The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 60

Rama and Pak Yanto had a light conversation while waiting for Hasna to return. It sounds like they laugh every now and then, it seems like a very exciting topic that they discuss.

Their laughter came to a halt as someone approached the table they occupied.

"Rama?"

Rama turned his head and at once the expression on his face turned hard. The thing that he had avoided, was approaching him at this moment.

Mr. Yanto felt a change in the face of his young employer. He also regrets this incident. His young master's wounds had just healed, and were now being torn forcibly by the situation.

"Can join?" Without the consent of the man had already taken a position before Rama.

"What do you want?" Rama asked coldly. His jaw hardened, to his two hands clenched tightly in his lap.

Mr. Yanto felt bad things were going to happen, he rushed to find Hasna to the toilet.

"Sorry, Den. Mules permission to go to the toilet for a minute."

The man immediately left both. Now most importantly, bring Hasna to be immediately beside Rama. Do not let the young master was provoked by emotions, because of the sudden arrival of former lover Rama.

"A long time no see. How are you?" Resty asked stale. The woman smiled sweetly.

Rama remained silent no desire to answer. He looked fed up with the woman in front of him.

"You look more handsome." Praise Resty, hoping to get the same praise from Rama.

"Just tell me what you want, and get the hell out of here." Firm Rama.

"Cas easy first. You still angry with me? I'm sorry Rama, I'm really sorry. I regretted leaving you at that time. I_"

"Stop that shit. And get out of here." Cut Rama.

Mr. Yanto waited for Hasna in front of the women's toilet, hoping that Rama's wife would get out of there soon. It's been over fifteen minutes but Hasna hasn't come out either.

"Oh, Neng Hasna was a long time ago. Cepetan out dong Neng, this precarious atmosphere." Mumbled.

"Sir Yanto?" Hasna was surprised why Pak Yanto was waiting for her in front of the toilet like this.

"Thank God Neng Hasna came out soon." Seen a look of relief on the face of Mr. Yanto.

"What's up, sir? Is there something like Rama?" Terka Hasna's.

"It's not just something Neng, but danger." Hasna frowned, what danger did Mr. Yanto mean.

Mr. Yanto immediately asked Hasna to return. He recounted that Rama was with his ex-girlfriend at the table they used for lunch.

When he almost arrived, Mr. Yanto did not come back to the table. Prefer to pay attention from a distance. Better the problem is solved by the concerned, he does not need to interfere.

Resty is still trying to attract Rama's sympathy by telling his household life. She said she turned out to be just a mistress. She was forced to marry her husband because she was pregnant at the time. He had two children, but his position remained second. And what Resty said, really made Rama even more fed up.

"I'm so sorry to leave you who truly love me. I'm just lulled into a moment of pleasure." His words were full of regret.

The woman's face changed. If it used to be Rama's weakness, but not for now. He will not repeat the same stupidity.

So as long as they were in contact, Resty already had another relationship with the man. Rama learned that fact today. It turns out that his guess was wrong all along. He thought Resty was forced to do his wedding, but instead he was cheated by the innocent-faced woman.

"Rama, plis I'm sorry. I know you still feel the same way about me. So_"

"What feelings do you mean?" Resty turned to the source of the voice. Stopping his movement that will grab Rama's hand. A veiled woman stood between herself and Rama.

Resty scanned Hasna's appearance. Beautiful, even without makeup polish. The simple girl. Almost the same age as Nayla, Rama's sister. But who is he?

"Sorry, who are you? Your actions are not polite. All of a sudden, people talk." Sarkas Resty's. It turns out that woman has changed. Not a gentle woman like when with Rama.

"I?" Hasna pointed to herself.

"I..." Hasna then took a position right next to Rama. Clasping Rama's right hand firmly.

"I am Hasna, Mas Rama's wife." Hasna looked over and smiled sweetly at Rama. Didn't intend to turn to Resty when he said that he was the wife of Rama. The man pulled the corners of his lips slightly.

