The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 80

Tomi rubbed the screen of the phone which showed a picture of Marissa who was smiling widely. That girl is so beautiful. A speck of clear grain forcibly breaks through while the net sees a photo of the USG baby candidate.

"My son." Sluggishly. His thumb gently rubbed the picture.

"Papa's son." The tears fell again with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Papa, son. Because of Papa's mistake, you're in a difficult position."

"Maybe Papa is not the man your Mama loves, but believe me if you are a child that Papa loves and loves."

"Papa always pray, may we be united. Though not in perfect family ties, without Mama. You and Papa. Papa will fight for you, dear." Tomi rubbed her wet eyes. The smile did not fade from his lips.

"Help Papa, honey. Help Papa convince your Mama, if Papa deserves to be your Papa. Not another man."

Tomi put the flat thing back. The man went to the bathroom, but the ringing of the cell phone interrupted his intention.

"Siska?" Mumbled.

Soon he received a call from a friend during his college. His premonition says if what Siska is going to say has anything to do with Marissa, the mother of her child.

"Hello."

"Tomi, I have some shocking news." Tomi knitted her eyebrows together, listening to Siska without further ado, not even answering her greeting.

"Surprising news? What's?" Ask Tomi curiously.

"Marissa resigned from the office." Siska.

"Resign?" Repeated Tomi make sure.

"Yes, he told me that he resigned about two weeks ago." Siska.

"Then, why? Did he say anything?" Tomi feels strange, because the reason Marissa maintains her content is to get Rama. But now Marissa resigns from Rama's company.

I heard a rough breath from across there.

"Marissa said she wanted to avoid Rama."

"Avoid, what do you mean? Isn't he in love with his boss?"

"Yes, you really are. Marissa love Rama. But what I understand here, avoid Marissa, is not to avoid staying away, but rather to make Rama feel guilty for what he ever did to Marissa." Siska.

Siska told me what she heard directly from Marissa earlier. What he did with Rama.

"Gue's scared, Tom. I'm afraid that if Marissa's plan fails, she'll do a lot more recklessly." Siska's voice began to tremble.

"Lo knows for himself how desperate Marissa is. I was afraid that he would harm one of them. Whether it was Rama, the child in his womb, or even himself." Siska said what she was worried about.

Tomi rubbed her face rough. Justifying what Siska said just now. Don't let that happen.

"Then, what now? Do you have any ideas?" Tomi's mind was so messed up, that it was unable to think clearly.

"For now, we follow the flow. We have to make sure Marissa's condition. We'll keep an eye on his movements. I think it's easier this time, because Marissa is home more. If he was in the office, I could no longer imagine how close he was. The interaction between him and Rama will be even more intense, and we're hard to keep an eye on." Tomi thinks Siska's idea isn't a bad idea.

"Okay, we'll do that first." Tomi agreed.

"Oh yes, Sis. Can I ask you a favor?"

"What?"

"Please buyin Marissa needs during pregnancy, I will fulfill all. The child in Marissa's womb is my responsibility. I don't want to until my son is lacking." Tomi said seriously. He just does not want if the prospective child lives a shortage, considering Marissa is now no longer working.

"Gue couldn't possibly give money for his needs, Marissa must have refused. You know how much he hates me. Think of this as a form of concern for friends. Always bring your needs when visiting. Maybe the nominal is not much, but I really hope, this is one way for me to unite with my flesh and blood." Tomi said seriously.

Siska knows how Tomi is. The man, a man who was so kind, sincere, very caring and responsible. As long as she was dating Marissa, Tomi always treated Marissa like a princess. It never gets rough. It will always remind you in a good way. They both ended their relationship in a good way.

"Okay, all right." Siska finally answered.

"Thank you Siska, thank you." Tomi said sincerely.

***

Hasna's cake shop has added a new branch. The restaurant has already begun construction. The plan will be two months away.

Rama is trying to finish his job. Do not let him leave the work that piles up during the holidays later. In a week, he always came home late.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Rama said when entering the house.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Hasna welcomed her husband's arrival with a smile on her face.

