The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 45

With her clothes almost completely wet, Hasna slowly walked down the stairs back to her room. His heart is still beating.

Immediately he closed the door of the room. Rama's shared shadow in the bathroom makes it difficult to control feelings. When she accidentally caught up in her husband's arms. When Rama hides it under the water shower. Everything revolved filled his mind, and made his heartbeat even more uncontrollable.

Hasna immediately went into the bathroom to clean herself up. Because of Rama he had to take another bath.

He was soon ready for breakfast. But she did not find her husband in the dining room. Is Rama still in his room? Hasna looked at the circular clock on her wrist, it had been almost an hour.

Hasna immediately went to Rama's room upstairs, making sure her husband had finished his bath and prepared.

Hasna was hesitant when she opened the door. But if left unchecked, they'll be late for the hospital.

Hasna opened the door and slightly turned her head inside. Slender. There was no sign that her husband was in there.

Doubtful he went inside. Really lonely. There was not even a towel her ex-husband had bathed on the bed. Where is that guy?

"Mass?" Hasna knocked on the bathroom door, only that room she had not checked.

"Yes?" Rama from within.

It turns out that Rama has not finished his ritual. It's been almost an hour.

"Mas Rama is not finished?" He shouted from outside.

" No, I can't do it." Sahut Rama's.

What can you do in the bathroom by yourself? Just thinking about the answer alone had made Hasna dizzy.

"Can you help me?" Shouted Rama again.

"I.iya for a minute."

Hasna hesitated to go into the bathroom again. Rama's not working on it anymore, is he? But if left to linger in there, the man may have a fever.

Cclek

Hasna pushed slowly through the bathroom door, not daring to let her look in the direction. Fear of unexpected events.

"Why are you still standing there? Come here!" Call Rama.

Rama's voice made Hasna almost jump in shock. Apparently the man had already covered part of his body with a towel. Mercifully.

"Please help me clean up the wet clothes. The laundry basket looks like it's outside. If left here will make an unpleasant smell in the bathroom." Rama.

Hasna thought what, it turned out to clean the wet clothes because of the incident earlier. It's so strange this guy. He makes it wet but he also does not want if until the bathroom smells bad.

"If you're just cleaning up your dirty clothes, let Hasna do it. No need to linger in the bathroom. Maybe later Rama has a fever. Sorry the basket hasn't had time to return it to the top. It's still in the laundry room below." Hasna.

"Yes, now Rama change clothes first, after that breakfast. The hunt will be jammed." Hasna got out first.

Rama follows him from behind, but Hasna turns straight for the door.

"Where are you going?" Prevent Rama when Hasna is on the doorstep.

"I'm going down first, I'm waiting for Mas Rama at the dinner table."

"Ckk, then who will help me change clothes?" Rama was upset.

Hasna patted her forehead slowly. She almost forgot that her husband still needed her help for the next three weeks.

Hasna immediately turned around and picked up the clothes on the walk in closet. Short sleeve shirt and long pants. Ah she almost forgot her husband's sacred object, ****** *****.

Hasna put all her clothes on the edge of the bed. Then turned his back on Rama.

"Why did you turn around?" Rama frowned in wonder.

"Mas Rama wear first**********, later Hasna help wear the clothes." Hasna answered without looking.

Rama sat on the edge of the bed, trying to wear what Hasna had commanded. Almost five minutes, it finally arrived at its proper place.

"It." Her speech.

Hasna turned around, and...

"Why aren't his pants worn?" I heard protests from his wife.

"Hasna, these trousers, it'll be very difficult for me to wear them. Wearing a small triangular shape is difficult, let alone a long one like this." Rama protested back to his wife.

Hasna closed her eyes tightly, and grabbed her husband's trousers. Hasna crouched down in front of Rama who was still faithful sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Mas Rama entered his feet." Hasna instructed.

Rama said, putting his legs one by one in the hole of his pants. With his eyes still closed, Hasna felt Rama's feet make sure if his feet had reached the end of the pants.

"Damn, why is this? It could be dangerous if Hasna did it too long." Aspersion.

Rabaan in the legs, making Rama become restless. The natural response in him made his body react.

"Can it be a little quick?" The ink is impatient.

"Yes a minute." Hasna was still trying to raise her husband's pants with her eyes still closed.

"Just open your eyes, it would be too long if while crashing so. You think this is an Augustusan race?" Apparently not only the annoyance that Rama endured, but the others as well.

Hasna was stunned to hear her suddenly chatty husband. Unusually. But his hands still worked. Only half more.

Rama held his breath, as the pants were almost perfectly fitted. Friction of his wife's skin makes his head throb even more.

"Hasna's..." He was half-broken. Even his hands were squeezing the bed linen.

"Mas, can you stand up?" Ask Hasna.

