The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 74

Rama went down alone to the dining table. The entire family was enjoying their dinner quietly, until his presence became the center of attention.

"Only alone? Where's your wife?" Ask Papa because he didn't see his son-in-law coming.

"Hasna's in the room." Answer Rama.

"Why not have dinner?" Ask Mama.

"C.e..." Rama rubbed his neck, confused what answer he would give.

"Out of what this is for sure. Try Nay's check." Nayla is about to move.

"Where are you going?" Ketus Rama's.

"You see Hasna's mother."

"No need to." Prevent Rama.

"Why?"

"No excuses, and don't ask." Rama said firmly.

It sucks that big brother. Just wanting to see her brother-in-law alone had gotten a stern warning. Nayla pursed her lips perfectly.

"Right of heart. It's a pity that Nay's calls, Papa has a fierce ask for forgiveness." Her great-grandchild.

"Why Hasna? Hasna's sick?" Ask Mama.

"Hasna's fine, Mama don't have to worry." Answer Rama.

The man took a plate of rice complete with side dishes and complements, as well as a glass of water. Make everyone pay attention to his movements.

"Buset, Brother Rama would like to eat so much? How many marathons have you run?" Decak Nayla's.

"When do you push up how many sessions?" Papa Ledek.

Rama ignored the words of his brother and his father. The man then stood up with food and a glass of drink.

"Rama wants to eat up above."

Papa looked towards his eldest son with a probing gaze, and it was Rama who realized it.

"You continue the ritual, Pa. Push up there's five more sessions." Rama said, making everyone there shake their heads.

"The behavior of your child, the older the more_"

"Just like his father." Mom's mouth is a little tart. Nayla laughed when she heard it.

"It turns out that Rama's sister's version of Papa's lite?" Kekeh Nayla's.

"You are also the son of Papa, you can also potentially be the same as Rama." Papa. Nayla was increasingly unable to stop her laughter.

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Hasna returned to her body after praying with Rama. Don't forget the thick blanket on his body.

"Aren't you going to share a blanket?" Rama asked, as the blanket almost wrapped Hasna all over.

"Mas Rama can get another blanket." Rama wastes his rough breath.

The clock still points exactly at the number 8. It's too early to sleep. Rama decided to go to the balcony of the room.

The sky looks bright tonight, but Rama's heart is so agitated. Rama's mind has been completely muddled since the incident last afternoon. He tries to recall the incident before finally being in the same room with Marissa, even sharing the same blanket with the woman.

Canceled lunch invitation. Suddenly he was in an unconscious state. Then his appearance was not wearing clothes, even his pants were open. Is it true that he has committed an act that violates the norm against Marissa? But her secretary's clothes were still complete. But wait, didn't Marissa get a little restrained when she got out of bed? Don't you think he did it already?

Rama is not an experienced bedding man. He never knew anything like that. How can he distinguish whether he has done it or not, especially in an unconscious state. Could it be that he had indeed forced Marissa into doing so?

Thinking about it made his head even more throbbing. What if Hasna finds out? He had felt the pain of betrayal. Even the pain can not be forgotten even in a long time. And now, he's the one who betrayed Hasna.

"No, no, I never betrayed Hasna. I'm not that kind of man." Mumbled slowly.

He looked at the bed where Hasna was. That woman made him feel love again. Even Hasna had accepted the bad past she had. How could he betray a woman as good as Hasna?

"Aakhkh..." Rama was frustrated.

Soon he went back into the room. He approached his wife who was asleep. The thick blanket that wrapped Hasna's body, making the woman surprised and re-awake.

"Mas Rama, what's wrong?" Ask Hasna.

Not answering, instead the man grabbed Hasna's body, hugging her tightly. Rama can feel the warm body of his wife. On his gentle swab of that back. His back was clad in his white shirt.

"I love you so much, Hasna. Love you so much." Sluggishly. Hasna was silent in Rama's arms.

Is that a love from her husband? Is it true that Rama is in love with her?

"I love you." Deuteronomy.

"Yes, I also love Mas Rama." Hasna.

"Never leave me, no matter what." Hasna heard the phrase for the second time from Rama.

Hasna parsed her embrace, staring at the thick bead of Rama that looked adorable.

"Why did Rama say that again? I will not leave Mas Rama. Mas Rama my husband. I'll go, if Mas Rama asks for it."

Rama cupped both of Hasna's cheeks, staring fixedly at those shady eyes.

"Whatever happens, keep believing in me. Whatever happens, never leave me. Promise me Hasna." Pinta Rama's.

Hasna fell silent, digesting every word of Rama. What did her husband mean. Like there's a thing that men are natural about, and trying to cover it up.

"Is there something?" Ask Hasna.

Three words that make Rama difficult to swallow. His throat feels dry. His tongue feels ugly. It was hard for him to say if anything big was happening to him. But, his wife's feelings were much more important for him to take care of.

Rama shook his head slowly. Pulling the corners of his lips into an arch. He will not say anything until he knows the truth.

"No, it's just that I'm afraid of losing the woman that's been targeted by so many men." Rama said with a smile.

Hasna smiled hearing that. But in his little heart he still felt if there was something Rama was covering up. It cannot be carried away by emotions. He will give Rama time, until at last the man says by himself.

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Rama entered the lobby and passed until he entered the elevator. Arriving at the seventh floor, Ivan had already welcomed him. The assistant submitted a report filing cooperation with xx company yesterday.

