The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 49

The nature of both is inversely proportional. When Rama feels he has complete control of his company, but not Hasna. The woman positioned herself only as the owner of business capital. Not the owner of full power over the business he runs.

What has been achieved at this time, Hasna in the name of the hard work of his team, not because of his expertise as a leader.

How much more his wife's income, maybe even greater income Hasna than him.

It feels unbelievable. Women as innocent and simple as Hasna, turned out to be a reliable businessman.

"I feel insecure like this." Sesal Rama's.

"Why insecure?"

"Because of the money I once loved you, there's nothing." Rama Reveal.

Hasna grabbed her husband's left hand. Do not forget to give a smile that makes Rama feel comfortable.

"Mas, the living is not a big or small question. But, more on the blessing that is in it. No matter how much and how much you give, if not a blessing, then I will always feel lacking. And that's what makes nominal a benchmark in living."

Rama stared fixedly at the shady face of his wife. The woman really.... Aahhh, he could not even describe how his wife was.

As long as they were married, not once did Rama hear his wife complain or get angry with him. Complaining and angry over his attitude, his treatment, as well as his often rude remarks. Moreover, there was no place for his wife to complain, but not once Hasna vented her frustration.

Hasna lived a kara life after officially becoming his wife. His whole family received his wife well, besides himself, who was a husband.

"It's late, let's take a break." Rama.

***

As usual, Rama did not find Hasna by his side when he woke up from sleep. Hasna always woke up earlier than her husband.

Hasna was used to waking up at three in the morning. Performing sunnah prayers and reading some scripture sheets until the dawn of the adhan.

As now, she was reading verse by verse of the Kalam Allah. Her voice is soft and sweet. This kept Rama awake.

Slowly the man got up from his sleep. Sit on the bed. Enjoying his wife's sweet voice. His heart became peaceful.

Hasna, a foreign woman whom he made his life friend. The woman who patiently accompanied him for two months. A woman who accepts her past. The woman who took care of him was full of love.

"Lord, why would I waste a woman as good as Hasna. The woman you sent to accompany my journey. The woman you chose to perfect half of my religion. I've been blinded by the hatred of the past, so I don't see how sincere he's with me."

"I am not a good man, but You choose a woman as good as her. I'm a selfish man, but you give a woman as gentle as she is. If we are destined to be a match, keep his heart only for me, O God."

Yes, Hasna is a woman who is able to make her heart tremble again. He made his heart feel the vibe of love again. Rama is back in love. Falling in love with the woman he married.

Maybe too soon it came. But that is what Rama felt. He started to love Hasna.

Now the woman turned to look at him. I don't know since when Hasna finished her activities. Adhan shubuh is just a few minutes away.

Hasna walked over to Rama who was still at home with his position. The woman smiled gently at him.

"I'm sorry, if Rama woke up because of me." Rama pulled a little corner of his lips.

"No, it's time I woke up. Shajuh soon." Rama.

"Want me to help you?"

"Of course, because I don't want anyone to help me but you." Rama looked at his wife's red face.

"Sit down, accompany me for a moment." Pinta Rama's.

Hasna followed Rama's request and sat down beside the man. The two beads they meet.

Rama scanned every inch of his wife's face. What a natural beauty. That girl is really pretty. Not only his heart, but his heart.

"Why did Rama see that? Hasna's eyes got shit, huh?" Hasna cleaned the corner of her eye, maybe there was dirt stuck there.

"No." Rama still stared at him intensely.

"Why do you see that?" Rama's gaze really made him misbehave.

"What's wrong, I saw my own wife?" Ask Rama. His view is not separated from Hasna.

"No." Hasna nodded and threw away her face.

"Why turn?"

"A.I.I..."

"Facing here." Pinta Rama's.

Hasna increasingly misbehaved as the distance between the two eroded. Hasna squeezed the soft fingers of her fingers that were clinging to her lap.

"Why throw away your face? I'm ugly when I wake up?" Rama whispered in his left ear.

"Ti.no." Hasna nodded slowly. Rama smiled at him.

"Then?"

Hasna closed her eyes, and turned slowly to Rama. Not because the appearance of her husband when waking up is a problem, but the gaze of Rama that makes him embarrassed is also uncomfortable if looked at like that.

Rama remained in his position, waiting for his wife's reaction. The woman started her movement. Their heartbeats raced, while both ends of their noses touched.

Hasna could not open her eyes. He will be increasingly unable to control the pounding in his chest. Rama dissolved in the atmosphere, and closed his eyes closer to his wife.

A little more, only five inches left. Even warm breath both of them sweep the surface of the skin of the face.

"It's adzan." Hasna slightly retreated her body.

Rama closed his eyes slightly feeling a sense of annoyance. Both are now wrong.

***

After breakfast, Rama invites his wife to return to their home. Because Rama has an appointment to meet with his lawyer. Today the plan, Rama will take care of the wedding documents through a lawyer.

Both of them were a little awkward because of the dawn incident earlier. Hasna focused on driving, while Rama focused on the road ahead.

"Ehem... Today Mr. Darmawan is going to the house, he will help us take care of the wedding documents. Later help you complete your files." Rama.

"Yes." Yeah."