Resty opened his mouth, not believing what he had just heard. Rama is married? There was no word of her ex-boyfriend's wedding. But now suddenly appeared a woman who claimed to be his wife.

"I can't believe you are Rama's wife. Surely you're just helping Rama out, right?" Resty.

"What kind of drama do you mean?" Ask Hasna. The woman looked calm as usual.

"You're pretending to be Rama's wife, right? I know a girl like you would want to do it, because it's given a fair price, right? It must have been Mr. Yanto who asked you to help his employer." It was so spicy that woman said. Makes Rama more emotionally disturbed. His hands clenched tightly again, but Hasna gently rubbed them. Makes Rama loosen his grip.

"Sorry, Mommy said the phrase just now to me? Or to mbak himself?" A very interesting question.

Because accidentally, Hasna had heard what Resty told Rama about her marriage.

"What do you mean?" Sentak Resty's.

"I think you can think wisely. Older than me. A woman will not want to be touched and touched a man who is not halal to her. Because a respectable woman will always keep her pride in the presence of a man who is not her husband." Hasna was as calm as possible when she said it.

Both Resty and Rama felt slapped by Hasna's words just now. How not, when dating they do things for them naturally done by lovers. Holding hands, hugging, kissing forehead and cheeks. The most important thing is not to take actions outside the boundaries, such as husband and wife relationships.

"You must not be a holy pretender by talking to me like that. Are you sure that the man who is your husband is a good man? Did she ever tell you how we used to do when we were dating? If not, I'll tell you." Challenge Resty.

"No need to bother telling, because I don't need that. Everyone has a past, be it Mas Rama, Mbak himself, also me of course. But, the past suffices as an experience so that we do not fall in the same pit." Resty steady Hasna with a look of dislike, really talk a lot young woman in front of him.

"Me and Mas Rama don't need the past Mbak told me just now, because Mas Rama will continue to work on the future with me, not Mbak." Rama looked over, and tightened his hand.

"Too much talk you. It looks pious but has a sharp mouth." Cibir Resty held back in fury. And it made Hasna smile even more.

"Much talk is necessary, if circumstances require it. And I'll be quiet if my words feel useless."

Rama does not need to raise his voice, he believes hasna can overcome it.

"And one more thing, a good woman will take care of her husband's self-esteem. Not even indulging in the ugliness and telling people in their past. Because what? Because not everyone can sympathize." Hasna turned to Rama who was looking at her gently.

"Silence, talk too much." Jerky Resty.

"I make sure that your household will not be happy, because Rama still holds his love for me. And you're just his escape for a moment." After saying that, Resty left the two behind.

Hasna noticed the movements of the beautiful woman. An adult woman who had been in her husband's past.

Rama pulled Hasna into his arms. That was all he needed to vent his emotions. Not because of his disappointment in Resty, but because Hasna could accept her so bad in the past. As for her, getting Hasna who always keeps her pride as a woman.

"Sorry." Lirih Rama's.

"I'm sorry." A nod to his chest.

Rama broke his embrace, staring at the shady face of his wife.

"thank you. Thank you for accepting all my past. I'm not a good man Hasna." Sissy speech.

"Mas, when I received Mas Rama's proposal, I also received Mas Rama's shortcomings, and all the bad things that Mas Rama had. Because accepting the excess partner is much easier." Hasna stared at the thick bead that belonged to her husband.

"It is enough to seek me to vent my taste, when the heart of Mas Rama began to be tempted. Just look at me, when Mas Rama found a much more beautiful one. Go home, if the heart of Mas Rama begins to waver. Go back and find me, because I'm home for Rama's time to come home." Rama nodded at the words of his wife. Those clear eyes exuded sincerity.

Hasna is the goal right now. Hasna is home to him. Hasna is the place to go home. Hasna is a place for him to get comfort.

***

On the way home, many times Mr. Yanto glanced at a husband and wife who were sitting in the passenger seat of the rearview mirror of the car. The middle-aged man occasionally flashed his smile.

