The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 51

Mr. Mamat looked around the house which is now occupied by the grandson of his late master. This house is bigger than the house of the late Grandpa Rusdi.

Mr. Mamat observed the main house building. Two-story house with its solid pillars. And the yard is so spacious with some kind of shady trees. As well as flower plants that add to the beautiful impression of the house.

Fortunately, he had told Hasna that he would arrive soon. So he didn't have to wait outside the fence for too long.

Soon a black sports car entered the yard. Who's coming?Mr. Mamat memorized the Hasna car, a typical female car in this country. Whose car is it?

Hasna got out of the car and was about to help Rama get down. Mamat immediately approached the two.

"Let me, Ma'am." Mr. Mamat helped Rama to get out of the car.

"Thank you, sir." Rama.

"Yes together, Mas, sir, uh sir." Mr. Mamat so confused to call Rama with what name.

"Sorry, I'm confused, what to call." The slightly stocky man smiled clumsyly.

"Just please Mr. Mamat." Answer Rama.

"If so, I call you Mas? I called his wife, Ma'am. So fitting." Rama smiled hearing that.

"Yes, it's okay, sir." Answer Rama kindly.

"Sorry, that's his hand why?" Appoint Mr. Mamat on Rama's right hand which is still supported by Arm Sling.

"There was a small incident after work, sir." Rama.

"Innalilahi, but it's okay, right?" Ask Mamat worried.

"Thank God, it's better." Rama looked at Hasna.

"Sorry, whose name is it, I forgot." Smirking Mr. Mamat.

"The message from earlier called him, Masnya, Masnya. Eeh... Don't know..." Keve Hasna.

"Sorry, I'm e." Mr. Mamat scratched the head that actually did not itch.

"I'm Rama, and this is my wife, Hasna. Maybe you forgot." Temptation Rama.

Hasna was getting more and more laughing hearing it. He could not hide his laughter behind Rama's shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm e."

Rama invites Mr. Mamat to enter the house. To talk about what Mr. Mamat will do later.

"Hasna said, what are you going to do?" Rama asked after the two of them sat in the living room.

"Already, Mas. Ms. Hasna also said that I can take a day off every week. And I'm allowed to go home." Reply Mr. Mamat with his jaw-dropping accent.

Hasna came with two cups of drink. Herbal drink for Rama and coffee for Pak Mamat.

"Mbak Hasna this loh, I'm sure you're bothered with this. I'm just a guest." Mr. Mamat felt a little uneasy.

"Drink first, sir." Hasna said.

Doubt Mr. Mamat took a cup of coffee that Hasna treats. Sucked slightly. So delicious.

"Coffee made by Mbak Hasna it feels still disgusted, Ma'am." Praise Mr. Mamat.

Coffee made by Hasna does have its own characteristics. From the past until now, it never seems to change.

"They need to try this." Mamat sipped his coffee again.

Rama lifted his cup and took a sip of its contents.

"This what?" Ask Hasna who is sitting next to him. The drink felt strange on his tongue.

"It's the same lemongrass stew of ginger. I mix honey with mint leaves too. Why, not good?" Ask Hasna.

"Not bad."

Rama again sipped a drink in his hand, which now made him feel a little relaxed.

"Mas Rama sometimes need to try coffee made by Mbak Hasna. Rasane muwantul tenan e."

Hasna nodded slowly and smiled. Mr. Mamat exaggerates too much.

"I can't try it, because Hasna never made me coffee." Rama said, glancing at Hasna interrupted his sip.

"However.padah coffee uwenak loh Mas. Sometimes ask to be made by Mbak Hasna. It must be worth it, I guarantee it." Murat Mr.

"Other times, if Mr. Mamat is made coffee again with my wife, please I am given nyicip nyit well. Let me know, what a wife's coffee tastes like." Rama looked at Hasna.

"Well, be prepared if that. Must be addictive. Moreover, mbak Hasna make love pack. Isn't that right, Mommy?" Ask Mr. Mamat.

"No, make him wear bismillah." Keve Hasna.

