The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 53

Rama closed the door and locked it. Inside Hasna is seen busy removing the inn and arranging it on the table, which is usually used to receive guests in the room Rama.

Apparently the woman brought all her favorite food. Rib soup also red velvet has been served there. There were also some pastries that Hasna had brought.

"A lot?" Rama joins Hasna sitting on a long sofa.

"Intentionally, let Mas Rama be full until he comes home later." Keve Hasna.

Rama shook his head slowly and clucked. Sure enough, he was told to spend that much food. Could distend his stomach later. Especially after the accident he never exercised again. Not never but not more precisely.

"Can distend my stomach later." Rama grunted softly.

Hasna smiled hearing that. It turns out Rama is a typical male who is very attentive to appearance. Yes, naturally, he often met with many clients. And appearance must be number one.

"Yes, it's okay. That means Mas Rama fits Hasna's cuisine."

"Yes, later when my stomach is distended, I become ugly. You will find another. Where are your fans a lot more." Grouser Rama.

"And I can exercise later. Lots of fans where to try. People are just friends of Nayla doang. Ntar also long tired of himself." Hasna's hands were busy getting food.

"That's what you know." Rama grunted in annoyance.

"Is there anything I don't know?" Hasna stopped the movement of her hand, turning to Rama.

"There is." Start out the short wick.

"Who?"

"I_."

Rama almost gave up the name of his assistant. Hasna knitted her eyebrows together, just as Rama was undoing her words.

"It doesn't have to continue. An unprofitable conversation." Cut Rama.

Hasna grunted softly. Basic, who is the one who started this pointless talk.

"Yes, here I bribe. What's the cake first?" Tawar Hasna's.

Rama saw the plate in his wife's hand. Lots of portions, making the man widen his eyes.

"Why so much?" Started again, making Hasna take a deep breath. Patience.

"Mas Rama, I haven't had lunch either. Deliberately come here so you can have lunch with you. Mas Rama objected?" Say Hasna in as gentle a tone as possible. Don't let that guy misunderstand me again.

Rama closed his mouth. Suddenly, he felt sensed about this language. He himself started.

Hasna awaits an answer from Rama. It's really weird for her husband today.

"Well, it's okay, let me have lunch from here." Hasna.

Hasna moved some of the food from the plate to another place to reduce the portion on her husband's plate. Gegas Rama stopped his wife's hand movements. Hasna looked astonished at Rama.

"no need. We're eating now." His voice began to soften. Fucking weird.

Hasna began to feed Ramah, alternating with him. Until the food on the toilet plate is left unnoticed.

Afterwards Hasna gave Rama a glass of water, and repackaged the other food. Rama put back the glass that he had spent half of its contents.

"Why put again?"

Hasna turned her head for a moment and continued to stuff into the paper bag.

"You want to share it in the lobby." Answer Hasna.

"Why is that? Didn't you bring it for me?" Hasna looked back at Rama.

"Rather than making Mas Rama's stomach distended, mending me share below."

Actually Hasna was a little upset as well. Just because it brings a variety of food, it makes Rama sensi. If you don't want it's okay, you can do something else.

Rama snorted annoyedly hearing it. Hasna could have thought of bringing back the food she prepared for her.

"You just stay, there's no need to bring it back."

Hasna inhaled a deep breath and took it out slowly. Patience Hasna. Maybe Rama's a little stressed with his work.

Hasna abandoned her intentions and allowed the cakes she brought to remain on the table. The woman stood up and grabbed her bag.

"Then I say goodbye."

Rama frowned in wonder. Tumben once Hasna did not give her smile. His facial expression looks flat too.

Rama blocked the way of Hasna, which was almost at the door.

"Mas, I'm going back to work." Hasna said without looking at her husband.

Rama ignored him and remained in his position. Hasna was upset.

"Mas, I'm going back to work." Deuteronomy. Rama remained unmoved.

"Mas_."

Rama slowly stepped, followed by Hasna who walked backwards to compensate for Rama's steps. Especially now that Rama is getting closer. Only a little bit are the two not far away.

"Mas." Lirih Hasna's.

"Mas, i_"

The look got sharper. What's the matter exactly. Why would a terrible lunch like this?

Hasna's body touched Rama's desk. Can't escape anymore. But what exactly did Rama want to do to him. While he obeyed Rama's request to leave food that Rama had not had time to eat remained on the table.

"Mas."