Today's incident really amazed the figure of the son-in-law of the Suryanata family. A wise young woman addresses her husband's past. Without emotion let alone the drama of the quarrel between herself and the woman in her husband's past. Hasna was able to make her opponent retreat by regularly raising the flag of her defeat.

Rama took his wife into a hug, occasionally kissing the top of his head. Somehow Rama paints his feelings today. All so suddenly.

The past that slowly began to disappear from his memory, now reappeared like a nightmare. Anger and disappointment at betrayal, present at once. Opening wounds in the past.

Then Hasna, the woman in his arms, made herself a shield so that Rama would not fall back into the same pit, with more severe injuries.

Hasna, a woman with all the tenderness she had, was able to make the woman of Rama's past was no longer able to approach her husband. Without showing any anger Hasna managed to get the woman to get away by herself.

And now, the special woman in Rama's heart is his wife. Hasna slowly showed the charm behind the simplicity that it has, to make Rama can no longer turn away from it.

Slowly the taste began to grow, and took root as time went on. A long-dead taste, now slowly reappearing. Hasna, the woman who brought back the taste that Rama had killed for five years.

"So straight home, Den?" Ask Mr. Yanto.

"We take a walk first, sir. Find the nearest hotel to rest. I'm going on a walk with my wife." Rama looked at his smiling wife.

Hasna, that name has changed with my wife. Makes the woman's chest flutter.

***

Mr. Yanto immediately rested after getting a hotel access card. While Rama chose to directly invite his wife to spend time together.

"Where are we going to watch? Let's just say it's our first date." Take Rama.

First date? A word that never crossed Hasna's mind. What are some of the activities that couples do on a date?

"Watch?" Rama nodded.

"OKAY. Wanna see what?" Ask Hasna.

"What genre do you like? A romance? The drama? A horror? The action? A comedy? Thrillers?"

"Terselah Mas Rama only." Hasna looked over at him for being behind the wheel.

"Okay, there's an action movie that just came out. We're watching that. You agree?" Hasna nodded.

Hasna swerved the car at the city's largest mall, and headed straight for the fourth floor of the movie theater. Today they will spend time like a couple in general.

In an hour the film will begin. Hasna took the initiative to buy drinks and snacks for them to enjoy there.

Both are seated in the seat according to the ticket number. Enjoy the scene after scene that is presented on the big screen. But the focus of Rama is not that, but the face of his wife who looks stiffened when the fight scene between the main character with several opponents at once.

It was adorable, occasionally Hasna took a long breath and then exhaled slowly. Sometimes to hold his breath for a few seconds as if feeling tension. Sometimes exhale relief when the tense scene is over. Until the film is over, Rama does not turn his eyes away.

"Mass?"

"Yes?" Rama is still focused on intense settling.

Hasna reflexes fixing the hijab she was wearing, it might just fall apart. But Rama kept on flinching.

"Is there something strange?" Hasna touched his face.

"No." Rama shook his head.

"Then?"

"You're beautiful." Hasna blushed hearing it. Dimeh sentences that are able to make his chest pounding - palpitations.

"Udah ah, it's all gone out." Rama circled around, it turned out to be quiet, only a few were close to the exit.

Hasna stood up from her place, but Rama pulled her hand and made her fall right into her lap.

Grdeg, deg, deg

The two beads met, the distance was further eroded. Until the lips are both interlocked. Just a few seconds, made both of them blush.

"Ehemmm.please do not do indecent action in the cinema area." Both acts were caught by theater guards.

Hasna hid her face behind her palm. Shame, so shameful. Exceeded when Rama kissed him in front of Bian.

"Sorry, she's my wife. Excuse me."

Rama immediately pulled Hasna's hand out of there. Totally disgraceful. Rama is guilty of his stupidity. Why he can get carried away, but what they saw was an action movie instead of romance.

***

already at the end of the year nih. happy new year yes manteman.may be more entertained with the story.

thank you also for your support.

a loving greeting from Rama and Hasna.