The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 79

Wedding preparations are almost sixty percent. The building, the invitation, the souvernir have been prepared. Catering all from Hasna place, even later some Hasna employees participated in the special event.

When happiness was in sight, Hasna recalled her late grandfather and both parents. Every woman dreams of a memorable marriage for the rest of her life. Surrounded by those he loved so much. Distributed to the opposite of his choice of men.

A speck of clear grain broke through from both corners of Hasna's shady eyes. He recalled the beginning of his marriage to Rama. Foreign man he just met while saying ijab qobul. A man who never accepts and rejects his presence. The man who makes it must strengthen patience in every speech as well as his behavior.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Ask Mama. Hasna rubbed the corner of her watery eyes. She smiled at the mother-in-law.

"No papa, Ma. Hasna only felt that Hasna was missing father, mother also Grandpa." Mama looked into Hasna's wet eyes. Those eyes radiate longing.

Mama took Hasna into the arms. No sounding sobbing, but felt if his daughter-in-law was breathing deeply repeatedly.

"Mama, Papa, we're your parents too, honey. We will accompany you. We can't replace your father and mother, but we love you as much as our own daughter." Say Mama.

"You should never think if you are alone. There's us." Hasna was calm in my arms.

It's true, Mama-in-law loves her very much, even like her own birth mother. But nevertheless, the mother is a very special woman in Hasna's life. Although he accompanied Hasna until the age of ten, but the memories of when they were together were so attached to Hasna's heart.

"Ma?" Call Rama.

The two women's embrace was broken. Rama's gaze was straight on his wife's wet face.

"Why you?" Hasna simply shook her head, and slightly forced her smile.

"Ma?" Now Rama demanded an answer from his biological mother.

"Hasna's not papa, it's just kangen anymore." My mother answered briefly.

I heard a heavy breath from the man. Just a matter of kangen, his wife to tears.

"It's only been two days that I've been out of town, you've been missing. Here I hug." Rama stretched out his hand before Hasna, waiting for her to enter her arms.

"Who is the same as you? GeEr." Chirps Mama. Rama lowered back the two hands that had been stretched out wide.

"Then, who do you miss?" Rama asked in full search. There was nothing he missed when he was out of town yesterday.

"No need to suudzon first, Hasna was again kangen the same Grandpa as well as both parents." Answer Mama.

Oh, so that's the reason? Rama got closer to his wife. Bringing the woman into his arms. Gently pecked head crest wrapped in the hijab.

"I've said before, we are your family now. We love you very much. Even I feel like I'm a stepdaughter here, Mama loves you more than I do." Rama glanced at Mama who gave her a sharp look.

"Yes, it's true that you're a stepson. If it's Mama's son, it must be as sweet as Nayla, as Hasna. Not kayaking you." Mama's words made Rama put on a sour face. Hasna smiled hearing that.

"You heard it yourself, right?" Smiles rose again at both corners of Hasna's lips.

Rama cupped both of Hasna's cheeks and stared inside the beautiful bead.

"Never feel alone, for you have me. Got Mama, Papa, Nayla, our kids later." Rama softly.

One kiss he presented to the lips of cherries that he so longed for the taste. He no longer even realized where he was at this moment. Mama rubbed her eyes perfectly at the unexpected action of her son. A fairly loud pat mama presented on the shoulders of Rama.

"If you want to do something, look at the situation first. Your habits." Omel Mom.

"Mama what the hell, Ma. Sick tau. Just ruin the fun." Grouser Rama.

"Ntar if my injury hurts again, I will fast for a long time, Ma."

Mama shook her head hearing Rama's words. Nayla was right that her son was the lite version of her husband as a young man.

***

Almost three weeks Kevin shut himself out of business outside of work. Trying to forget the woman he loved so much. A woman who changed her life for the better. But fate is not kind to the fate of his love.

When he has determined how to bring his relationship, he is faced with a reality that makes him have to bury his love. Let her special woman continue her life with a loved one. The man chosen to be the priest in his life. The man who was chosen to be a friend until the end of his life. Accompany in his joys and sorrows.

Happy, that's what he has to do, even if he doesn't feel it. Happy to see the woman he loves happy even though she is not the source of his happiness. Happy for every woman he loves. Blissfully.

Kevin looked at the special photo of the woman. Hasna. The photo was taken accidentally during his meeting with Hasna in an Italian restaurant at that time. She was so beautiful in her hijab, so beautiful when she smiled.

"Why does it feel like this sick, Hasna?" Kevin gently rubbed the photo framed right on Hasna's face.

"I've tried to encourage you to be happy with the man who is your husband. He's a lucky guy Hasna. Be happy always with her." Both of his eyes were warming.

Kevin looked up, lest he shed a tear. He should be happy.

"May I be happy Hasna too. Maybe we're not friends in life right now. May we be able to mate in the next life." Kevin closed his eyes slowly, and the clear circle broke through without excuse.

Kevin opened a blue velvet box, containing a ring that he would pin on Hasna's ring finger. He took the ring and smiled. The smile he forced.

"It turns out this ring ain't no man." Sluggishly. Kevin again closed the velvet box and put it back in his bedside drawer.

***

Geck, tok, tok.

Geck, tok, tok.

