The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 65

As promised last night, Hasna helps Rama to shave off the sideburns that made him in Papa and Mama's bully last night. Hasna applied the cream before shaving off the fine hairs. The touch made Rama close his eyes.

"Is our age too far apart as a couple?" Hasna stopped her hand movements.

The eyes are back open. Rama looked at the beautiful face before him now. Hasna is a natural beauty. Her cute face made her look several years younger, even if she was wearing a school uniform, it was still fitting.

"Mas Rama why the hell, why is it so sensi terat?" Hasna again leveled the cream around her husband's cheeks.

Rama breathed a rough breath. How does he not feel sensi, if the one who says it is his parents. Everywhere the name of the child will definitely look beautiful and handsome in the eyes of his parents.

"Suddenly I'm insecure gini with you." Sluggishly.

Hasna wastes her rough breath. Why did Rama suddenly become so insecure like this?

"Aren't you ashamed that I'm walking?" Ask Rama again.

"No. Why should I be ashamed?" Hasna knitted her two eyebrows.

"You look like abege. Papa's right, even though you're a year older than Nayla, but you look younger than you." Rama.

"Trus, Mas Rama is ashamed not to walk with me?" Hasna returned the question to Rama.

"Not so." Quickly answer.

"Means the same dong, I also do not need to be ashamed if the same path Mas Rama." Hasna.

"That's different, Hasna. I'm the same way you won't be ashamed, because you're young, beautiful again." Dengus Rama's.

"Well, what's the difference between me?"

"Well, you're beautiful, you're young, and I?"

Hmmm apparently her husband is now sulking. Hasna had to find the right words to talk to Rama. Don't let his words aggravate the situation.

"Mas, you know, the criteria for finding a partner according to our religion?" Ask Hasna. Rama did not answer but kept his wife.

"There are four criteria. The first one looks at the look. Second, look at the treasure. Third, look at the nasab or lineage. And fourth, look at his religion." Rama breathed a rough sigh when Hasna mentioned the first criteria on the face. If if if the former was a treasure, then he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Hasna observed the changes in her husband's face. Then the woman smiled.

"So that means gini, when we feel fit with someone, we must see the face. Is it beautiful, handsome, or ugly? Because anyone who will be our partner, should be able to cool the eyes when looking at him. But, that can't be the main benchmark, because beauty or good looks will fade inedible age." Rama began to digest his wife's words.

"When the first criterion cannot be used as a benchmark, then we see the second criterion, namely the property. We live in this world need the provision of property, so as much as possible we find a partner who can give us material adequacy. Surely we do not want dong if we live a shortage? But, that also we can not make a benchmark. Because wealth is a gift from God. The treasure will be a blessing if we can spend it in virtue, and it can be disastrous if we are not wise to use it." Rama kept silent on reading Hasna.

"When these two criteria cannot be the main foundation, we still have the third option, the lineage. Surely we have great expectations if our partner will later have a clear nasab, good nasab. So that we can lift our degrees and honor later and of course will get good offspring as well. But not all descendants of the Sholih people will become Sholih. For example, the son of Noah, he was one of the prophets who obeyed his Lord, but his son was so disobedient. Not just to his father, but to his God."

"And the last option, his religion. If we choose a partner based on his religion, his fear, his faith, God willing the goodness of the afterlife is within our grasp. With a partner who has faith and devotion, we will remind each other in virtue."

"So, from the four criteria, we must make a benchmark is his religion. If if we get a good partner of his religion, beautiful or handsome, rich, also good offspring. Then the last three after religion are a bonus for us." Hasna smiled sweetly.

"I mean I'm a very lucky man." Said Rama staring at the shady face of his wife.

"I was lucky because I married a good woman of her religion, beautiful in appearance, her treasure..." Rama shrugged both shoulders.

"Also I'm pretty sure it comes from the descendants of the Sholih people." Rama rubbed Hasna's cheek gently with the back of her hand. The woman's cheeks were red.

Successfully, it seems Rama began to eliminate his sense of regret since last night, because of Papa and Mama-in-law.

"So in conclusion, handsome or beautiful is relative. We do not need to show everyone our beauty and beauty and excitement. There are many beautiful women out there, even more beautiful than me. But the proof is Mas Rama wants to continue this marriage, right? Though Mas Rama could easily let go of me at that time, let alone our marriage status is still serial."

"That was, now our marriage is legal in the eyes of the law." Sahut Rama's.

"Yes I know. I mean the beauty of women out there way above me. Especially your friendship circle, obviously many beautiful women dong. Her sexy clothes, makeup, yes.pistikannya spoil the eyes." Hasna observed Rama's expression for a moment.

"Try the bandingin' with me, there'll be nothing. Mas Rama knew himself that I was a woman who rarely groomed, even almost never. Because I can't." Chortled.

"And it should make Mas Rama ashamed if the road is the same me. Female employee Mas Rama always dressed neatly, perfumed, looking perfect from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair. As for me, the clothes I wear are mostly simple models, home clothes, hoods are also mostly plain. Shoes are also flat, not high heels like them. But the proof, Mas Rama still wants to go with me." The woman laughed a little.

