The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 73

Marissa rushed into the hotel lobby, leaving only fifteen minutes, before all else failed. In a hurry he entered the elevator to the floor where he left Rama in the room he ordered.

"Damn it, just a few minutes, I hope Rama doesn't wake up." Marissa looked back at the watch on her wrist.

The woman was able to breathe a sigh of relief when she found Rama still asleep. Soon he dropped the blanket and opened the clasp owned by Rama. But his movements stopped when he heard a small sigh from the man's lips.

Marissa blinked and swallowed the saliva that felt choked in the throat. Rama frowned, it seemed like the man would come to his senses. Marissa's spring lowered the zipper of Rama's pants then lay down next to him. Back to that man.

Rama opened his eyes, his head still heavy. The net scans the surroundings. This room was foreign to him. His heart seemed forced to stop beating when he found the figure of a woman who was sleeping next to him. No, it's not his wife.

Rama remembered the clothes, the same clothes he was wearing...

"Marysa?" Sluggishly.

Rama saw his condition without wearing his upper clothes. Then flicked the blanket and found his trousers still attached intact. Makes him a little able to breathe.

But he was surprised when he woke up from the bed, his belt came off and.

Rama tried to remember what he had done. But none of them can remember it. The last thing he could remember was just going to lunch and Mr. Dirga suddenly canceled the event. After that, he remembered nothing.

Rama immediately tidied up his appearance, wearing a shirt that had been released. And tried to remember once again the incident that he experienced before finally reaching this room.

Like there's a gaffe here. It seems he is starting to remember something. He remembered before he was unconscious. At that time he was with Marissa. Is he not in a trap?

Marissa looks squirming. The woman opened her eyes and found Rama had but returned.

"Sir Rama." Sluggishly.

"What's going on?" Rama asked in a cold tone.

Marissa looked confused as she was about to give an answer. The woman put a blanket on her body.

"My answer, what happened?" Rama is still trying to hold back his emotions. Both of his hands clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white.

"Mr.bapak.bapak has forced me." Lirih Marissa accompanied by a sobbing that began to sound.

"Forcing how do you mean?" Rama's voice began to rise.

"Sir Rama forced me to do that." Tears began to flood the beautiful face of the woman.

"Don't slander you." Rama looked at the wind.

"I'm not slandering, sir. What's in it for me? It is precisely here that I am harmed. My future is at stake." Marissa is hysterical.

"No, this is impossible. I can still think sanely not to do things that break the norm. I don't believe in that shit." Rama's words were full of emphasis, even he pointed towards Marissa.

"Did you not realize, how the appearance of the father when he woke up earlier? You've forced me." Shouted Marissa hysterically.

"Stop that crap, I'm sure, if I'm trapped here. And you, don't be as if you were a victim, because the victim was not just you, but me too." Rama's words were full of emphasis, visible from his chest rising and falling holding back an explosion of anger.

Rama rubbed his face rough. It is impossible for him to do anything that deviates from the norms and laws of religion. Rama was sure of that. But in reality, he himself was in a situation that made him feel if he made a fatal mistake.

"Mother just calm down. Let's just say this never happened. Mr. Rama can forget today's incident. And I won't bring it up." Marissa.

Rama knitted both his eyebrows sharply. That's as easy as Marissa said. Something that concerns his honor and pride he considers as a trivial thing.

The woman tidied up her dress and put her shoes back on.

"I'm sorry, sir. Assume this never happened." The woman rubbed rough tears on her face.

Rama noticed Marissa's slow movements, as if she was holding something that made her uncomfortable. The woman picked up the bag lying in just about anywhere. Shortly after, Marissa leaves Rama, who is alone in the hotel room.

The man is touching his black mane. Trying to recall the incident before he was in this room. His head was pulsing again.

"Hasna's." Sluggishly.

Rama immediately left the hotel room. Walk down the hallway until you arrive in front of a tightly closed elevator.