Now the look began to soften. It's weird, Hasna thought. That way her husband's mood changed. It is like a rollercoaster ride, which if it is above will be a little calm. And if gliding will make us heart gymnastics.

Cup

One kiss landed perfectly on Hasna's cheek. He made the woman hold her breath for a moment. Twice Rama made himself shocked by his actions.

"sorry. I just don't want you to turn away from me if my physical appearance changes later. There are many people who want you." Sluggishly.

"I'm sorry if you're offended, when I'm a little loud when I talk." Rama rubbed the cheek of a kiss from her.

Hasna did not answer, just looking straight at her husband's thick bead. A very difficult man to guess. A moment good, a moment angry. A little soft for a while sucks.

Rama grabbed Hasna's waist, helping his wife to stand upright. Again Rama's treatment made Hasna difficult to breathe.

"Sit down for a while, I'll finish the job that's just a little bit more." Rama sat Hasna in her place.

Hasna frowned in wonder. What did her husband say just now? Was he asked to wait until Rama finished his work?

But it is better to be obeyed first, than later even prolonged affairs.

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Almost two hours Hasna accompanied Rama in his room, making Hasna slightly saturated. But it seems like Rama is still a long time.

Tok.dok...

"Lake in." Rama exclaimed without shifting his focus from the laptop and the file in his hand.

Hasna heard the door trying to be opened, but it remained tightly closed. Hasna snorted softly, the door must have been locked.

"Where are you going?" Rama asked Hasna who had gone from her seat.

Apparently Rama began to have radar if his wife was moving away from him.

"Someone knocked on the door, but it seemed like it was locked." Answer Hasna.

It seems like Rama forgot if he had locked the door of his room earlier. Sure enough, the door is locked. Hasna turned the key and found the woman she met in front of Rama's room while delivering lunch.

Marissa frowned. Just wonder why the woman who had delivered lunch Rama still did not come home too. But, they still have a kinship, don't they?

"Excuse me, Ma'am."

"Please." Hasna shifted a little, allowing Marissa to enter.

Hasna unintentionally noticed the way the tight-clothed woman walked. Catwalk model tub, swerving right and left. Anyone who sees it will feel.... Ahhh just thinking of the right words to describe it just made Hasna ashamed.

But it seems Hasna is no stranger to that woman. Like I've met before. But where, he forgot. At the restaurant, yes at the restaurant when caught in the rain at that time. Means there is a possibility if the man dressed in a neat suit with Marissa at that time was Rama. Or Ivan.

Hasna sat back in her place. Playing the phone in his hand, to reduce the boredom that afflicted him.

"Sorry, Sir. This is a file you need to sign." Marissa.

Hasna slightly knitted her brows when she heard Marissa's words. Not because of what was said but rather the intonation of his voice. Sounded seductive and a little, sensual.

What every day like this interaction Rama with his female secretary was.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim." Mumbled Hasna.

It's dangerous to do her husband's job, if her partner works like Marissa. Hasna was in her heart. May her husband have strong faith.

"Mbak Hasna why are you still here? Didn't lunchtime end two hours ago?" Marissa asked in a dislike tone.

Hasna did not realize that the conversation between Marissa and Rama was over.

"I asked for it, because I'll be home early today. Any issues?" Rama is standing right behind Marissa.

Suddenly Marissa's face turned pale. Do not let the image that was built so far destroyed just because of his speech just now.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm just asking. After all, Sister Hasna is only a distant relative of Mr." His voice sounded more soft.

"Is there a problem?" Sahut Rama's.

"Ti.no, sir."

"You can come out now." Tuke Rama.

Inevitably, Marissa immediately walked out of Rama's room. Don't let the man think badly of him.

Rama looked towards Hasna who was silent from earlier.

"Let's go home." Bring along.

Hasna lifted her head, looking at Rama who was looking at her. Hasna nodded in agreement.

" Please get my suit on the chair."

Hasna picked up a suit draped in Rama's chair. And help put it on Rama's shoulder. Rama walked towards the door and followed Hasna behind him.

Hasna turned to Marissa, who was standing just as Rama walked out of his room. The woman's face was not friendly. Hasna nodded and smiled at the beautiful secretary. But it looks like Marissa's smile is only for Rama.

"It doesn't look good if I'm here too long." Hasna said while in the elevator with Rama.

"meaning?"

"They'll suspect our relationship." Rama knitted his brows.

The man threw his breath rough.

"I'll take care of everything, you don't have to worry about that. They'll find out soon enough anyway. We'll have a reception soon."

There was no choice, it was the best for them.

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