The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 59

Talking about light things can make a couple's relationship closer. Like Rama and Hasna, the two talked while they were away. Hasna gently rubbed the black mane of Rama sleeping on her lap.

"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. When he remembered his annoying face at that time, it really made Rama want to hit 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. As if unsure of the answer.

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

"All men are handsome, Mas Rama." Anxious answer.

"Including that man?" Sewot. Rama admitted, if the young man who likes Hasna is quite handsome.

"Where's man?"

""That's your fan, Nayla's friend." Reply Rama lazily.

Hasna rounded her mouth to indicate that she understood the direction of her husband's conversation.

Hasna cupped Rama's face with both hands. The first thing she did to her husband. Rama looked at the beautiful face of his wife.

"Whatever men there are out there, for me it's just handsome Mas Rama." His heart warmed to hear Hasna's words.

"It would be a lie if I said Bian wasn't a handsome young man." Rama's vision changed sharply. It is very noticeable that he does not like his wife praising other men.

"But, as handsome as Bian is, it would be a sin if I liked it. Let alone liking, praising him has made sin." Further.

"If I'm the same, what's handsome?" Especially this, an unfortunate question.

"Should I answer?"

"It has to be, I need to make sure you don't like it." Sewot.

It seems that Rama's jealousy level is approaching acute.

"Not answered?" Apparently still waiting for an answer.

"Udah ah, it's not important." Hasna tried to stop. Hasna asked Rama to go back to sleep on her lap.

"Jawab first." Hasna breathed a rough breath. Apparently Rama still insisted.

"Emmmm.. Well, before I answer, I want to ask Mas rama. If I'm the same, sorry, ex-Mas Rama, beautiful where?" Ask Hasna carefully.

Really Hasna's question made her mood bad instantly.

"Not to talk about him." Sentak Rama's. Hasna slightly tiptoed and nodded slowly. Okay, looks like Rama's mad.

"Okay, so Mas Rama didn't have to ask me the same thing. Because Mas Rama himself can not answer it, right? Even as a sprain. And I don't think questions like that matter." Hasna just wanted, Rama did not discuss things that would later cause a fight between them.

Rama's face still looks sour. Not that Hasna answered but asked her the thing that upset her.

Resty and Hasna are two women in the life of Rama. Resty is a woman in Rama's past. While Hasna, the woman in his life today, and Rama hope for eternity, accompany him to the end of his life.

Resty, the woman who incised many wounds for him. As for Hasna, it was the woman who wiped all her past wounds.

Resty is a beautiful woman. She always looked perfect in her eyes. Unlike Hasna, Hasna is a very simple woman, but has a million charms. It is not only the charm of his face that makes Rama bend his knees. But also his personality, attitude and speech, and many more that make it difficult for Rama to express admiration for his wife.

"You don't know, if Mas Rama was the first man I'd call handsome when I grew up." Hasna said, looking at Rama's face from the side

"Why is that?" Rama just glanced at him without any intention of looking at his wife. The man still looks upset.

"Yes because, the only man I can look at with satisfaction, I enjoy his company. Without fear of sin. Because looking at Mas Rama, especially with a loving gaze, will make a field of reward for me." Delivering the truth accompanied by seduction, just not legitimate. Especially her husband is sulking.

"That means you fell in love the first time with me?" Hasna seemed to think, making Rama a little upset. Is it hard to say yes.

"If you are like Rama, I think it's the third time." Answer Hasna plain. Rama's face grew more and more sour.

"Oh...have been dating too? I used to say it never." Sinis Rama's.

"Emmmm...why?" Hasna bit her lips small, as if she was thinking.

"If the courtship never, even directly in the marriage order. But the first man who looked handsome in my eyes was, father, second, grandfather. The new third, Mas Rama." Rama turned to Hasna who was smiling sweetly at him.

Hasna grabbed Rama's fingers and held them warm.

"For a daughter, the handsome man is her father. Their first love was also for their father. It was only when he was an adult that the most handsome man for a woman was her partner, her husband." The woman smiled warmly, making Rama's heart melt.

"Without Mas Rama asking, should Mas Rama know. If the handsome man in my eyes is you." Rama slightly pulled the corner of his lips.

Say he's childish. And it's true. He just wanted to make sure there was a man who managed to attract his wife. Just seeing a young man in Bian's class had made him ketar-ketir, let alone they were almost the same age. He and Hasna were nearly seven years apart. Even Hasna was Nayla's age, just a few months away.

"Alright if that's what you think. Means soon I'll get the title of the first handsome man in a woman's life." Hasna frowned, not understanding the meaning of her husband's conversation.

"Our son. If he was a girl, then his father would be the first handsome man of his life." He continued, making Hasna's cheeks red.

"It doesn't matter if I become the third love in his mother's life, the most important thing is that I will be the first man to be loved in our daughter's life." The man smiled at his wife.

Don't ask me again how Hasna's expression is. Both of his cheeks were red. He did not even dare to raise his face before Rama.

Oh okay Rama, you've made the target speechless.

***

Today Nayla went to college to revise her script a bit. Really the head is almost broken, but it still needs repair again.

With a gontai step, Nayla came out of the lecturer's room. His face looks wrinkled. Looks like he'll have to stay up in a few days.

A girl his age approached himself who was sitting on a long chair under a tree. The pigtailed girl is Nayla's best friend since she became a freshman at this campus. Silvi.

"Much tangled?" Said the girl, Nayla turned a glance and leaned her head on the shoulder of the girl.

"My clothes, lemes it tastes." Nayla said uninspired.

"Why again? Request revisions?" Guess Silvi. Nayla nodded.

"Ckk..gue kirain why." Selvi Decak.

"Dizziness me, where to spray everything. Another PMS lecturer." Grunt annoyed.