"Hasna, I'm sorry." Sluggishly.

Rama called the office driver when he arrived in the lobby. It was long enough for the invitation to finally come. Along the way, he was still thinking about the events that had just happened to him as well as Marissa. But didn't find any leads. Until the car enters the office.

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Rama drove his car at a moderate speed. He still can't think clearly. Suddenly, Hasna's words turned back to fill her hearing.

"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."

Hasna, only women are the goal this time. Rama felt a sense of unease in his heart. Many times he convinced his heart, if he did not do anything beyond the limits.

Rama's car enters Suryanata's residence. He got out of the car and looked for his wife.

"Hasna's." Rama shouted a little to his wife. He moved his feet wide.

Mom who was in the kitchen rushed to her son. The man's appearance was a little messy. And now calling his wife impatiently.

"Hasna's." Call Rama again.

"What's the matter?" Ask Mama wonder.

"Tau nih, Brother Rama. Just getin' some people." Replace Nayla who protested.

"Where is Hasna, Ma?" Rama asked impatiently.

"Hasna's." He shouted his wife's name.

"Rama, this isn't a forest. Keep your voice down." Mom's Sweat.

Hasna came down upon hearing the commotion below. He heard Rama calling his name over and over again.

"Mas Rama." Call her.

"Hasna's."

Rama climbed the stairs in a hurry and hugged his wife's body tightly. In his kiss many times the top of the head of the veiled woman. Hasna felt strange about Rama's behavior. Suddenly he looked for her and hugged her like this. Making all those who were there witness the miraculous action of the young master Suryanata with unblinking eyes.

"Mas Rama, what's wrong?" Hasna asked in Rama's arms.

"I miss you." Rama landed his kiss on Hasna's lips without permission, making her flutter with her husband's actions.

Rama was a little rude***** the cherry lips, as if he was expressing an emotion that he had been holding back. Hasna smacked her husband's back, hoping he would let go of his kiss.

"God Rama, your behavior. I really don't know the place." Omel Mom.

"Oh my goodness, I'm still a minor. On the sensor, napa." Nayla Protests.

Rama reflexes let go of his kiss. Even Hasna's lips look wet. The woman was a little annoyed with Rama. I really don't know the situation at all.

Rama looked down, and sure enough, Mama, Nayla also saw some ART scene 21+nya with Hasna. To be honest in the shame, but it is better to be ordinary, as if nothing strange happened.

"Mas Rama why?" Hasna Protest.

"I miss you."

Rama brought his face closer, but Hasna pushed him slowly.

"Mas Rama." Hasna said a little to her eyes.

Not to mention the screaming from down there.

"Rama, please condition a little." Shouting Mama.

"Sister Rama, I report KPAI ntar. Not good examples of minors."

Rama grunted softly and grabbed his wife's hand. Without him caring about their screams. Rama took Hasna back to the room. And lock the door tight.

Rama did not answer, instead squeezing Hasna up to the wall of the room, making Hasna jumped with Rama's wild action.

"I miss you." Whisperer Rama.

The man's hand removed the veil knot on his wife's head, then removed the cloth. Well-favoured. Hasna was always pretty in her eyes.

Rama cupped both cheeks of Hasna. His face is approaching. Their two eyes closed as their lips intertwined. Rama's hand went down to Hasna's waist. And next to him again held the woman's nape to deepen her kiss.

Hasna's face warmed up when the kiss came off. His lips felt numb because Rama's kiss was a little rough.

"I miss you, Hasna. I miss you." Sluggishly. Both of their eyebrows clashed with the warm breath of each.

Rama tried to divert his bad thoughts about the incident this afternoon by making fun of his wife. Hasna is home for him. Only Hasna is entitled to her, not a woman like Marissa. Suppose he could choose, he did not want to exist today. A day like a nightmare for him.

"I miss you." Once again the word was heard in Hasna's ears. Is that miss him?

