The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 76

Rama closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

"No, this is impossible. Hasna's..." Sluggishly.

The lips mentioned his wife's name. What he saw this time made him feel guilty for Hasna.

"Hasna, I'm sorry." Sluggishly.

After looking at all the evidence files sent by his men, now Rama's goal is only one. Hasna. Only that woman could calm her heart.

Immediately he drove the car to split the increasingly crowded streets. He wanted to get home and embrace his wife's body.

***

Rama had reached home, and had found his wife's car in the garage. That means the woman has gone home.

He moved his legs wide into the house to look for Hasna. The main purpose is the room on the second floor. He opened the door impatiently. Room lights are still out.

"Hasna?" Call her.

"Hasna's? There is still no lawfulness.

The net scanned the whole room, empty. He opened the bathroom door without knocking it first, and it turned out to be the same, empty. Where's his wife?

"The guest room." Mumbled.

Rama immediately ran down the stairs to the guest room, Hasna's previous room. But it was empty, just like the room. The bathroom is empty. The kitchen is also empty.

Rama roughs his hair because he did not find Hasna in the house.

Immediately he exited the house, heading for the security guard post in front. It appears that Mr. Mamat is sipping his coffee.

"Mr Mamat?"

"Yes, Mas?" The security put the cup back in his hand.x.

"Hasna's home?" Rama asked with a slight breath.

"Not yet, Mas."

"Then the car?" Rama looked towards the garage.

"Oh.tadi Mbak Hasna picked up, Mas." Said Mr. Mamat.

"Who's picked up?" Mamat sir frowned.

"Picked up with her mother-in-law, Mas. His mother is Mas Rama?" Rama scrunched the base of his nose. Why could he forget that, even though Hasna had asked permission first.

"Yes, thank you, sir."

Rama went back into the house. Just because some photos as well as videos that he received from his men, has made Rama lost control.

"I better take a shower. My head feels like it's gonna break." Mumbled.

***

"Mama didn't stop by first?" Hasna asked as she got out of the car.

"When, honey. It's malem, Papa must be waiting." Reject Mama.

Hasna grabbed Mama's hand and kissed her.

"Hasna come in first, Ma. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Hasna immediately entered the house after making sure Mama's car came out of the gate of the house. The house lights are on, which means Rama is home. She climbed into the upper room, and her husband must have been there.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Say Hasna as she enters the room.

Blank. Where's Rama? It is impossible in the bathroom, because there is no sound of water gurgling from inside there. Maybe it's in his study.

"I'd better take a shower first."

Hasna immediately cleaned herself up. A day outside the house makes his body feel sticky because of sweat. After almost thirty minutes, Hasna came out of the bathroom. His body feels fresher.

Hasna went down to make a drink for Rama. Coincidentally before returning home he had brought Rama the food he bought outside with Mama, so he did not have to bother to cook dinner. Just warm it up later.

Hasna opened the door of Rama's tightly shut office. Rama who was focusing on his phone instantly shifted his gaze.

A smile is engraved upon finding his wife in the doorway. Rama immediately put his phone in any place and approached Hasna. Hugging tightly the body of a woman who has not seen all day. I don't know why it feels so missed.

"Mass?" Lirih Hasna's. She was really surprised by her husband. Even the drink in his hand was about to spill.

"Let it be like this." Lirih Rama's.

Hasna was silent for a while in Rama's arms. The man did not take off his embrace. Feel comfortable clutching the body of a woman that makes her anxiety reduced.

"What's wrong?" Hasna asked after a hug unraveled.

"No." Rama forced his smile.

"Can you accompany me to work?" Ask Rama.

"Mas Rama didn't eat first?" Tawar Hasna's.

"Later on, just a little longer." Reject Rama. Hasna nodded.

Rama took Hasna's hand to his desk. Rama patted his thigh gently, hinting for Hasna to sit on his lap. Hasna smiled, sitting on her husband's lap.

Now Rama refocused on work and forgot what he had seen on his phone a while ago.

"Hasna, don't move much." Rama.

How he did not move much as Rama's left hand wrapped around his stomach. This kind of position made Hasna uncomfortable. Makes him move uneasily.

For a while Hasna was able to calm down, as Rama was typing. Rama's focus is on the keyboard as well as the laptop screen.

Hasna watched Rama's face while working. Seems so serious. Occasionally the man seemed to frown, as if he was thinking. Occasionally nodding his head, as if coming up with a solution. Sometimes I smile too. Hasna smiled at him.

One kiss landed on the woman's cheek. Hasna immediately regained consciousness from her daydream.

"So seriously look at it. Why, I'm handsome, huh?" Temptation Rama. Hasna turned her eyes in any direction. Shame when caught admiring the handsome face of the husband.

"Don't you see him there?" Rama poking Hasna's chin.

"What the hell?" Hasna hit Rama's arm. Rama chuckles at Hasna's misdeed.

Rama ends his work and suddenly lifts his wife's body.

"Let's..." Hasna suffocated in shock, suddenly her body seemed to float.

"Mas Rama went down, I was heavy. Your shoulder hurts again." Sweat Hasna. The woman placed her hands around her husband's neck.

Rama ignored Hasna's words and led her to a long sofa by the door. He slowly laid down his wife's body.