"Kok what? Yes, his feet. The injured hands, not the feet of Rama." Hasna was upset.

Rama can not focus, his logic can not work properly, not in line with speech.

Rama stood up and stood up. Hasna followed her husband's movements. Truly, the woman still survived by closing her eyes.

"Have it, let me just." Rama took over Hasna's work, when it was almost done. It can be bad if the touch is everywhere.

Hasna turned her back to Rama. Don't ask her again how her heart is doing at this time. It's no longer an issue with his gurgle. Hasna tried to reduce her nervousness by inhaling and exhaling repeatedly.

"It." Rama's voice almost made him jump.

Now Hasna picked up a shirt for her husband, putting it on slowly as usual. But somehow, just remembering the incident this morning, made him misbehave. Moreover, the aroma of perfume that meets the sense of smell, increasingly making it lose focus.

"What are you doing, why are the buttons of his shirt so disheveled?" Rama Protest.

Hasna saw the irregular buttons of the shirt, there were even two unfilled holes. He laughed, but he was also embarrassed. He is not focused because the face is parallel to the chest of the husband's field.

"Sorry." Hasna returned to fixing her husband's clothes.

"Why are you groggy with me?" Temptation Rama.

"Ti.no." Sangkal Hasna's. His cheeks are red.

"Later after this, you learn to button up clothes properly. Don't let me in the office, my shirt's a mess." Syndicated husband.

"Eh?"

Hasna looked up at her husband. His height is only the shoulders of Rama. The thick bead looked at him deeply.

"Su.it's done." Hasna threw away her sight. He did not want to linger lulled by the gaze of the husband.

"Let's have breakfast." Hasna then left Rama alone in her room.

Rama likes Hasna's red face, looks adorable.

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After the drama of bathing and changing clothes, now finally the two have arrived at the hospital. Hasna opened the door for Rama and helped her husband to come down.

Without saying a word, Rama again took his wife's right hand. And this treatment always surprised Hasna.

The two walked hand in hand into the lobby, and headed straight to the orthopedic doctor's practice room, having made an appointment beforehand.

Both were welcomed by a nurse, and were immediately welcome to enter. The doctor was waiting for their arrival.

Rama underwent a series of examinations on his injuries. So far his condition has improved. Especially no complaints.

"Have I been able to do anything like that before, Doc?" Ask Rama.

"If the activity is mild, and still in its reasonable stage, in the sense that it does not cause complaints on the injury that Mr. Rama experienced, I think it does not matter. If for strenuous activity, I recommend not first to fully recover." Answer Doctor.

Rama can breathe a sigh of relief to hear it, he does not need to linger leaving a job that must have been very piled up.

The doctor again wrote down the prescription and vitamins for Rama.

"This will be taken regularly, and do not forget next week to return to therapy." Said the doctor while thrusting the prescription paper in front of Rama.

"Thank you, Doctor." Rama.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. For a while avoid the activity of husband and wife, especially if the position of Mr. Rama is above. It's feared it'll cause new injuries." Papar Doctor.

The doctor's words made the two reflect together. Husband and wife relationship? Just hearing it alone made the two flutter.

"No need to be ashamed, this is commonly questioned by young couples like you." Chortle Doctor, while catching the expression of both.

"But no need to worry, there is one alternative, so you can still enjoy the beauty of the honeymoon, which is to replace Bu Hasna who is in control."

"meaning?" Ask Rama. What kind of control does the doctor mean?

"Yes, just set the position. Which usually Pak Rama is on top, because of injuries that did not allow Pak Rama to do so. Could be replaced by Ms. Hasna. So Ms. Hasna is in control, Mr. Rama is just enjoying it from below." The doctor smiled after explaining it.

Rama fell down in shame and Hasna threw away her sight. The doctor's explanation just made both of them misbehavior.

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Hasna stopped by for a while at her restaurant to pick up food for their lunch later. Because it just so happened that it was lunchtime when they left the hospital.

Hasna asked Rama to wait for her in the car, while he took the food he had ordered. Hasna picked up several menus at once. It is seen from the many food bags that he brought.

"A lot?" Rama asked as Hasna put her luggage in the car.

"Yes, I happened to pick up some menus. May Rama like it." The woman smiled and re-applied her car.

Both of them went straight to the house so that Rama could immediately rest.

The fence of the house was open when they arrived. Looks like someone's coming. Hasna's car entered the yard and stopped right next to the black car parked there.

"Ivan?" Rama muttered when he found out the owner of a car parked in their yard.

"It looks like there's Mr. Ivan." Hasna said that she saw Rama's assistant sitting on the porch of their house.

What'd his assistant want here? Why not tell him his arrival first? Is there anything important that his assistant would say? Did the man come to meet Hasna?

He even forgot that Ivan was one of his admirers.

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