The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 58

Marissa inhales deep air to fill the lung cavity that feels empty. Her chest feels tight.

Siska was still waiting for Marissa to open her voice. There was tension on his best friend's face. In the end, Marissa opened her voice.

"Gue's pregnant." He said, but the sentence was clearly heard in Siska's ear.

The woman turned her eyes perfect. There is no way he could have misheard. Marissa's pregnant?

"Pregnant?" Deuteronomy, and get a nod from his best friend.

Siska was visibly shocked by the statement she had just heard. Her best friend is pregnant? But with whom? As far as she is concerned, Marissa is not in a relationship with any man. Except Rama.

Marissa often tells how she feels about her boss at the office. A feeling of admiration that has turned into a feeling of love. But the man was indifferent to Marissa. What if that man impregnates his best friend.

"Don't tell me you're pregnant with that boss lo. Basic male beren*sek." Siska Umpat.

"Not Rama." Lirih Marissa's.

Siska looked quickly at Marissa. If not Rama, then who? That question now filled Siska's head.

"Tom." Marissa once again. The woman seemed to know the meaning of Siska's gaze.

Siska covered her mouth with her palm. She did not expect, if her best friend was pregnant with her ex-boyfriend. But wait, didn't Tomi ask Marissa a few weeks ago. Does that mean Tomi already knows that Marissa is pregnant?

"He knows you're pregnant?" Marissa shakes.

Siska's shoulder decays with Marissa's reply. The woman was breathing rough.

"Gue will tell him. He must take responsibility for his actions." Saying Siska fiery. Then the woman stood up.

"Don't." Prevent Marissa, make Siska undo her steps, and stare intently at her best friend.

"Don't say anything to that man. I don't want to let him know. Because I don't want to. I'm not going to contain the seeds of a breng*ek man like him." Marissa was full of emotion.

"Gue will le**apin this content as soon as possible." Marissa Furious.

*Lo do not gi*a. Enough you have sinned until this child is in your womb. Don't sin any more to make sure**h he's innocent." Prevent Siska, pointing at Marissa's belly which still looks flat.

"This child in your womb is innocent, do not make him bear the sins of his parents. Suppose he could choose, maybe he wouldn't want to grow in the womb of a woman who doesn't have the clarity of bond like lo." Siska tried to give her best friend advice. Don't let Marissa take the wrong step.

It was true what Siska said, but the woman did not feel that she was in her current position. Giving advice is much easier than when carrying out that advice.

"This boy deserves to live, Sa. Don't take away her right just for your selfishness. We can find the best way out of this." Siska said with great emphasis.

Siska tried to speak heart to heart to Marissa. The woman in front of him is in a state of turmoil right now. Still can't think clearly. As a friend it is his duty to remind if his friend is on the wrong path. Regardless, he's not a good person.

Siska grabbed Marissa's shoulder, rubbed it gently and carried her into a hug. Gently rubbed the woman's back.

"Gue didn't want to get pregnant with that boy. The greatest hope in my life, I could conceive a son from the man I love." Lirih Marissa in the Siska Deck. The woman was a little sobbing. Siska just nodded to calm Marissa down.

Suddenly Marissa unraveled her embrace and rubbed the rough rest of the tears on both of her cheeks.

"Gue only wants it if Rama is the father of the child in my womb. Either way, Rama should be able to admit it." Marissa said with great emphasis. Siska shook her head, rejecting Marissa's words.

"No, you can't do that. You can't bring others into your problems. Don't be selfish. Rama shouldn't admit to something he didn't do." Siska Sweat.

"The choice is only two. Obliterating or confessing Rama." Press Marissa.

The woman stared intently at Siska who was not on her side. Whatever Siska will say about her. Marissa doesn't care about that anymore. Now the goal is only one, making Rama want to recognize the child in his womb as his biological child. Anyhow.

***

The night was getting late, when Rama asked Ivan to return home soon. Although the client had prepared a place for them to spend the night, but Rama still insisted to go home soon.

Ivan snorted sebal. Her boss is now tormenting her. How not, go home he who is behind the wheel, because Rama can not replace him.

Previously they always took turns driving if there is work out of town, or overnight to just unwind. They never bring a driver with them. But this time it really makes the man have to give up his bones as if he was forced out of the joints.

Ivan honks at the horn in front of the gate of Rama's house. Mr. Mamat who was waiting for Rama's arrival, immediately opened the gate for his master.

"You just go right back, thank you." Rama said to Ivan before getting out of the car.

Ivan again snorted, he was really upset at Rama. The night was getting late but his boss did not offer him anything. Drinks may be just to warm the body. Or a place of rest. Moreover, Rama's house is quite large, there are several guest rooms.

"Good, sir." Wry answer. Fortunately, in the car the lighting was dim. Otherwise, Rama would have seen if the horns had grown on both sides of his head.

Rama immediately went inside and Ivan drove back, leaving the residence of the superiors who were very annoying.

The hour hand has already shown the number twelve passing. Looks like Hasna's asleep. Rama called his wife shortly before returning home, about three hours ago.

Rama opened the main door, the lights were gone. His wife is resting now. Rama went straight to his room on the second floor, his wife must have been there.

Slowly he opened the door, lest his movements make the wife wake up. His forehead frowned in wonder while the room lights were still brightly lit.

Bed's empty. He knocked on the bathroom door, no answer. He had to open it, but no one was there. Where is his wife.

Rama will again go down the stairs intending to check the guest room, who knows Hasna is there. But just opening the door, the figure he was looking for was now standing right in front of him. He had a cup of drink in his hand.

Hasna passed through the body of her husband standing at the doorstep, putting the drink she had brought from the kitchen on the nightstand. Makes Rama snort. You insensitive boy.

