The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 8

A painful shadow returned dancing Nari filled Rama's mind. The pain instantly rippled through the twenty-nine-year-old man. The pain, hate and anger of betrayal re-emerge and incise the wound.

Injured by the betrayal of the woman he loved so much. A woman who could leave him without saying goodbye, and be with someone else.

"How, honey?" mother Diana's voice made Rama refocus with their conversation.

"Yes, Rama agreed." An answer that was so smoothly heard, yet so heavy when he spoke.

Both of his parents were so relieved after hearing the answer given by the son.

"Mama is happy to hear that, you must be living happily." said his mother sincerely.

"Once in a while schedule your meeting, so you can get to know more closely."

Rama only responded with a forced smile. After that, no more talk was heard. They refocused on dinner.

***

The sky is dark with the stars that decorate it. A man stared blankly at the sky so brightly tonight.

Flashbacks

A couple were talking at a restaurant not far from the city center. A young man with a gaze so adoring towards the girl before him. A beautiful girl with all the simplicity she has.

Today is exactly three years they have been in a relationship. And exactly three years Rama, the young man accompanied the birthday celebration of Resty, the girl pujaan.

There is no special celebration, just a regular dinner accompanied by a mini cake that is wrapped in numbers three on top of it.

"I hope that our relationship will last forever. Until we grow old together." said Rama who was greeted with a sweet smile on Resty's lips.

"Never let go of our hands." Rama grabbed Resty's fingers sitting opposite him.

"I want our fingers linked forever. You will always be part of my journey. I want you to be with me until we age together." continued the young man.

A happy hue so radiated on the faces of the two.

"Does that mean you're gonna propose to me soon, baby?" resty asked at the sunyuma.

"Yes, I'll propose to you as soon as I get success. I'm starting my own business. So that I can be a man to be proud of. Wait for me." answered Rama with confidence.

With a nod of certainty, Resty answered Rama's words.

But their happiness did not last long. Three months later, Rama receives an invitation to a wedding in light purple which is delivered to his residence.

It was clearly imprinted that the name was inscribed with that gold ink. The name of the woman he loved. A woman who has promised to wait for her success. The woman who promised to accompany the old.

Even more surprised the name that was juxtaposed with her woman. The name of a man who was even more worthy of being called father. Rama knew him because the man was one of the papa's business relations.

Not waiting long, Rama immediately contacted Resty to resolve his curiosity. He wants to be sure of the truth. He was trying to fight for his love. But really what the girl said was able to hurt her pride as a man.

"Sorry Rama, I can't wait for you much longer. I need certainty. It will take too long to wait for success. There is a man who can make me have everything. Honour, happiness."

Resty's words really made him at the lowest point in his life. The woman who was expected to accompany him fought from scratch, betraying his trust.

I don't know since when, Resty knew the man he was going to make the husband of. Why did she move so quickly to another heart? Really, just thinking about it made his heart even more hurt.

The figure that was once warm, turned into a person so cold. The heart that was once full of love, was frozen.

Flashback.

Remembering it all made his heart throb pain. Although it was a long time ago, but the wound is still a wound. It will always work even if it has been five years.

Reflexes both his hands gripped firmly the balcony guardrail trellis, until his handbook book looked white. Jaw hardens. His breath sounds so heavy.

Silently Nayla watched her brother from behind the window curtain of her room. The girl knew what her brother was thinking now.

In the depths of his heart, he always prayed for the happiness of his brother. He missed the old Rama.

***

Praaakkk

Bruckk

Mr. Rusdi was unconscious after suddenly falling in the middle room. Marni hurriedly approached Mr. Mamat, the driver and security at the home of Rusdi's grandfather.

"Sir Mamat....papak..." said mbak Marni while pointing at the house. His breath was heard hunting with an ambiguous sounding speech.

"Mr, why Mama? Relax first, I do not understand." said Mr. Mamat

Marni momentarily adjusted her breathing before speaking again.

"Mr, falling. Now unconscious."

"Innalallahi... Where is Father now?" ask Mr. Mamat no less worried.

"It's in the middle."

The two immediately ran into the house. Not thinking long, Mr. Mamat who was helped by Marni immediately brought Grandpa to the Hospital.

"Sir, don't forget to tell Hasna. Slowly talk about it, let mbak Hasna not to panic" said Mr. Mamat while focusing on driving.

"Ouch... Looks like my phone missed." said Marni while patting her forehead softly.

"Just use my phone" said Mr. Mamat while handing his phone to the Marni Mbak who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Oh.iki piye anyway, the button is even running gini." grumbled the woman.

So panicked, he could not use his phone properly. After finding Hasna's contact, she immediately contacted her employer's granddaughter.

With great care, Marni told me the condition of grandfather. Choose the right word so as not until Hasna becomes overthinking.

"Innalillah.... What's grandpa's condition now, ma'am?" there was panic from Hasna's voice across the phone.

"Father is unconscious, madam. Now it's another trip to the hospital."

"Yes, Hasna will be there soon."

***

With a little wide stride, Hasna headed for the IGD where her grandfather got first aid.

The girl's feelings were mixed. But fear is so dominant.

The fear of losing those he loved so much, instantly danced to fill his mind.

Thirteen years ago, in front of the same room, he lost two people he loved so much. He does not want to if the events of the past happen again. He's really not ready.

Soon he tepis the bad thoughts that are lodged in his mind at this time. With a slight roughness he wiped away the trail of tears that started to bathe his two eyes.

"Mbak Marni, how is Grandpa? Why is it like this? What did the doctor say?" Hasna immediately flocked her domestic assistant with questions.

Mr. Mamat who was standing not far from Marni finally raised his voice. Because if in a state of panic like this, his partner will not be able to convey information properly.

"Sorry mbak, Mr. Rusdi suddenly fell in the middle room. Though previously he had time to read the newspaper in front while asking me to accompany. Now you are being treated by a doctor." replied Mr. Mamat carefully.

Ccleks...

His third attention was sidetracked when the door of the IGD room opened. A middle-aged doctor came out of the room. Doctor Hasan, the doctor who handled grandfather all this time.

"Doctor, how's my grandfather doing? What's he sick of?" asked Hasna impatiently.

"Sir Rusdi had a heart attack, and previously he had experienced it. His condition is dropping at the moment. We'll move it to the ICU so it can be monitored intensively. Pray, may he be well." replied the doctor calmly.

"Please do your best for my grandfather's doctor" he said with trembling lips.

Moments later, Grandpa was transferred to the ICU room to monitor his progress.

He asked Hasna to contact Andi's family. And it was a success to get Hasna back to bad thoughts. But there was no choice but to obey his grandfather's wishes.

Soon she contacted her future husband's family, maybe there was something her grandfather wanted to tell them.

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