The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 62

Hasna was still asleep when the car that Mr. Yanto drove into the yard of the house. The woman looks so tired. Her beautiful face looks peaceful.

Rama rubbed Hasna's cheek gently. But it looks like the woman is completely overwhelmed with drowsiness, so she does not make any movement at all.

"Pak Yanto went straight to the pavilion, took a break. Thank you for driving us." Rama.

"Together, Den. Excuse me."

"Please, Sir." Pak Yanto immediately passed towards the pavilion as Rama had ordered. It seems that Mr. Yanto was tired and wanted to rest immediately.

"Hasna.wake. We've arrived." Rama softly. His hand still faithfully stroked the delicate cheek of his wife.

Hasna moved further into Rama's arms, seeking the most comfortable place there. Treated like this makes Rama's chest rustle. There is a feeling of happiness that is burning.

"Hasna..ayo get up..." The more tightly the woman hugged her husband's waist.

If only, his injury had healed completely, he would lift his wife's body to go inside.

"Hasna.ayo woke up, later continued again in the room."

Hasna slightly loosened her embrace. Both of his eyes slowly opened. Home, that's what he saw. Hasna just wants to get some rest in there.

"Have you arrived?" Ask Hasna. The distinctive hoarse sound of waking up his sleep sounded so spoiled in Rama's hearing.

The woman sat up straight, trying to regain her consciousness. Rama smiled at his wife. Sometimes both pretty eyes want to be closed again.

"Already, come. Later in the room."

Rama opened the door and went out first. He reached out to help his unconscious wife.

Arriving inside, Hasna headed straight for her room in the guest room. Rama shook his head to look at the wife who could no longer resist his drowsiness.

"Hasna, change first." Rama reawakens Hasna who immediately settles down on the bed.

"Hmmm..." Just a little mumble.

"Change clothes first, sleep uncomfortable."

"I'm so sleepy, Mom." Mumbled slowly. Rama breathed a long breath hearing it.

"I'm helping you replace, yeah." Tawar Rama's.

"Emmm..."

Rama's hand stretched out to position Hasna to lie down. Maybe because it was too sleepy, so Hasna did not take the right position.

Rama opened the veil Hasna was wearing. His wife's face always looks beautiful. For a while he enjoyed the beauty. His gaze came to a halt as he looked at the lips that always looked like those fresh cherries. Rama smiled and shook his head as he watched her. A few times I felt like I wanted to enjoy it again. Ah no, twice. No, no, three times. Ah, it looks like four times. Or repeatedly. Back the smile was imprinted on the lips of the man.

Hasna moaned as Rama's hand went down her face. Looks like the woman was slightly distracted by the activities of the husband.

Again, the nosy hands of Rama down the beautiful face of his wife. Gently rubbing the lips that always teased him. Slowly Hasna opened her eyes which still felt heavy. Rama's smile was the first thing he saw.

"What does Rama want?" Mumbled.

"You help me change clothes." The hand still caressed Hasna's face.

Hasna, who was about to go back to sleep, immediately realized the words of her husband.

"Change clothes?" Deuteronomy. Rama nodded.

"A. I can do it myself." Hasna sat down and went to the bathroom.

But before long, the woman reappeared from behind the door.

"What's wrong? So would you like me to help you? Ask Rama. Hasna shakes.

"I haven't brought a change of clothes." Answer Hasna plain. It made Rama laugh to hear it.

Hasna headed for the closet and took her clothes instead, but her hands were restrained as she was about to pick up a long-sleeved nightgown. Rama takes the maroon-colored nightgown that Hasna wore in Mama's house when she lived out of town. Dress sleeping on the knee with the arm that only decorated lace flowers.

"Wear this yes." Rama handed over his choice of pajamas to Hasna.

She did not accept her husband's choice of dress. Instead Hasna observed her dress first. Makes Rama cringe in wonder.

"Why?" Ask Rama.

"The book is too open." Answer innocently.

"Why? Are you cold in this shirt?" Hasna shakes.

"I'm ashamed." Sluggishly.

"Who's same? There's nobody here." Rama circulated his gaze, as if looking for someone who was in Hasna's room.

"Just like Rama." The answer.

"Why embarrassed? Even you have a big head if you wear this in front of me."

Hasna's face blushed. Rama wiggled the clothes hanger in his hand. Shamefully Hasna grabbed him and went straight back into the bathroom.

Shortly afterwards Hasna came out, and found Rama lying on the table. Apparently Rama had removed his shirt and left only a plain white shirt. The man's eyes were focused on him. Rama patted the empty side next to him, Hasna said.

Rama spread out one hand, so Hasna could enter his arms. His firm hands gently grabbed the wife's body. In his kiss several times the top of the woman's head.

Hasna felt comfort while in the warm deck of Rama. His hands stretched out around the husband's stomach, making Rama pull the arch on his lips.

"May I ask you something?" Hasna nodded in Rama's arms.

"Are you happy with our marriage?" Hasna slightly raised her face.

"Why is that?"

"Yes, I just want to know how you felt during my two months with me. Because all this time, I couldn't treat you well." Rama.

Rama still remembers the beginning of their marriage. How hard it was on Hasna. Painful words he often said. Not infrequently he found his wife was secretly wiping her tears.

Hasna hugged Rama. Still wet in the memory of how Rama treated at the beginning of the marriage. But that was before they got to know each other more closely.

"Maybe that time, because we do not know each other, so Mas Rama has not been able to accept my presence in the life of Mas Rama."

"I'm not good right now, am I?" Ask Hasna.

"That's not what it means. We married because of a marriage. Even our first meeting at ijab qobul. At that moment, I really felt my world was turned upside down by force. I am a free man who has no desire to be in a relationship with a bond. Suddenly forced to marry a woman I never knew."