The sound of knocking was heard several times. The owner of the house did not open the door.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Attent." Sound of speech from inside the house followed by a swift Ledge approaching the door.

Cklek.

A young woman stood in front of the door.

"Siska?"

Siska smiled warmly looking at the woman before her. Marissa, her best friend looks fuller now, probably because of her pregnancy. His face also looked fresher, maybe his heart was happy. That said, if pregnant people feel happy, then his face looks radiant.

"Lo didn't tell me to come in?" Siska asked, because Marissa would not let herself in.

Marissa did not say a word, but opened her door wide. Siska tailed behind him, then sat on the small sofa in the living room.

Marissa came out with two drinks and a snack. Put it on the table.

"How are you?" Siska tried to start a conversation.

"Good." Answer Marissa briefly.

Siska noticed Marissa's look on her face. Impressed to be unfriendly.

"Sa, I'd like to apologize to you. I'm sorry I can't understand the problem from your point of view. I_"

"Lo what do you really want? If you just want to talk, mending lo go home, I want to rest." Marissa said, then the woman moved from her seat.

"Sa..." Siska grabs Marissa's wrist.

"Gue is really sorry, sorry I couldn't help your situation at that time. I should have stood next to you. We've been in office for a long time, almost seven years. I don't want our friendship to be ruined because of this problem. I'm sorry, Sa." Siska gently squeezes Marissa's fingers, hoping she can get her best friend's heart melted back.

Looks like Siska's efforts are working. The sharp gaze that had been gracing Marissa's face, softened instantly. Maybe the pregnancy hormones that make her feel the mood swing like now. His heart was momentarily broken listening to Siska's words.

"Sit down, yuk." Siska took Marissa to sit down with her.

"Where are you?" Ask Siska softly.

"Good, in healthy." Marissa forced her smile, gently rubbing her stomach.

"Can I hold it?" Ask Siska expectantly.

Marissa looked doubtful, but nodded her head. Siska's hands stretched out to touch Marissa's belly which still looked flat. Gently rubbed that stomach.

"How many months, Sa?"

"Thirteen week's street."

"Didn't feel like his movement yet?" Siska asked, Marissa shook her head.

"The doctor said, wait until sixteen weeks, just beginning to feel the movement." Reply Marissa enthusiastically.

Siska could feel the look of happiness emanating from the beautiful face of the woman.

"If you could accept the fact that the child in this lo womb is Tomi's child, you would definitely live happily, Sa. Tomi is a good man, especially he sincerely loves you. Not necessarily the same thing you get from Rama. What if Rama finds out you've trapped him? Tricked her by saying you were pregnant with her child. You'll be ashamed of yourself, Sa. Let's hope you realize, if what you're doing is wrong."

"Ee...lo check this month?" Ask Siska. Marissa nodded with a smile on her face.

"Can I see a picture of your fetus? I want to know how I'm doing." Pinta Siska's.

"Start."

Marissa went into her room. Soon he gave a photo of his USG results to Siska.

"This one right?" Siska pointed at the picture of the small circle.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Photo yuk." Marissa frowned.

"I mean lo photos, while holding the results of this USG. That's a photo of maternity." Marissa was doubtful.

"If you don't want to, papa. Yesterday my office temen photo maternity use the concept of kayak gini. In each month until the age of the womb stepped nine months. Same pose and same dress. Pas he was born, the same baby photos, with the background of the previous photos. The result is so cool."

Marissa seemed to think for a moment. Looks like Marissa is a little interested in Siska's proposal.

"Gue wants dong, you take photos. Ntar send it to me." Marissa.

"Ready, I print ntar." Siska happily welcomes Marissa's request.

"In the meantime, I'll make up first."

"okay." Siska nodded with a smile.

Not long after Marissa returned to the living room wearing peach-colored floral dress. A little sweep of natural make up, adding to the beauty of the pregnant woman.

With Siska's direction, Marissa did some poses. And the result made him smile wide.

"Gue send ya, ntar lo look around first. Choose which one you want to print. Ntar lo stay to say." Siska sent some of the photo files that were successfully taken to Marissa.

~Hopefully can treat your longing same prospective child lo.~ Siska.

Apparently the woman sent it to Tomi too. That man must be very happy.

~Thanks really yes, Sis. This photo means so much to me. Photos of my son and his mother.~ Tomi.

~Marissa looks really pretty.~ Tomi.

~Aura bumil is indeed fascinating.~ Siska.

~Hopefully you can gather with your child and also his mother later.~ Siska.

~Aamiin... thank you very much, Sis.~ Tomi.

~Iya both. Just relax, as long as you do not forget the transaction, wkwkwk~ Siska.

~Beres if it is.~ Tomi.

"Sis, who are you chattingan?" Marissa asked full of questions.

"It's, like, pound me, ask for ice cream, chocolate, kebabs, same cupcake." Answer Siska a little. Fortunately, the son of his brother can be made an excuse.

"Much very? Can he eat that much?" Ask Marissa.

"Or, you know that the tantenya is the payday." Siska's voice interspersed with light laughter.

"If the problem is bad, his mother must follow it too. My brother likes it, wants snacks but his son told me to send a delivery order. Let it be free said." This time the reason Siska wasn't entirely a lie, but it was her brother's custom that way. He named his son to get free snacks from him.

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