The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 50

Rama's dekapan is getting closer. The man regretted the words he had just uttered. Just because of his jealousy when another man approached his wife, as well as Hasna's rejection at dawn, made him out of control.

Hasna filled the emptiness of her heart. The woman had succeeded in reviving a long-dead sense. He didn't want her to leave him.

Hasna slightly loosened her arms, but her movements were restrained as Rama held her shoulders.

"Let it be like this for a while." Lirih Rama, he just wants to calm the heart that is rumbling.

"Sorry, I can't understand you. I just want them to know that you're my wife, mine." Mumbled.

The two held positions hugging each other. No one's making a sound. Until the sound of the bell broke their embrace.

"It looks like Mr. Darmawan. I'm out first."

Rama left Hasna alone in the room. Soon he washed his face and improved his appearance. Then she went out to make drinks for her husband's guests.

Hasna placed two cups of tea in front of the two men who were talking in the living room.

"This, Mr Rama's wife?" Ask the guest.

"Yes, sir, this is my wife, Hasna. And this is Mr. Darma, my personal lawyer." Rama introduced Hasna to his guests and vice versa.

As usual, Hasna just cupped her hands together in front of her chest and smiled kindly. He sat down next to Ramah.

"That's pretty. I'm an appraiser, Mr. Rama's wife's age is not much different from my daughter's." Guess Mr. Darmawan.

"Sir Darma could have been, your daughter's still in high school." Kekeh Rama's.

Mr. Darmawan checked the files he would manage. It turns out that his client's wife was not the same age as the princess, even six years older. But the woman next to her client really looks very young.

"So why did you decide to do the wedding under your hands?" Mr. Darmawan closed the file back in his hand. Look at a couple sitting opposite him.

"So incidentally, my wife just lives with her Grandpa. Both of his parents are dead. And we got married, just before my Grandpa's wife came home." Obviously Rama. He looked at Hasna and grabbed his wife's fingers.

"Innalilahi, forgive me, Ms. Hasna." Mr. Darmawan feels bad about Hasna.

"It's okay, sir." Hasna.

Hasna only accompanied for a while, feeling that she was not fit to join her husband's male guest. She decided to go back to her room and let her husband finish his business with the lawyer.

Rama returned to Hasna's room after Mr. Darmawan resigned. His wife was calling someone. It seems like someone familiar with his wife.

"Yes, Hasna shareloc yes. Careful. Assalamu'alaikum." Hasna turned off her phone.

"Who?" Rama wondered who his wife had just been talking to.

"Sir Mamat. I've already called him. God willing, he will be here this afternoon. Still helping Marni with it." The answer.

"What do we need to do, who was it?" Rama tries to remember ART at Hasna's house.

"Mister Marni?" Rama nodded.

"no need. Ms. Marni I have secured the house of the late Grandpa to clean it once a week. If we bring Mba Marni here, who will take care of Grandpa's house? After all, Marni can't work full." Obviously Hasna.

Rama just nodded to hear the words of his wife.

"Are you having a show?" Ask Rama.

"No, why?" Hasna turned her head for a moment and returned to tidying up her work at the table.

"I want to visit Grandpa's grave. Would you like to accompany me?" Hasna nodded enthusiastically.

During this time only he visited the tomb of Grandpa and his parents. He never asked Rama. Because of the man's indifferent attitude towards him.

And now it was Rama who invited him. For the past two weeks he has not been on a pilgrimage. Usually every Thursday, he always took the time to visit the graves of his loved ones.

Rama is just trying to get their relationship back to warm as it was before the fight a few hours ago. It was easy to bring back the smile of the wife.

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And here they are now, standing staring at the three adjoining centers. Only this time Rama realized that the tomb of his two in-laws was opposite the grave of the late Grandfather.

While burying Grandpa Hasna first, he did not pay attention to the surroundings. No matter more exactly. He was just trying to fulfill his obligation at that time. Deliver Grandpa Rusdi to his final resting place.

He doesn't care about anything, he only cares about himself. Married a foreign woman, whom he had met when he made a wedding vow in front of witnesses. It was strongly opposed by his heart.

He saw the wife was resting in front of the navel of those he loved very much. Those who love him with all their souls have now returned to the Creator.

"Dad, mother, Grandpa, forgive Hasna for having just visited again. Hasna now belonged to Hasna's husband. He is now the priority in Hasna's life. But, filial piety as a child, Hasna would never ignore."

"Dad, mother, this is Hasna's husband. The husband Grandpa chose to protect and take care of Hasna. He's a good man. Praying Hasna could be a good wife for Hasna's husband."

Rama followed his wife's position. Staring at the gravestones inscribed with the names of meaningful people in his wife's life.

"This grandfather is Rama. I'm sorry if Rama can't be the husband Grandpa hoped. Grandfather who had put responsibility on my shoulders, but instead I ignored. I shirked my primary duty as a husband to Hasna. Perhaps, grandfather would be very disappointed if he found out. Forgive Rama, Cake."

"Dad, mother, that's the call my wife gave you. I don't know you guys, but I'm sure you're very nice people. Because your daughter is a good woman. Not only in my eyes, but in the eyes of all who knew him."

