The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 56

Hasna remained in her position, sitting on Rama's lap. Several times he whined to get down, but Rama still flinch. Maybe that's what Rama wanted. Hasna was nearby.

Rama had finished his work and started turning off his laptop. Hasna can breathe a sigh of relief, because soon she can be separated from the position that makes her pounding.

But he was wrong, instead Rama hugged his waist tightly. Rama has been allowed to take off his arm sling but not for a long time. So that he can train a little members of his movement, but with a note not to censor it. So while in the office, Rama still wore an arm sling to rest his injured shoulder bone.

"Mas, watch your shoulders." Sweat Hasna.

"It wouldn't be okay to just hug. Said the doctor who should not be it if we do night sports. Especially if I push up. More danger later." Replied Rama with a softness.

The man leaned his head against the neck of his wife. Smelled the favorite perfume that the woman was wearing. So soothing. But that only made Hasna nervous.

No need to explain what her husband meant. Because he knew what the doctor said at the time.

"Hasna's."

"Yes?"

"Do you like your current job?" Ask Rama without changing position. And that made Hasna move uneasily.

How not, when Rama spoke the male breath gently swept his open neck. Make her fine feathers bristle.

"Like." Answer's short.

"Why? His reason? Is it because it was a business that the deceased-in-law had once run as well?"

Even Rama now calls the parents of Hasna as in-laws, no longer your parents. Progress again apparently.

"That's one of them. But there's more to it than that."

"What?" Rama began to be interested, what reason would his wife give.

"I want to help those who need a job. So most of those who work in my place of business, on average they work part time. Share time with education, family. That's why I don't need any education restrictions to make them officers. Simply working honestly and responsibly, and willing to learn, would be acceptable." Obviously Hasna.

A smile rises at the corner of Rama's lips. This woman really fascinated him. Not only because of his looks but his heart and personality as well. Age may be the same age as his sister, but his thinking, much different.

Perhaps he also began to compare himself to Hasna. When he set a high standard to be an employee in his company, Hasna only saw from his honesty and responsibility while working. As he thought about the company's progress, Hasna only intended to help those in need of work, as well as thinking about the fate and well-being of the people he had worked with. I don't know what his wife's heart is made of.

***

This morning Rama prepared to go out of town with Ivan. And as usual Hasna drove Rama to the front of the company lobby.

"During my stay, I didn't allow you to go except to your workplace, as well as your Mama's house. Not to go with Nayla." Order Rama before getting out of the car. Start serious fashion by saying "me" to Hasna.

There were many ultimatums that Rama gave him last night. The man said that there would be no more reason for the quarrel between them. Yes, Hasna understands that. But back again, faith. One thing every couple should have.

"Yes, I remember all the messages of Mas Rama." Hasna answered with a sweet smile on her lips.

"And one more thing, keep your phone on."

Hasna grunted softly. When did he turn off his phone. He always activates his cell phone, because work requires him to do that. Only once did he turn off the power, when Rama went to Japan and they pretended to be on vacation together.

Last night, Rama asked for his wife's cell phone number. Apparently he just realized that it is very important now. He never cared about anything related to Hasna, but things are different now.

"Yes...."

"Well, I'll go first."

A few seconds passed, but Rama did not get out of the car. Hasna looked over with a questioning look.

"So you forgot?" Ask Hasna.

"You forgot something?" Rama asked back. Hasna knitted her eyebrows together, trying to remember what she had forgotten. But apparently not, he hasn't forgotten anything.

Hasna shook her head, making Rama grunt.

"Come here." Pinta Rama's. Hasna frowned in wonder. But stay close to Rama.

"What's wrong?"

"Near by again." Hasna approached again.

Cup

Rama kissed Hasna's lips at a glance, making the woman surprised and turning her eyes open.

"It's in a closed place, no one's looking at our activities." Rama said before he heard a protest from his wife.

"I'm leaving, assalamu'alaikum." Rama kissed Hasna again, then got out of the car.

"Wa. wa'alaikumussalam." Answer Hasna.

"Sir, please bring my bag. It's in the car." Pinta Rama on one of the securities in front of the lobby.

"Good, sir."

The security walked over to Hasna's car and tapped on the glass next to the steering wheel. Hasna tried to regain her consciousness. Rama was really happy to make it heart gymnastics.

"Yes, Sir?" Hasna slightly lowered the glass next to her.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Take Mr. Rama's bag." Say the security.

"Ah, yes, a minute." Hasna pressed the auto unlock button on her car.

"Please, sir, it's in the back seat."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Security picked up his superior bag and immediately delivered him to Rama's room on the seventh floor.

***

Marissa felt her body was less fit today. I vomited last night and felt dizzy. But there are jobs that are pursued deadlines that require him to keep working. Don't let Rama down. Thankfully, this morning was better. Just limp. He plans to go to the hospital later this afternoon for treatment.

His face suddenly sumringah when he found Rama was almost in his room. The man's face looked more radiant, making his charm even more.

"Morning."

Many changes that Rama now shows. The man often smiled when he came and always answered the greetings of employees. Things that Rama almost never did before.