"All right, thanks for the information." Rama.

The man walked into his room.

"Ivan." Call her.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Is Marissa not here yet?" Rama saw his secretary's desk was still neat and empty.

"Today it just so happens that Marissa is applying for a leave of absence for the next three days." Ivan.

"Follow?"

"Yes, Sir. Marissa said if there's any sudden interest that must be resolved soon." Rama wastes his rough breath.

No problem, at least he could breathe a sigh of relief without seeing Marissa. The woman made herself to be vigilant. Yesterday's incident he had not been able to investigate the truth.

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Rama stayed in his room. The files he still let stacked neatly. Yesterday's incident completely seized his concentration.

On the one hand he believes if he does not commit acts that violate the norm. But on the other hand, he was worried. Suppose he had gone out of control in his subconscious, and had done something to Marissa, then what should he do? Take responsibility for his actions, or stay with his marriage?

Just thinking about it, the head felt like it was about to break. Just now he will open a new page in his household life with Hasna, now a new problem that is quite complicated. The problem that has been ascertained will be the trigger for the destruction of his relationship with Hasna.

"No, this can't be allowed to linger like this. This will be a time bomb. I need to act fast. Don't let this ruin everything." Mumbled.

Rama grabbed a cell phone lying on his desk. Trying to find a name in his phone book list. Haven't found yet, one call came in from her mother.

"Mama?" Sluggishly.

"Hello, Ma?" Rama said after the call.

"Hello, honey. You're not busy?" Rama frowned, Mama's tumben asked his busyness.

"Emmm...not really, what's up?"

"You can go to the XZ boutique, take your wife with you. You guys need wedding dress fittings, don't you?" Rama scratched his temple with his index finger.

"Should it be now?" Rama looked at the clock in his hand.

"Next year, wait for your wife to sleep." Mama replied lightly, making Rama push into his two eyes perfectly.

"Wait another hour and a half, Rama will be there soon with Hasna." Quickly answer.

"Good boy's. Mom wait a minute." The connection was also cut.

What a threat Mama. Just saying the thing about Hasna, surely her son would comply immediately without any more negotiations. Until making Rama lost focus with the original purpose of opening the phone.

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At Mama's request, Rama and Hasna went to XZ's boutique for wedding dress fittings. Hasna changed her clothes several times, but none of them fit Rama's taste. Somehow the dress she wanted to wear was Hasna.

"If this one?" Ask Mama.

Hasna came out wearing a long dress full of fancy sequins, but still made Rama flinch in her place. Those eyes look reluctant.

"Why? No longer fit?" Sewot. Hasna snorted at the expression Rama showed.

"Mas Rama, I'm tired of you." He heard a whimper from his wife. Given Hasna had tried seven dresses, and still nothing suitable for Rama.

"Emm..sorry, is there a specific request from the Masnya?" Ask the boutique owner. Gemulai man was trying to provide a solution, if there is something Rama wants for his wedding dress later.

"I don't like dresses that expose the curves too much, are too crowded with decorations, too accentuate the beauty of my wife." Rama.

Rama's two wishes can still be investigated, but his last request, it's more because of his possessive attitude. Basically Hasna is beautiful, the wedding dress is just a support.

The boutique owner asked one of the employees who helped Hasna change the dress to get another collection of dresses.

"What about this one?" Ask the boutique owner.

A broken white dress with sequin accents on the chest and abdomen. A pretty simple dress.

"May, try first." Rama glanced at the surly Hasna. The woman is tired of changing dresses, and this will be the eighth dress she will try. Hopefully, it fits with Rama's taste.

Hasna followed the clerk to the dressing room to try on the dress. While Mama looked at Rama with a careless look.

"If until this dress does not also suit your taste, you better try the next dress. Let's just know what it's like to change your clothes over and over." Omel Mom.

The boutique owner was seen holding back his laughter when he heard Miss Diana's words just now. Imagine if his handsome son was wearing a wedding dress, it would be very funny.

"If you wear a dress, I'd like to be her best man." Tempt the boutique owner with his wooden expression.

Rama shuddered to hear it. He noticed that the man was waving, and he was smiling at him. Rama shuddered, making Mama also the shop owner laugh.

The attention of the three was distracted as the dressing room curtains opened, Hasna came out wearing the dress that was shown by the boutique clerk. Very well fit in his body. The decoration of the sequins on the chest to the stomach makes a sweet impression. The bottom of the dress dangled wide with embroidery around it. Make the dress look elegant.

"How, still doesn't fit?" Ask the boutique owner.

"The dress is very simple, still not suitable?" Ask Mama a little upset.

Rama snorted as he looked at his wife's upper body. The dress was as simple as her wish but very fitting on Hasna's body. Even Hasna's body curves were clearly imprinted.

"Why is the top too open?" His protest.

"Stranquil handsome, later we love cape to cover the treasure of beautiful Mbak." The boutique owner squinted his mischievous eyes as he uttered the word "treasure".

Rama was silent for a moment. The feathers bristled when he saw the man so-the incident.

"Two more weeks can be re-fitting, if the cucok directly cus wrap." Further.

It seems Rama can not dwell when facing a creature similar to himself but has the aura of a jaipong dancer, gurgling. Rama just agreed. Don't get himself in the darn like soap. Moreover, the fingers lentiknya already close to the chin of Rama, making him have to be extra vigilant.

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