That's all Hasna said. After that there was no conversation between the two, until they reached the front of the house. Hasna came down and opened the gate. Then the car re-entered the yard.

"I'll look for security after this." Said Rama.

"Yes." Yeah." Rama turned to Hasna, as if there was something his wife would say.

"What's wrong?" Ask Rama.

"Emmm... Is it okay, I hired Mr Mamat? He, security at the late Grandpa's house first." Hasna said expectantly.

Rama seemed to think for a moment, until he nodded at the end.

"Yes, can. You just call Mr. Mamat. Tell him to come here, he can work from today."

"Mas Rama is serious?" Hasna stared in disbelief.

"Yes, you set it up."

"All right, thanks." Hasna seemed very happy, when Rama allowed Mr. Mamat to work in their home.

The two entered the house in order to immediately prepare the files needed to take care of their wedding documents.

"I've put everything in this folder." Hasna handed over a map to Rama.

"Let's be checked first with Mr. Darmawan." Rama kept it on Hasna's bed.

"Sit down, I have something to say to you."

Hasna sat next to Rama on the bed. Looks like something serious.

"I plan to hold a wedding reception after my condition recovers. Yesterday night, Mama mentioned the problem again." Rama slightly shifted his position in order to face Hasna.

"You think, how?" Hasna looked at Rama.

"I'll go with whatever Rama wants." The answer.

Rama frowned slightly at the answer Hasna gave. Why his wife looks ordinary, not as enthusiastic as other women when it comes to the matter of a reception that will be done once in a lifetime.

"Do you have a concept, or a dream wedding?" Ask Rama. He wanted to know what his wife wanted.

Hasna lowered her gaze. Breathe in slowly. Dream wedding? He must have had it. And I really hope that I can make it happen.

"No." It was accompanied by a small band.

Rama breathed a rough breath. Does Hasna really not want their marriage to be publicized? Is she comfortable with her marital status now?

"Why? Don't you want this marriage to be known to so many people?" Sergei Rama.

Hasna looked at her husband. Why would Rama say such a thing?

"What does Mas Rama mean by that?"

"Where do all women have a dream wedding, why don't you? Are you comfortable with our relationship like this? A relationship that many people don't know about?" Search Rama.

"Astaghfirullahal 'adzyme." Lirih Hasna's. Why did the man accuse him of this

"That's not what I mean, Mom. It's just, I don't think we need to hold a reception like Mama said."

Mama-in-law does want a fancy wedding for their first son. Not wrong indeed, especially both Mr. Andi and Rama have many colleagues.

"Why?" Sergei Rama.

"Are you sorry you married me?" The sarcasm.

"Astaghfirullah, Mas, Istighfar. Your accusation is unwarranted." Sahut Hasna's.

"I'm not accusing, everything is clear. All women are the same."

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, so you liken me to the woman in your past? Just because I didn't say anything about my wedding dreams?" Hasna was a little emotional with the words of Rama.

"Well, I'll tell you what kind of marriage I've been dreaming of all this time. Please listen carefully. So you can make it happen."

Hasna momentarily took a deep breath, trying to muffle the rumbling in her chest.

"From a long time ago I dreamed of a perfect marriage, a beautiful marriage. Marriage to a man who truly loves me. And I was married directly to my guardian, my real father. Father and mother, who happily led me to the assurance, handed me over to the man who became my husband. Can you make it happen?" Hasna's voice rang out at the end of her sentence.

The puddle in his eyes was already preparing to barge out. His lips trembled withstanding the ready-to-sound sobbing.

Rama cheated on his stupidity this time. Their relationship started to improve but now he messed it up. He shouldn't have said something that made his wife hurt.

Stupid, he's so stupid. He was only afraid that Hasna would turn away. Moreover, the woman has everything.

Especially when remembering that Nayla's college friend blatantly expressed her feelings. She was so afraid Hasna would leave her. So that makes it out of control. And liken Hasna to the woman who betrayed her in the past.

"Astaghfirullah, why is it like this? We should have talked about it well. Just because I was afraid Hasna would turn away. Why did I get out of control?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Sesal Rama's.

"I'm sorry, because I'm out of control. I just don't want you to turn around and leave me. Sorry."

The clear thread broke through forcibly. Both cheeks were wet. The woman's shoulders went up and down withstanding the sobbing that was beginning to sound.

"I'm sorry Hasna. I was so afraid I would be disappointed again."

"You should understand one thing. With or without the wedding, I'm still your wife. With or without their confession out there, but God and all the angels witnessed our marriage. What are you afraid of, my dear?"

"You're afraid I'm leaving you? Are you afraid I'll betray you? What else are you afraid of?"

Rama fell silent, letting Hasna spill her disappointment.

"I will not leave you unless you ask me to leave. I will not betray you, because I still have morals. I was raised with a religious upbringing. I'm afraid my God is angry."

Rama took Hasna into the fold. He regretted all his unsubstantiated accusations. Especially this morning Hasna seemed to avoid it, to make it out of control. And now his wife felt pain in her words.

"Sudah cukup, jangan diteruskan. Maafkan saya. Maafkan saya."

Maybe this is a test of their marriage. It's just a matter of trust. Because a relationship if not based on trust will be destroyed easily.

***

A little conflict...

Hopefully entertained...