Rama considered Hasna is not a selfish woman. Which is only concerned with its own comfort.

"Take me, Mom. Guide me to be a wife who devotes life to her husband." Pinta hasna sincere.

Rama stared at his wife's silhouette. There was a smile on both corners of his wife's lips, the woman really made him feel valued as a husband.

"Sleep, it's night. I also want to rest."

Hasna pulled back her blanket, and tried to close her eyes again.

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Rama gave a small moan before finally waking up. Her net scanned the surroundings, not her private room. He sat down and started to remember what happened, why was he in this room?

Rama remembers asking to sleep in Hasna's room last night. He also asked his wife for conditions when he accepted their marriage.

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Her attenuation was sidetracked when the bathroom door opened, apparently Hasna. It looks like his wife just took a shower. His face looks fresh.

"Mas Rama is awake?" Rama nodded small.

"Would Hasna help you?" Fresh Hasna, Rama nodded his head again.

Rama slowly got out of bed and assisted Hasna to go to the bathroom. As usual, Hasna just waited outside and prepared her husband's prayer needs.

After helping Rama, Hasna immediately headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Incidentally today Rama has a control schedule to the hospital, also therapy with orthopedic doctors.

Breakfast was ready at six o'clock, coinciding with Rama who had just come out of his room.

"Mas Rama wants breakfast now?" Rama approached the dining table.

"No, I want to take a shower."

Hasna was silent and did not answer Rama's words. Should he offer his help?

"You don't want to help me?"

"Eh?"

Suddenly, both of his cheeks were red. She has helped her husband to the bathroom several times. Although limited to delivering, helping and waiting for him outside.

But this time it felt different. Ever since the pillow talk they did last night. Their relationship slowly warmed.

Rama grabbed his wife's wrist, making the woman flinch and turn an eye. Her eyes were on her husband's grasp. This is even the first time. Hasna's reflexes follow Rama's steps up the stairs.

His hand slipped as Rama opened the door. The man entered first, and Hasna followed him behind.

Rama turned his body, slightly looking down on his wife's face. Hasna's heart beats faster, when the two faces are only a few inches away. Even the breath of Rama feels warm sweeping the surface of the skin of his face.

"Help me take a shower inside." His whisper.

Those shady eyes patterned perfectly. His breath seemed to be restrained. Help the how? Why do we have to say it in whispers? Didn't he also help Rama take off his clothes and replace them? Instantly the woman became agitated.

Rama again took his wife's hand into his private bathroom. There is no rejection.

"Help me take off this outfit." Sluggishly.

What happened this morning? Why was her husband suddenly so happy to whisper to her.

Hasna untied the related Sling arm on her husband's shoulder. Then open one by one the buttons of clothes belonging to Rama. There was no movement from the man as usual.

Earlier when Hasna helped him remove his clothes, Rama always helped move his left hand, and Hasna helped while removing the right part of his shirt.

Hasna moved a little closer to Rama. She had a little trouble taking off her husband's clothes.

"Mas Rama, help me."

"Yes?"

"Help me take off my clothes." Her request.

"I asked for your help, why are you asking me to help you take your clothes off as well?" Rama softly.

Who is wrong to grasp the meaning of the conversation here, Rama or himself?

"I mean, please help move Mas Rama's left hand as usual."

Rama deliberately moved his left hand forward, bringing Hasna closer to him.

It felt as if Hasna's breathing had stopped for a few seconds. The distance between her face and her husband's chest is so close. Hasna didn't shy away like she used to. The woman stayed in her position.

The air shower pours out on top of both, making Hasna look at the beauty of her husband.

The woman nodded and immediately shifted her eyes. It feels so shameful. Rama, the man smiled to find the expression his wife showed.

"Se..preferably, a. I'm out." His speech stammered.

Hasna immediately stepped away from Rama, but her movements lost quickly. Rama has confined his movements to the bathroom wall.

The movement is locked, the distance eroded closer. Both clothes got wet. Both hearts were beating strongly. Only the water sounds heard.

"Ma... Mas Rama today there is a control schedule to the hospital. A. I'll be ready soon."

Apparently Hasna found the right reason to get out of this situation.

"Then my clothes?" Whisperer Rama.

Hasna again helped Rama take off his clothes. He no longer knew how bright his face was.

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