Rama hugged his body before Hasna could turn around. The man inhaled deeply the scent of his wife's body. Leaning his head against Hasna's neck.

"I miss you." Lirih Rama, make Hasna blush.

Why did he feel that Rama had become this sweet to him. Their relationship has been getting warmer since yesterday's fight. There has been a lot of progress in their relationship right now.

"Mas Rama didn't change first?" Ask Hasna.

"I'll change after you say you miss me too." His whisper.

Rama's words made Hasna laugh.

"Why laugh?" Rama Protest.

"Just funny, suddenly Mas Rama was childish. It's old too." Keve Hasna.

Rama let go of his embrace. His face looked sour when he heard Hasna say he was old.

"What are you doing to me?" Start serious mode apparently.

"E..ti.no." Elak Hasna's. The woman shook her head.

"What was it just now?" Todong Rama's.

"Which one?" Pretend Hasna.

"Just now."

"Which one is it?"

Rama grunts sebal.

"Ayeah, am I saying that?" Chortled.

"Sir again, you little boy." Rama pulls the tip of his wife's nose.

"Biarin, gini boys can make Mas Rama kangen right?" Ledek Hasna, rubbing the former attraction of Rama on his nose.

"For a long time you have been exposed to Nayla's behavior, nyebelin."

"And we're the same age."

Rama sat on the bed, about to open his shoes. But deftly, Hasna helped to open it up. Then he offered a cup of warm drink that he had made for Rama. His stomach was warm as he drank it.

"I'm going to clean up first." Hasna nodded. Rama handed his cup to Hasna.

Rama remained in his position, not budging at all.

"She wants to clean up?" Ask Hasna wonder.

"Aren't you going to help me?"

Rama waited for his wife to serve him as usual. Though he had already released his arm sling since entering the house earlier. Abege mateng.

Hasna unbuttoned the shirt that Rama wore one by one. After he took off his shirt. Now it is easier, because Rama rarely wears his arm sling at home. So the movement is a little free.

"Udah." Hasna said as she finished removing the shirt and attached it to her left arm.

"Pantsy?" Rama looked at the pants he was wearing and Hasna took turns.

Hmmm.basic mode.

Hasna opened her husband's belt buckle. He was getting used to it, but still, he was still stubborn. He slowly pulled the belt that wrapped around Rama's waist. Unlock the hooks of the trousers that Rama was wearing. And lower the zipper a little.

His heart skipped a beat when his hand accidentally came into contact with something...

"Mas, that. It will be in there." Hasna looked away, hiding the hue on her face. Rama pulled the tip of his lips, and the wife realized it.

He went to the bathroom to clean himself up. And as usual Hasna had already prepared a change of clothes for her.

Rama changed his clothes. It seems too late to keep teasing his wife.

***

Rama had asked Ivan to vacate his schedule for the next three days, as he had promised to accompany Hasna out of town.

"Mas Rama is not tired?" Hasna asked as Rama took her packing.

"When we get there, we'll rest first. We'll see the location tomorrow." Answer Rama.

"Wouldn't Rama take a break? Yesterday his home was late." Hasna still tried to persuade Rama.

Hasna was right, she was very tired, especially she and Ivan did not rest at all. He remembered Ivan when he took his assistant straight home. The handsome face of his assistant looks tired and upset, but Ivan still obeyed Rama's request.

"Haaahh. I'm gonna rest all day." Said Rama as if resigned to force his wife.

Hasna shook her head slowly, who was the one who forced her. Substantial.

"Mas, I'm asking permission. I'll go to the cake shop for a second. Yesterday there were reports of a slight incident. There's an electrical short circuit. Call the technician too. I just want to check." Hasna said after sitting next to Rama.

"How long?"

"Not for long, just check the situation there. Keep going straight home."

"Where is your shop?" Why the detailed question. It's like an interrogation.

"If this one, happens to be on xx street, at most if from here an hour and a little more. Why?" Don't let him not get permission.

"No. How many shops are you in?" Ask Rama curious.

"If the cake shop, only two, God willing there is already a plan to add one more. It's still a renovation." Answer Hasna.

"What else is it?" Rama was a little surprised by Hasna's reply.

"meaning?"

"Your place of business."

"Oh.there's a catering place."

"How many?" Rama was curious about the wife's efforts.

"If the place of catering, alhamdulilah there are three." Answer lightly.

Crazy, women his sister's age is able to run all his business places alone. He even needed an assistant and a secretary.

Huft.

"Okay, I'll be sure." Rama said in the end.

Rama threw himself to sleep on the wife's lap. Again made Hasna slightly squeak with her sudden actions.

"Hasna's."

"Yes?" Rama took Hasna's hand and put it on his head.

Apparently Rama is looking to spit. He rubbed the gentle mane of the husband. It seemed that the man was enjoying the rubbing on his head, proving that he had closed his eyes.

"Do I look old?" Rama asked with his eyes still closed. Hasna. What kind of question is that.

"Why is that?" Hasna stopped her swipe.

"Two times you said I was old, that son of a bitch too." Rama still remembers when Bian insulted him.

"It's not old, it's just ripe." Hasna answered, her hand gently swiped her husband's black mane.

"Just the same. Old mangoes are also called ripe." Grunt's bad.

"It's different, Mas." Keve Hasna. Anything equates itself with mangoes.

"Their?"

"If you're old, yes, you don't have to be explained, yes, you know for yourself. But when it ripens it's more mature and more charismatic." Rama straightened his body again.

"So you think that's how it is?" Hasna nodded slowly.

"You think I'm handsome?" Hasna looked surprised, too to the point once her question.

Mas Rama has started fashion on apparently.peke nanya handsome all.

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