"Because to me, you're a beautiful woman." Lirih Rama, a smile rose at both corners of his lips.

"What makes Mas Rama say that I am beautiful?"

"What yes?" Rama seems to think.

"Other faces." Sahut Hasna's.

"Your personality, your nature, your softness, that's what makes you look beautiful in my eyes." Hasna blushed hearing it.

"So there's still a lot we have to look at to determine someone's appearance. Depends on which point of view we judge." The woman's voice was soft.

"If I think, visually, Mas Rama is handsome, really even. It's just_"

"Two?" Sinis Rama's. Started sensi again like.

"Here you go, habits. Mas Rama is handsome, just rarely smile, so look old." Lirih Hasna at the end of her sentence. Rama grunts sebal.

"Try a smile." Pinta Hasna's. Rama looks very sour.

"Senyuuuming.cheese..." Hasna pulled her lips together in a perfect arch.

"Mas..smile." pinta Hasna once again.

Rama smiled, as if he had to.

"Well, if you don't want to smile, I want to wash my eyes with Nayla." Hasna.

The woman will move, but Rama immediately pulls Hasna into his lap. When it comes to eye wash and Nayla, it means that the status has begun to standby one. His sister was unreliable if the problem was washing eyes.

"What do you mean wash your eyes?" Sewot Rama's.

"Y.yes.cu.wash your eyes." Hasna's guts shrieked at Rama's gaze as if skinning herself alive.

"Wash your eyes to be clean. Look at the clear." Rama squinted at Hasna's words.

"Try again. What did you say just now?" Rama heard it.

"Eye wash?"

"No, after."

"Related?"

"After that."

"What's? I didn't say anything." Elak Hasna's.

"Lying husband, no sin?" Waduh, wear bring-in status all. It can't just squint.

Slowly Hasna nodded.

"Good, that's what you understand." Hasna forced her smile a little.

"Trus, what did you say?" Todong Rama's.

"At home..."

"At home?" Indict Rama.

"At home..." Rama raised his eyebrows, waiting for Hasna's next speech.

"Mas Rama smiles dong." Started to seduce him. Hasna cupped both of Rama's cheeks which were still full of shaving cream.

"Senyouma..." Pinta hasna with a spoiled voice.

Damn it, Rama's defense finally collapsed as well, because of Hasna's whining sound that sounded spoiled in his ears. Rama pulled the corners of his lips forming a thin arch.

"Wider Dong, Maass..." Hasna's voice was already heard uncontrollably in her ears.

Rama drew his face closer, but quickly Hasna rose from his lap.

"I'll help you clean this up first, okay?" Hasna's already smelled the danger radar apparently.

Spring he picked up a shaver and completed his mission this morning. Before breakfast, Rama should already look "younger".

***

Today Rama is going to the office before lunch, he still wants to spend time with Hasna before going to the office later.

"Depart later, from here do we go home first?" Hasna asked while helping Rama get dressed.

Actually for light activity Rama is allowed and able. But somehow, he was happy if needed so by his wife. Aided to take off and put on his clothes, making him able to enjoy the beauty of his wife.

"From here. At nine you help me get ready." Hasna nodded as usual.

Both walk down the stairs. Nayla, the first person to notice the new appearance of the older sister.

"Ma." Nayla pointed towards the stairs with her chin gesture.

Miss Diana followed the direction Nayla was referring to. The two nets were rounded with their mouths slightly open.

"Ma, control little napa, spit glaring, mangap anyway." Lirih Nayla's. Miss Diana regained her senses and reflexively patted Nayla on the back.

"Not polite." Nayla just grinned.

"Good morning, Ma." Sapa Rama's.

Rama grabbed Hasna's waist, pulling her closer to him. And as always, the woman was always surprised by the sudden treatment of her husband. Rama only wanted to show the detergent in his house, if he was still appropriate if juxtaposed with Hasna.

"Mas, can you ask for a photo? Uh, you have a boyfriend yet?" Nayla Goda.

Not answering, instead the jewel Rama presented to his little brother.

"aww... Well..sick..." Nayla smacks Rama's hand.

"Oh...so gini your behavior if you meet a guy? Learning the gentile apparently." Rama.

"Mamaa... Brother Rama." Nayla Whine.

"Rama..." Reproof Mama.

"Mas." Say Hasna in a soft voice.

Rama took his hand from Nayla's ear. The girl seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Mama realized one thing, if now her son's weakness lies with his wife. Hasna can control Rama.

***

"Sorry Mr Ivan, is Mr Rama not in the office today?" Ask Marissa.

Because from the morning, he did not see the existence of Rama. Even almost this week. If today, Rama does not go to the office as well, it is a sign that he will wait until Monday.

"Why is that?" Ask Ivan.

"E..no, it's just me. I want to submit a report to him." Marissa tried to give a reason.

"Report?" Ivan knitted his two eyebrows.

"I.iya, the report that when Mr. Ivan accompanied Mr. Rama out of the city some time ago." That seems like the right reason.

"Oh.this is just like me. I will tell him later." Ivan Pinta.

If Ivan asked for it, then it is likely that he could not meet with Rama. No, Marissa can't let it go. He must be able to approach Rama at any cost.

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