Rama, the man managed to captivate Marissa since the woman worked in the company he led. A man with eyes as sharp as an eagle, a sturdy jaw and a sharp nose. Do not forget the fine hairs that decorate around his jaw. Makes a sexy impression in Marissa's eyes.

Today, Rama will be out of town before lunch. That means Marissa will briefly interact with her superiors. But no matter, he could take Rama's sympathy through his dedication to the company.

Last night, Ivan, Rama's personal assistant had emailed him. Rama asked himself to revise some important reports. And Marissa likes that. That means Rama depends on him. He became one of the most reliable employees.

Marissa is smart and smart. He was always good at his job. That's what makes Rama like Marissa, her performance. She has always been professional at work.

"Don't forget, the report please finish and send it to me immediately. I'll check and learn first." Rama.

"Good, sir."

After saying that, Rama went straight into his room.

This has always been a golden opportunity that Marissa could use to always be close to Rama. Occupational. And he really hopes his relationship will be more than just a work partner.

***

Hasna just arrived at her room. The woman was sitting in a chair that she used to work in.

Hasna recalled the incident a few days back. Rama's attitude changed. Sometimes he becomes a sweet man, full of surprises also sometimes very annoying.

Hasna always felt her heart flutter when she was with Rama. There was a strange feeling tickling in his chest. The feeling of happiness is also a bit of a worry with the sudden behavior of Rama.

Perhaps he had already started falling in love with Rama, the man who married him without any basis of love.

Hasna still remembers her friendship with Rama last night. Starting from the apology of the two, accompanying the man to work, to culminate in a long lecture because he will be left out of town.

Hasna felt that Rama's attitude was childish when he was with her. Different in front of employees in his company. He was cold and charming. That's what Hasna saw while delivering lunch and when she acted to Ivan, her personal assistant.

The notification sound on his phone broke Hasna's daydream. It turned out that the person who had just become the object of his thinking was now sending a chat message. Hasna opened it and read the contents.

~I'll be leaving right now. Remember my message last night.~ Rama.

Hasna nodded slowly as she read it. Even the same message was conveyed before Rama got out of the car.

Not to mention Hasna replied, one message has returned.

~Possibly I won't be overnight and will be home soon.~ Rama.

Soon he replied to Rama's message, lest the man become upset.

~Iya, Mas Rama be careful yes. Hope the work is good. Bringing forth a blessed sustenance. I'm waiting at home.~ Hasna.

Hasna felt her husband's first session report was over. The phone will be quiet for a while.

This was the first time they had communicated through that flat object. During their marriage, the interaction between the two was very limited. Communication is just that.

"So this is what it's like to send a message to someone we like?" Mumbled.

Suddenly his cheeks warmed up. This time he felt it. There was also a sense of pleasure that he felt simultaneously.

Not much different than Rama. The man smiled reading a reply from his wife. There is always a prayer when he goes to work.

Rama always remembered the look on his wife's face when he said that word. A word that always prays for its sustenance to be blessed. Only Hasna told him that. Even my mother never said that. Good luck, that's what he says.

Hasna, the special woman in her heart.

***

Marissa was waiting in line in front of the general practitioner's office. He can't delay anymore. At lunch his stomach felt stirred. Maybe the stomach acid is rising. Moreover, he often stayed up to work on reports.

Marissa came in when her name was called. A sister let her in. Looks like a young doctor, maybe two or three years older than him.

"Please." The doctor smiled and let Marissa sit down.

"Is there anything we can help you with?" Ask the doctor, he is friendly.

"Yes, Doc. Lately I often feel dizzy and nauseous, even had time to vomit several times. I am doing a lot of work. I also have a history of acid reflux. Especially lately I've been eating late." Marissa explained her condition to the Doctor in front of her. Makes the doctor nod his head.

"It could be, what you say is true. Stomach acid can rise due to stress factors as well as irregular eating patterns. For more, let's do the check."

Marissa followed the doctor's directions, heading to the bed she used to examine patients.

The doctor frowned slightly with the results of his examination. Because what he gets is not the same as the exposure that his patients convey.

"Sorry, with whom?" Ask the doctor when the two have sat facing each other.

"Marissa, Doc."

The doctor wrote something on the paper. Like patient data, maybe.

"Mother Marissa, from the results of the examination I did, I did not find any symptoms of stomach acid as I said." Obviously the Doctor.

Marissa was a little surprised when the doctor called her mother. Does he look that old at his new age will step twenty-six years.

"So what's the pain, Doc?" Marissa asked the core of their conversation.

"This is only an initial presumption, but for more certainty Ms. Marissa can immediately check and consult with obgyn's doctor." Doctor Say.

Marissa's eyes aa patterned when she heard the words Doctor Obgyn, a specialist doctor of femininity and obstetrics. Whatdoes thatmean? Does she have a serious female disease?

"I mean Doctor? Is my disease a serious illness? I mean a female-specific disease? Why go to obgyn?" Marissa wanted to clarify what the doctor told her.

"From the examination I had earlier done, Marissa's mother seemed to be pregnant young." Papar Doctor."

Marissa's head was hit by a heavy object. Pregnant young? Those words had destroyed his world.