"Ckk..move not lo." Nayla shakes her shoulders a little.

"The doang banging." Said the man.

"Lo too, already know ciwi-ciwi again venturing, play nimbrung aja." Tymphal Silvi.

"Gue also wanted to confide." Lemes once said. As if I had not given breakfast.

"Since when do you confide in us people. You have your own community." Looks like Silvi already represents what Nayla wants to say.

Bian straightened his body, and forced Nayla to sit up straight as well.

"What the hell, Bian. I'm in a big storm again." Nayla will again lean her head on Silvi's shoulder, but not yet until, Bian has pulled it back.

"Mkc...Bian, what the hell are you doing?" Pissed Nayla.

"Dizziness me, Nay." Her speech was lethargic.

"Why, ask for a revision too? Or is your thesis rejected?" Sahut Silvy.

"Gue will not be this busy if the thesis problem is doang. This is worse than just a thesis denial." Sung at.

"Don't tell me you're in DO? Jeez Bian, give me your reputation if you're really in DO." Heboh Silvi's.

"Have a very blong mouth, no brakes." Bian scooped Silvi's mouth in anxiety, making Nayla giggle.

"Dian, do your hands stink?" Silvi Protest.

"Yes, you're bad breath." Nayla was laughing. While he was dizzy thinking about the revision to his script, there was free entertainment that made his mind a little distracted.

"Udah, no need to fight. What do you want to confide in? Get out before I go home." Nayla.

"My heart is broken, Nay." Sorrowfully. Nayla could already guess the direction of Bian's conversation.

"Alhamdulillah, means the girls are aware already in kibulin crocodile cap lizard model kayak lo. They finally got to guide me too." Sahut Silvy.

"Some time ago, I accidentally met Hasna. He's the same old guy." Said Bian regardless of Silvi's words just now.

Old dude? Who does Bian mean? Can't Hasna walk the same way as other men? Or maybe Hasna went with her sister.

Nayla reached into the bag and took her own hape. In the gallery looking for photos of her brother.

"This is not it?" Nayla throws a hape at Bian. Bian observed it then nodded.

"Damn lo, this is my brother. Pake men of all ages." Nayla snatches her cell phone from Bian, and delivers her ultimate death blow.

"No need for KDRT Napa Nay, sick tau." Bian rubbed his arm which was hot because of Nayla's stabbing.

"Here look." Selvi takes Nayla's cell phone and sees a picture of who they're talking about.

"NAME, Nay. This is seriously Brother, lo?" Heboh Selvi's. His eyes sparkled as if he had just gotten a wedge.

"Yes, that's my brother." Nayla Sahut.

"Based on crocodiles, the eyes are already burem. This handsome guy says he's old. It's called a charismatic guy. Not like you, abal-abal boy." Selvi said, and Nayla agreed. It's good to say.

"As far as you dah, hand over..." Sewot.

"Don't you, so no story?" Sergey Nayla. For him, the sooner Bian's story, the sooner he can go home and rest.

Bian tells Nayla everything when he accidentally meets Hasna. Until finally in the part that makes him feel heartbroken.

"Suddenly, a guy playing sosor. Where don't know where, cave spills." Angry Sung. Nayla laughed when she heard it.

"Bian, Bian, I told you from the beginning that Hasna's mother was married, and married my brother. It is the ngeyel. If it happened, you just said, my heart is broken." Nayla imitates Bian's words with a made-up tone at the end of her sentence.

"His name is also love at first sight." His grunt.

"If it is karma or kang." The two women were compact to laugh at Bian.

Fate, fate, just now struggling was already forced to raise the flag of defeat. If you can't immediately wave your hands to the camera.

***

Rama and Hasna are on their way to the city where a new restaurant hasna will be built. Approximately they took three hours of travel with delivered Pak Yanto, the driver of the Suryanata family.

Arriving there Rama saw that the location to be taken over his wife was very strategic. Located in the city center and there are shophouses lined up. So it is likely that Hasna's restaurant will be the only restaurant there.

Shortly thereafter notaries and landowners arrived. After an agreement and payment was finalized, Hasna and Rama left the site immediately. Just waiting for the certificate back to the name to be completed.

"Where are you going, Den? Go straight home or stop by first?" Ask Mr. Yanto when the two got into the car.

"We're looking for the nearest restaurant, it's lunch time." Answer Rama.

Mr. Yanto immediately reapplied his car, and looked for a nearby restaurant as per Rama's request.

"Sir, in front of the mosque. Let's stop first." Hasna.

"Well, Neng."

Mr. Yanto deflects a car at a mosque. The three immediately went down and carried out their obligations first.

Rama and Pak Yanto sat in the courtyard of the mosque waiting for Hasna who was still cleaning her prayer equipment. They then headed to a nearby restaurant for lunch.

***

As usual, Hasna was still feeding Rama. Though Rama has now stripped off his arm sling, he will only wear it when he goes to the office. Apparently Rama was used to Hana's treatment.

Mr. Yanto noticed the behavior of a couple in front of him, because they happened to eat at the same table.

A smile was imprinted on the old man's face. Everyone knows that the young master Suryanata married Hasna because of an arranged marriage. How the past of Rama and his rejection of Hasna, little did the middle-aged man know.

But now everything's changed. Rama again became a warm figure and impressed spoiled on his wife. It seemed that his young master had rediscovered his happiness. And hopefully forever. Hasna is a good woman.

"Mas, I'm going to the toilet first yeah, I'm going to wash my hands." Rama nodded, because it happened that Hasna was feeding directly using her hands, without a spoon.

Rama asked for the bill and paid it. Rama and Mr. Yanto had a small talk while waiting for Hasna to return. I heard them laughing occasionally, it seemed so exciting.

Their laughter stopped as someone approached their table.

"Rama?"

***

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