Hasna's reply made Rama smile to hide his laughter.

Mr. Mamat is a humorous figure. So it's easy for him to mingle with new people.

After they chatted for a while, Hasna delivered Mr. Mamat where she would stay while working in their home.

And now, the opportunity came again, when Hasna asked her to work at her husband's house. Mamat was very grateful to know people like them.

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"A lot of cooking?" Rama sat on the dining table chair, watching Hasna preparing dinner. Put it on the table.

"Yes, there will be Mr. Mamat, so all the cooking. Let's eat them too." Hasna put a bowl of rawon on the dining table. And the aroma really makes the stomach want to be filled immediately.

Hasna picked up a tray that contained a plate of rice and its appendages, as well as a bowl of rawon that was still steaming.

"I'll take it to Mr. Mamat first." But Rama just nodded.

After delivering food to Mr. Mamat, Hasna immediately served Rama as usual.

"Where, good?" Hasna asked after feeding Rama a spoonful of rice.

Rama was enjoying the food in his mouth. Chewing slowly, feeling the taste of the cuisine His wife's cooking never failed. Always delicious.

"Nob." Answer's short.

Hasna smiled hearing that. The woman returned to feed several times, but did not bribe herself. Makes Rama frown.

"You don't eat?" Rama refused Hasna's bribe because he had not found his wife eating with him.

"No, Rama eat first, I'll eat later." Resist. Hasna would feed her husband rice. But Rama tilted his head to refuse his wife's bribe.

"Why?"

Not usually. Hasna would usually feed herself after she had bribed Rama. Rama recalled Nayla's words at dinner at her mother's house yesterday. He never wanted to share food with others on one plate. Maybe that's the cause.

"Is it because of what Nayla said at dinner last night?" Todong Rama's.

Hasna put back the spoon that had been lifted. Hasna was silent with the words of Rama.

"Yes.it's all true. I don't like to share food on the same plate with other people. But that was."

Hasna heard Rama's words. But he was busy cutting the fried empal that he had actually cut before.

"Before, before I received someone who would accept me with all the shortcomings that I had." Rama smiled as he said that.

Hasna stopped her movement. Her ears were still faithful to hear her husband's words.

Really so? Is it true what Rama said just now? Did Rama really accept it? And now her cheeks are starting to warm.

"Yes, I don't want to share with you? We've just shared a bed, when sharing food I don't want?"

Hasna blushed hearing it. Rama grabbed Hasna's hand, looking gently at her beautiful wife's face.

"Eat, if you don't want to eat, neither do I." Rama pretended to threaten.

Hasna pulled back the hand that Rama held.

"Oh, Mas Rama has half a plate as well." Hasna's protest made the man chuckle.

What kind of reason is that. He had almost finished the rice on his plate, but said he wanted to go on a hunger strike.

"Once, eat. Don't let you get sick. Who's gonna help me wear pants again?"

Hasna thought that Rama would persuade her, but she turned out to be his lover. Rama's words made Hasna reflex pinch the man's waist. I still have time to talk about things like that. Really sucks.

"Aww.you are small when nyubit is very sick." Rama rubbed his waist that felt a little hot from Hasna's pinch.

"A_."

Hasna paused her words, and shut her mouth tightly.

"What?" It's so annoying this guy next to her.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, good for sin." He muttered while massaging his chest.

"What are you talking about?"

Rama heard it. Look at how annoying his face is.

"Sin is not the case if I say, Mas Rama aja who is old, even menggeledekin if I'm small?" Say Hasna without feeling guilty.

Rama widened his eyes when he heard his wife's words just now. Hasna who noticed the change in her husband's facial expression suddenly came to.

"You're cheating on me?" Apparently the man was upset.

"I'm not cheating. I was just nanya. Sin is not if I say _."

"Don't be clarified anymore." Cut it. Hasna clenched her lips again.

Why suddenly he became upset, even though his intention was to tempt the wife. But why is the end like this?.

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Mon sorry, I was going to send. The file was accidentally erased, so it was a toast from the beginning. May you be entertained.