"Why did Rama accept it?" Hasna wants to know why Rama married her. The compulsion must be reasonable, right?

Rama took a deep breath. His eyes stared at the still bright ceiling of the room.

"I had to."

Two words that can make the corner of Hasna's heart feel pinched.

"I had to accept that match. I have no reason to refuse. Mama always said that the wife I would marry was a good woman. Moreover, Mama and Papa have known their family well since they were young."

"Mama also always said that if she was a woman who could maintain her pride, also her husband's self-esteem later. There's no way a woman like that would betray me."

"Honestly, I can't believe there's a woman like that. The woman I've known for three years has betrayed me, let alone the woman I've never known before."

"Therefore, I decided to immediately invite you to stay in this house after we get married. I don't want anyone to know the condition of our household. How I treat you, I don't want to until my parents know. They must be disappointed in me."

It turned out that what Hasna had thought back then, was true. Rama only wanted to cover the state of his household from in-laws. And why when he found out the truth at this moment, made his heart ache. Rama's confession makes him feel like a woman who is not expected to be present.

"Even my attitude all along, none other than wanting to see how far you can go by my side. And I hope you'll give up and choose to leave." A drop of clear fluid forced out of the corner of Hasna's eye. Immediately he swiped, do not let Rama know.

"When the accident happened, I expected you to show your true nature. I want you to feel that you are fighting alone. You feel tired of this relationship and leave me." Rama smiled bitterly remembering it.

"I want you to get out of my life. I want you to end all this. I know if you did, then my parents wouldn't feel so disappointed in me."

"But I was wrong, the longer you were around me, the more entangled I became in our circle of relationships. I'm getting less and more out of this marriage."

"Your nature always forgives my mistakes, however bad they may be. Your tenderness, your sincerity, as well as the affection you showed my family, made me fall even more." Both of Rama's eyes felt hot, like there was a fog enveloping. Rama inhaled a deep breath, trying to dampen the emotions in his chest.

"For years I killed the feelings that broke me. But as long as I get to know you, it slowly reappears. I'm not sure if it's the same taste, but what I'm feeling right now, it's a much more beautiful taste than I've ever had before."

"I thought about not giving you a living, so you felt that I was not a good man and was not responsible. I want you to think of me as a jerk who doesn't respect women. But I'm ashamed to know that what you have is more than what I have." Rama forced his smile.

"Honestly, I never want to know who you are, where you come from, what your background is, your family, and anything about you. But when two men openly express interest in you, it makes me realize that you're a special woman. Because they're interested not just because of the face, but the personality you have."

"Since then I've learned to convince myself that you're a good woman. And as it turns out, you're more than good, you're special." Rama tightened his embrace.

"More when Nayla manages to make me realize that you are truly a woman who has a million charms. Even I remember when that jerk said I was an old man, as if I didn't deserve a wife as pretty as you." Rama breathed in the scent that came out of his wife's hair.

Rama felt a slight sense of relief after saying what had stuck in his heart all along. About her. About Hasna in his eyes. About their households.

"So, let's say, are you happy to be with me until this second?" Rama repeated his question.

"Mas Rama wants me to be honest what's the truth?"

"meaning?" Rama did not understand the word Hasna said.

"If I answer honestly, I don't have to tell you why. But if_"

"Take the truth." Tuke Rama.

"OK, but promise first, don't let Mas Rama be offended."

Rama seemed to think, but he wanted to know what Hasna felt during his time as his wife.

"alright. Now say."

Hasna breathed a full chest. Try as calmly as possible when you say it. He doesn't want to look weak.

"I honestly never thought I'd get married at this age. I still want to be free with the life I've been living. Not free in the company of young people my age, I don't even have close friends other than the workers at the place of business that I have."

"Why not refuse?"

"Just like Mas Rama, at that time Grandpa assured if the son of the late father's best friend was a good man. I asked for a hint if this marriage was really the best for me. But...."

"But why?" Ask Rama curious.

"But when I was the wife of a man who said Good grandfather, I realized something. If my marriage exam is just starting."

"How could my husband not like me. How he treated me. Until I feel like I'm at the lowest point of my life. The grandfather who always loved me left me forever. And assign his responsibility to the man that Grandpa feels is a good man. But what I could never have imagined before."

"He rejected me, limiting what I should have done as a wife. Even said that I was a relative of his father. I feel like I'm really unwanted. And give up on the situation." Rama still remembers it.

"Sorry." Lirih Rama's. The man again tightened his embrace.

"But all I give back to the Owner of hearts. If indeed Mas Rama is the best for me, I ask that his heart is always awake only for me. If not, then he will leave me alone." Hasna breathed in.

"And if now Mas Rama asks if I am happy? Yeah, I'm happy. I'm happy because Mas Rama can accept my presence." Hasna poked her face in the chest of the husband's field, inhaling a scent that made her feel comfortable.

"It is precisely I who should be grateful, because you want to accept me with all my past. I'm not Hasna's good man." Sluggishly.

"We'll both learn to be better." Hasna.

Rama agreed. He will try to be a good man to accompany Hasna. Enough is enough, let his past be bad, lest he do the same stupidity.

"Hasna, will you wait for me?" Ask Rama.

"Waiting, do you mean Rama?"

"Wait for me to be completely healed." Rama.

Hasna was silent not answering, but rather tightened her embrace.

What if he healed? why ask you to wait for everything?

Mas Rama custom, anything likes hanging, already rich clothesline bae bang.

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The healing session is over...

It's not boils anymore, it's Mas Rama. Mass of the boils, wkwkwk...