The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 46

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 who the owner of the 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.

Hasna helps Rama open his seatbelt. After that, prepare to go down.

"You go straight inside, there's something I need to talk to Ivan about." Rama said before Hasna opened the car door. The woman nodded.

"One more time, don't make drinks or serve anything, because Ivan won't be long." Hasna scrunched her forehead.

What kind of a request it was, but Hasna did not file a protest. He just nodded with his head. Hasna opened the door and helped Rama out.

"I can do it myself, come in." Refuse smooth. Rama just wants his wife to go inside the house.

Hasna took her luggage out of the car and immediately entered as her husband requested.

"Ivan?" The man stood up to Rama, and smiled at Hasna who was behind Rama.

Rama looked at his assistant disliked. He called out why Ivan was smiling at his wife.

Hasna only smiled at a glance, then entered according to Rama's orders. Apparently Ivan's views can not be separated from the movement Hasna. Even until the woman entered the house.

"Ehem."

Rama's voice brought Ivan back to his senses. Then the man turned his eyes to Ramah.

"What's wrong?" Ask Rama flat.

"Sorry sir, I brought you some files that Mr. Rama needs to sign. Because this file will be delivered before tomorrow morning to the client." Answer Ivan.

Rama positioned to sit on the terrace chair, making Ivan frown in wonder. Why didn't the boss offer to sit inside. Take drinks for example. He sat down on the chair opposite to Rama.

Ivan handed over some of the files he had prepared. Rama read it for a while and put his signature on it.

"Ivan, please help me." He was really troubled, and was forced to ask Ivan for help.

Ivan helped hold the file near Rama's right hand. The man also signed the documents brought by his assistant.

Ivan immediately re-cleansed the important files of their corporate clients. And Rama was ready to leave Ivan in.

Rama's forehead frowned when Ivan never left.

"Is there anything you want to say again?"

"Eh? No, sir." Ivan shook his head and smiled awkwardly.

Rama was still watching the movements of his assistant. It made Ivan feel clumsy himself. His assistant was wrong.

"Emm..Then, excuse me, sir." Pamphitt.

"Hmm."

Rama's cold attitude made Ivan difficult to swallow his own saliva. Soon he left his superior's house, before something bad happened to him.

***

"Sir Ivan has come home?" Hasna asked when she found her husband entering the house.

Rama looked at his wife sharply, he did not like it if Hasna asked an assistant who had clearly admired his wife.

The face was waiting for the answer from the husband. But it seems the man is reluctant to give an answer. Well, it looks like her husband won't answer her question.

"Emmm... Mas Rama want to eat first what is the prayer first?" Hasna tried to divert the conversation. Her husband's mood is bad.

"I want to pray first." Answer's flat.

Correct guess. Rama immediately climbed the stairs to his room on the second floor.

"Please help me." He half-screamed because he was at the top of the stairs.

Hasna immediately stopped her activities of preparing lunch, and immediately approached Rama.

The woman followed her husband into the room. And help Rama prepare to carry out his duty.

His heart is again forced to beat faster as it helps Rama take off his trousers. Maybe it's the source of the problem for his heart from morning.

Her hands shook outstretched to open her husband's belt buckle. It felt as if his breathing had stopped while doing this new thing the first time he did this.

His focus began to dissipate as the burly body drew closer to him. The cold sweat had already started to run through his body. Subconsciously, Hasna stepped back following the movement of Rama who was getting closer to him.

His hands touched the chest of the field of men who were not wearing the upper clothes. His eyes remained focused on the dense bead that was staring at him sharply.

His consciousness started to return as his back touched the wall.

"Please wait until I finish praying. We'll go down together." His whisper was right near Hasna's ear. Hasna nodded in response.

A sound similar to the gust of wind made Hasna's fine feathers bristle.

Rama went into the bathroom and prepared to pray.

"After this please help me take off these pants." The man disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Huft

Hasna exhaled with relief, as if she had escaped from great danger.

***

"Start later tonight, sleep in my room." Rama said in between Hasna's mouth.

Hasna looked in wonder at Rama, did her husband really mean it? Hasna returned to feed Ramah.

Hasna smiled awkwardly and shook her head slowly. He would feed Ramah food again, but the man refused.

"Eat, don't always put me first and ignore yourself." Rama pushed his wife's hand slowly. Hasna dropped back the spoon that had been filled with food.

"Mas Rama is my husband, so I should have prioritized Mas Rama." The woman smiled at her husband.

"Then, what is the main duty of a wife?" Rama asked, staring in his wife's bead.

"Obedience to the husband, as long as it does not violate the shari'at." Answer Hasna. Rama smiled at his wife.

"I ask you to eat, to take care of your health. Does it violate the Shari'a?" Hasna shakes.

"Then obey." Soft ink.