"I miss Mas Rama too." Hasna. The woman smiled sweetly. Makes Rama smile.

"Would you do me a favor?" Hasna frowned.

"Help?" Hasna raised her next to her eyebrows.

"Mandy." Rama's whisper was right in Hasna's ear. Make the fine feathers of the beautiful woman bristle.

"Come on." Without waiting for Hasna's reply, Rama pulled his wife's hand into the bathroom.

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The woman's cheeks reverberated red as she recalled the incident they had just done. Rama was so outrageous, that he made him repeat the ritual bath.

Hasna sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped around the blanket all over her body. He only wears Rama's shirt, because here there is no change of his clothes. Rama, the man deliberately hugged Hasna to join the bathtub. All of his clothes were wet.

"You're like a cocoon." Kekeh Rama's.

"Mas Rama is outrageous, already know I did not bring a change, even more wet play." The woman's lips seemed to be pursed while protesting. Rama anxiously snatched the cherry lips back.

"Mas Rama's..." Whimpering.

"It's a little swollen, still."

"Still what? Still want some more?" Temptation Rama.

"Iiihhh..nyebelin really, you pervert." Hasna covered her entire body to the head with a blanket.

"Remember, I'm a grown man." Temptation Rama.

"Yes, I'm a minor." Hasna from under the blanket.

Rama pulled the blanket to the chest because it was held by Hasna. Apparently the woman is in standby mode one.

"Close to." Pinta Rama's.

"What does Rama want?" Hasna was really wary of her husband.

"I just want to hug you."

"Don't." Hasna slightly retreated as Rama tried to grab her body.

"Why?"

"I'm just wearing a shirt." Tweet slowly.

Rama laughed when he heard it. He almost forgot his wife's appearance. Hasna only wore her shirt which can be ascertained over size on her tiny body. That's why she wrapped herself in a blanket.

"Mas Rama is a piece of cake." Rama was back laughing.

"I just want to hug, it won't be anything." Kekeh Rama's.

Rama approached and hugged Hasna from under the blanket. The woman felt warmer and more comfortable in the arms of Rama.

"Hasna?"

"Yes?"

"Please promise me one thing." Hasna frowned.

"Please promise never to leave me, no matter what my circumstances may be. Keep believing in me, no matter what."

Hasna felt a little strange with the words of Rama, especially the man's behavior after returning from the office. Impressed more spoiled and more intimate than usual.

"Hasna?" Call Rama, for his wife will not answer him.

"Yes, I promise." Hasna at the end.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Somebody's knocking on the door."

"Just disturb." Rama grunted in annoyance.

"Bukain used to be there, maybe Mama." Hasna.

"Ah...It's like you're never young." Grouser Rama.

The man was forced to break his arms and move to open the door. An ART stood right in front of him.

"Sorry, Den, I'm waiting for you to have dinner." Say ART.

"Alright, I'll be right down."

Rama closed the door to his room and went to Hasna.

"Who?"

"Auntie, let's go down. I'm looking forward to Mama." Take Rama.

"Mas Ramah is down."

"You haven't eaten either, let's have dinner together." Rama stretched out his hand.

Hasna did not welcome Rama's helping hand, only looking at him. It's true that he came down with this kind of situation.

"Why?"

Huft

Hasna wastes her breath.

"Emang Mas Rama ngizinin me, if you come down with clothes like this?"

Rama's face turned into a serious fashion, did not see the awkwardness that he had just shown.

"You just stay here, don't go anywhere. Lock the door, let no one enter the room. I'll be right back." His voice also sounded not as gentle as before.

"If Nayla did knock on the door?"

"Especially Nayla, don't open the door." Rigorously. Even his index finger was pointing at Hasna's face.

"Oh.ok." Hasna nodded obediently.

Rama immediately came out of the room, making Hasna breathe a little relieved. Hasna finally moved freely. According to the instructions, Hasna locked the door of the room, so that when Rama entered, he could prepare himself.

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