"I'm sorry I hurt the princess you love so much. His sudden presence in my life, always made me want to hate him, wanted to make him go away in my life. But I was wrong, she was a woman who accepted me so sincerely, accepted my circumstances. And again I hurt her heart, doubting her sincerity all along. I even easily equate him with.no need I mention it, because it will open up old wounds."

"Say I'm a selfish man who only cares about my feelings. I need Hasna to heal the wounds of the past. I never loved him, nor did I expect his presence in my life. But her sincerity was also her tenderness, making me fall for her. Perhaps his presence was only limited to the impingement of the wounds in my past. But the more I knew him, the more I fell for him. Maybe I don't really love her yet, but I'm really afraid I'm gonna have to lose Hasna from my life."

Long enough the two fell silent, dissolving in each other's thoughts. Until a voice diverts attention to both.

"Neng Hasna's? Assalamu'alaikum, long unseen. These two weeks I did not see Neng Hasna Nyekar. Neng Hasna is healthy?" Ask the man.

"Well, Neng." Hamid cupped his hands together in front of his chest just like Hasna did.

Hasna helped Rama stand up. With his hand still supported by the Sling arm, making Rama not freely move.

Mr. Hamid's gaze was diverted to the man Hasna had just helped to stand up. Hamid knows who Hasna is. The woman did not want to come into contact with a foreign man except her family. And now the woman who is more worthy of being his granddaughter even looks ordinary when helping the man stand.

Rama smiled awkwardly at the old man who was looking at him full of probing. Hasna followed the view of Mr. Hamid who was fixed on her husband.

"Sir Hamid, meet. Mas Rama, Hasna's husband." Hasna.

"Yes, I am Hamid, the guardian of the tomb here." Hamid stretched out his hand.

Rama never returned the hand of Mr. Hamid, making him wonder in his heart why his hand was not welcomed by the man who was introduced as Hasna's husband. But at once he realized that Hasna's husband's right hand was injured.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rama." He lowered back the hand that had been stretched out.

"It's okay, sir." Rama.

Mr. Hamid invited Hasna also Rama to stop for a while in the gazebo where he used to rest.

"Neng Hasna when to get married, why don't you know how? Dimas wasn't invited either." Ask Mr. hamid.

"Hasna got married two months ago, sir. Moments before Grandpa died." Hasna answered followed by her signature smile.

"Oh Allah, so Mr Rusdi still had time to marry Neng Hasna before he died?" Hasna nodded in response.

"Correctly, Dimas said after seven days of the deceased's recitation, Neng Hasna was nowhere to be seen."

"Yes, Hasna's with her husband." Hasna turned to Rama who was next to her.

They talked for a while, before Hasna finally resigned.

"Oh yes, sir. This is Hasna for Rian. Sorry I couldn't stop by. God willing another time." Hasna dropped an envelope on Mr. Hamid.

"God, Neng Hasna always bothered to do this." As usual, Mr. Hamid always felt bad when he received it. Because not only once Hasna did it, but every time when visiting the tomb.

"No, Sir. May you be blessed." Hasna refused when Mr. Hamid tried to give the envelope back.

Hasna and Rama left the cemetery.

"You want to go straight home, or stop by first?" Ask Rama. Incidentally Hasna's house is close to the tomb.

"Just go home. Mr. Mamat already told you that it's almost home." Answer Hasna.

"okay."

The two got into the car to get home.

***

The road is quite jammed, because it is the same as the office hours. Hasna had time to give news to Mr. Mamat if it will be a little late to the house.

"Emmm... Have you known Hamid for a long time?" Hasna looked at Rama.

"It just so happened that Mr. Hamid's house was not far from our house. Mr. Hamid's life is not much different from that of his late grandfather." Rama looked up and looked at his wife.

"He and his wife took care of his two grandchildren. They're orphans just like me." Obviously Hasna.

"Emm...Then Dimas, who is he?"

Rama was very careful to ask that. Don't let the question spark between in Anya also Hasna. The woman looked at.

"Dimas, my childhood friend. We grew up and grew up together. Coincidentally we are also a school since Elementary School, until graduating High School." Answer Hasna.

He did not want to explain how his relationship with Dimas to Rama. They were just friends and happened to be neighbors.

"Are you still in touch with him?" Investigating Rama, made Hasna frown.

"What does Rama mean?" Hasna made clear the meaning of her husband's question. He did not want the answer to provoke such a quarrel this morning.

"You said you were friends."

"Yes, just friends. And coincidentally neighbors too." Hasna glanced at Rama, and refocused on driving the car.

"When we graduated from school, we rarely met. I was busy in college, and... Dimas accepted work out of town." Further.

"Oh." Lirih Rama's.

Hasna smiled at the expression of her husband, but she was also worried that her husband would suddenly act like this morning.

"Mas Rama is not jealous, is he?" Todong Hasna's.

Rama slightly widened his eyes, and turned to his wife.

"Sorry, if I'm too confident asking that question." Hasna was so misbehaved when Rama saw her like that.

"No." Quickly answer.

"No. You're not wrong, Hasna. I'm jealous. I also don't know why I can't control this feeling. Even I am jealous of a man whom I do not know how you looked and looked like the man you were telling me about. But, yes, I'm jealous."

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