"If you just lift up your body, I can still, Hasna. I'll be doing push-ups soon, too." Rama.

The concentrated bead looked straight at Hasna's shady eyes. Slowly Rama leaned over his body resting on both arms. It feels a little pain but goes away.

"I don't feel pain anymore." A faint smile rose on Rama's lips. This kind of position made Hasna's chest flutter.

Rama moved closer to Hasna. Both of their eyelids closed as their lips greeted each other. Gently Rama enjoys the lips of cherries that always make him fall asleep. Slowly, taste sweet there.

Hasna began to be able to balance the game Rama, although impressed stiff. The woman began to enjoy her husband's gentle whip. Both of his hands gently squeezed the t-shirt that Rama was wearing.

The kiss went down his chin, then his wife's neck. Hasna gripped Rama's clothes. The touch made Hasna even more agitated. The first new touch he felt.

Rama raised his face. His face looked red, his breathing was still irregular. But a smile was engraved on both corners of his lips.

"If I want to, do I get it?" Rama. His concentrated bead was still faithfully staring at his wife's shady eyes.

The heart that had been beating so hard, was now beating faster. Hasna did not understand what her husband was saying. But, he also felt nervous about discussing such an intimate matter like this.

"Hasna?" Lirih Rama's. The call seemed to demand something.

Hasna stared straight at the thick bead. Rama's gaze signaled a desire. Slowly, Hasna nodded her head, making Rama smile widely.

Back, he gave a fondle to his wife. That woman is so beautiful under her cage. Her two cheeks that met with red, as well as her eyes that were so cute, added to Hasna's beauty.

A small moan came out of Hasna's lips, as Rama swept her neck with a wet kiss.

Krucukk...

The concentration of the two collapsed while a voice sounded from the stomach of Rama. Both of them were laughing at the same time.

"Mas Rama's hungry?" Hasna asked in the middle of her laughter.

"Aaahhh." Rama snorted, and laughed again.

The alarm doesn't know the time. In times of romantic moments like this, there is only interference from supernatural voices. Just ruin the fun.

***

After praying Isya', Rama returned to his study. His job is a little more. Hasna prefers to rest in her room. She was tired of being outside the house all day besides working.

The lights of the room were dim, when Rama returned. His wife was asleep apparently. But Rama did not feel sleepy, but now it was almost midnight.

Rama stared at his wife's silhouette under the dim light of the lamp. I don't know why his wife looks. The man moved closer to Hasna, and carried the woman into her arms.

The small movements and grunts that Hasna caused, made Rama feel uneasy. Hasna moved again in Rama's arms, maybe she felt uncomfortable, especially the hot air. The woman sleeps on her back to her husband, and her movements make Rama more agitated. Hasna's movements made her growl.

"Hasna's..." Sluggishly.

Rama changed his position. Hasna is now under her confinement again. But the woman was still comfortable being lulled into a dream.

Gently rubbed the cheeks that always show the pink hue. And those cherry lips, why as if greeting Rama to enjoy it.

Rama felt a push within him. The feeling he really wants to feel and always makes him curious since feeling love again for his wife.

One kiss he gave on Hasna's lips. The woman squirms, as if something is disturbing her comfort. Again, Rama gave it one more time, but fell silent there for a few seconds.

The eyeball felt moving behind the closed petals. Hasna opened her eyes slowly. Slightly surprised to find Rama right on top of him.

"Mas Rama?" Lirih Hasna with a distinctive sound of waking up.

The voice increasingly gave encouragement to Rama to do further things. He gave a kiss on his wife's lips. The kiss was switched on the neck as well as other parts.

Both breaths are getting more and more irregular. Debaran on the chest both getting worse. The warm sweep spread throughout the body.

"I'm sorry." Lirih Rama's.

Hasna scrunched her forehead. Both her hands clutching her husband's shoulders. Biting of the lower lip to withstand a barely controlled sound.

For a moment Rama noticed the look on his wife's face. There was also a sense of discomfort as well as a painful taste that Hasna was enduring. A speck of clear grain broke through at both corners of those shady eyes.

"Is it painful?" Ask Rama softly.

Hasna nodded slowly. Rama again felt the sweet lips like cherries. Giving his wife a sense of comfort, before he brought Hasna to explore the world.

Slowly but surely, Rama did his duty as a husband very gently. Even he felt pain when he began to open the path of pleasure for them to feel together.

Both bodies stiffened, while the wave of pleasure hit them so fiercely. Hasna felt a warm fill her womb.

"Thank you, honey. I love you." Lirih Rama's. He gave a kiss on his wife's forehead full of sweat.

The sweet smile he gave, also he got from his wife. Rama brought Hasna back in his arms. In his kisses many times the top of his wife's head. Women who have earned the title of women. The woman who gave the most precious thing to herself as a husband.

"I'm sorry hasna. I did this because I felt I had made a mistake. I'm not looking for an escape. I just want to remove the trace of that woman from this body. Only thou. You're the only owner of this body, Hasna. Only you have the right to touch her, not that woman. Only thou. You're just Hasna."

Rama tightened his embrace. Looking for comfort until finally sleeping with his wife.

***

Don't ask for something that is also steady. I don't really understand either, wkwkwk. What matters is the point. Than ntar got prit again like Marissa & Tomi that time🤭

Hopefully entertained.