Hasna felt herself special this time. During their marriage, her husband was always indifferent to her whereabouts, what she was doing and even to her feelings. But today, she felt that the man who was her husband gave her attention that she had never received before.

A drop of clear liquid broke through his shady eyes. Then he lowered his gaze. Only this time did Rama speak so softly to him.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Rama raised his wife's chin with his left index finger. Those beautiful eyes had gotten wet.

"What's wrong? Did I say the wrong thing?" Not answering, the stuffing began to sound.

Rama rose from his seat and took his wife in his arms. Maybe Hasna needs time to calm herself down.

The first hug between them made Hasna cry as she pleased. I don't know where he went wrong, Rama doesn't know.

Rama gently rubbed Hasna's head parallel to her stomach. Slowly, his wife calmed down. Rama broke his arms and sat down again before his wife.

For a moment they were silent. Hasna tried to regulate her emotions again and Rama who was still waiting until his wife had a voice.

"Thank you." Lirih Hasna's.

Rama rubbed his wife's wet cheeks gently. Hasna closed her eyes enjoying the gentle touch of her husband.

"Thank you." Deuteronomy.

"Why thank you?" Rama stared straight at his wife's shady bead.

"Thank you, because Mas Rama has accepted Hasna as his wife. Hasna knew that Mas Rama was still learning to accept. But Mas Rama's treatment this time, made Hasna feel like a special wife."

Hasna's words managed to tear her petrified heart. All this time he was so indifferent to the existence of his wife. I don't care what that woman did. Never even appreciated his feelings.

But after he tried to open his heart, he slowly realized one thing. That whatever Hasna did for her was a form of a wife's devotion to her husband. This includes the lies he has committed to his family.

His wife is very good in her role as a woman who is happy with her home life. Always giving a smile even though he knew the woman was very upset with him. Even the several times that snapped out of his mouth, his wife still gave a smile afterwards.

There is no sulking term to indicate her selfish side as a woman when angry. His wife always served him well.

"I'm sorry." Lirih Rama's.

"I'm not a good man for a woman as good as you. Even out there there are still many men who are much better than me, who expect you to be his partner." Tears were dripping down Hasna's cheeks.

"I realized that our marriage was just a way to heal my past wounds. But you are well carrying out all your duties as a wife. I am selfish here. I demand that you understand me, but I ignore if you need to be understood." Rama Reveal.

"You're right, when I took the wedding vows, that's when your responsibilities went to my shoulders. It should be my shoulder that rests on you, but instead I dodge and dissolve in the shadows of the past."

"Help me Hasna, help me. Help me get out of it all. Help me to play my role as a husband. Help me convince my heart that this marriage is indeed the best for us." Rama said it with a trembling voice. The man was sincere when he said it.

Hasna returned sobbing after listening to her husband. Back, she felt the warm embrace of the man who now accepted her as a wife. Rama brought Hasna back in his arms. Hasna can feel if her husband is now gently peeping the top of her head.

"God, I ask You nothing but Your Ridho. Ridhoi our household, bestow affection among us. Guide us to our duties as husband and wife."

***

As per Rama's request, from tonight Hasna will sleep in her husband's room. Even Rama took her up early.

Now both are lying in a fight. Although there is still a distance, but their position is closer than before.

"I'm sorry, if during your stay here you feel uncomfortable." Rama opened his voice after silence broke out between them.

Rama woke up yesterday sleeping in Hasna's room. His wife's room was smaller than the one he was in. There's not even any fancy furniture in there. But there were no protests or demands from his wife.

"Why did Rama say that?" Hasna was a little surprised, why her husband could conclude that he was not comfortable living here.

"Because you occupy a room that you do not deserve to occupy. Even your room isn't as big as my clothes storage." His words were full of regret. So that's the problem.

"Wherever I sleep, it doesn't matter. I feel comfortable if I still have one roof with you, Mas." Rama saw his wife's face smiling.

"My world is you. As long as you still allow me to stay close to you, I will feel comfortable." Rama smiled at him.

"Close to." Pinta Rama's.

Hasna shifted her body, a little closer to her husband.

"Near by again." Pinta her husband again.

Hasna complied again. Now the distance between the two has been eroded. Rama took his wife in his arms.

Can have heard clearly the heartbeat of the man who was holding it. Perhaps the same gurgle was heard from him. Hasna hugged her husband's body. Comfortable. That's how he feels.

A few moments both of them were silent. Enjoy their moment of closeness for the first time.

"Can I ask you something?"

Hasna raised her head slightly to look at the husband's face.

"I've been very curious for a long time, so I want to ask you this question." Rama looked into the shady eyes of the woman in his arms.

"What?" Lirih Hasna's.

Rama's gaze became more intense. A single smile was clearly imprinted on his handsome face. There was a debate that made him feel very happy, to want to shout to express it.

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