Hasna took Rama's hand to kiss him. The man sat leaning against the sofa of the living room, to simply remove the fatigue.

"Have a drink, Mas." Hasna placed a cup of warm drink in front of Rama.

The man took it and sipped it slowly. A warm feeling runs through the esophagus and stomach when drinking it. Rama was a little relaxed.

"Capek huh?" Hasna gently nibbled her husband's arm.

"Banget, no problem, for your sake." Rama poked his wife's nose.

"You take a shower, what do you eat first?" Hasna asked in between her massage.

"This week, I'm eating too much. My stomach will start to bulge soon." Complaints Rama. Hasna smiled hearing that.

"Emang why?" Ask Hasna.

"Ckk..it looks old to me." Grouser Rama.

"Why does Trus mas Rama want? Wanna fast? But yes, the fast is malem?" Canda Hasna's.

"At the very least, it is necessary to burn calories before going to bed, so as not to accumulate into fat."

Hasna nodded. True also, after injury, he never again saw Rama exercising. Almost two months.

The clock still shows the number nine, at least there is still a little time to burn calories. Then the woman moved. But Rama quickly pulled him over the lap.

"Mas Rama, it's nine o'clock." Sweat Hasna.

"Why indeed?" Rama inhaled deeply the distinctive aroma of his wife.

"Would you burn calories before going to bed?" Hasna reminded.

"Hmm."

"Then the spit, ntar do not hunt loh." Hasna tried to escape from Rama's embrace, but in vain. Rama hugged her too tightly.

"Glassman..." Whining Hasna.

"Hmmm..."

"Come, spit."

"That's why you're helping me exercise, huh?" Soft whisper.

Why did Hasna suddenly feel bad. Like there was something that required him to be vigilant.

"Because I want to exercise with you. We burn calories together." Now the whisper of the rama makes the fine feathers of Hasna bristle.

"What body?" Ask Hasna plain.

"Get the bed." Rama's whisper this time was accompanied by a wet kiss on the neck, which made Hasna refract her eyes perfectly.

Nah, right? Correct guess. It seems like Rama wants to repeat his honeymoon with Hasna like that time.

***

Rama stared at the beautiful face that was sleeping in his arms. This was the second time they had a long night together. Honestly, Rama always wanted to repeat it, but when remembering the face of his wife who endured the pain, he did not have the heart to ask for it.

But now, it seems like it will repeat itself. Hasna already looked more relaxed, not as stiff as at the beginning they did.

Hasna squirmed a little, perhaps feeling uncomfortable in her sleep. Rama slightly stretched his arms, and sure enough his wife went back to sleep comfortably.

Suddenly Rama remembered his conversation with Mama the other day. Mama warned herself not to make Hasna too tired. One of them made Hasna tired in bed.

If only Mama knew, if today was only the second time he did with Hasna, I don't know what response his mother would give.

Hasna squirmed again, and slowly her eyes opened. The handsome face of the husband, which he first saw.

"Mas Rama hasn't slept?" Hasna asked in a typical sound of waking up.

Hasna looked at the wall clock that had shown at one in the morning.

"Why awake?" Rama gently rubbed his innocent back behind the blanket.

"I want to go to the bathroom." Hasna was ready to get out of bed, but stopped.

"Why?"

"Shirt me..." Sluggishly. Rama smiled hearing that.

The man sat down and took the clothes of his wife lying in the corner of the bed. Slowly he helped Hasna put her clothes back on, making the woman blush. And Rama likes that.

"Want me to help you?" Rama asked as she went to the bathroom. Hasna shook her head with a stifled smile.

"Alright, don't be long, I'll wait for you longingly." Hasna looked at Rama for a moment. What the fuck, just being left to the bathroom can make you miss? So lebai.

Rama chuckled at the expression of his wife. Sometimes he feels better when dealing with Hasna. But that way he can express his love for his wife.

***

After praying together, Hasna read several pieces of mushaf as usual. And Rama got a comfortable position, sleeping on the lap of the wife. His eyes were closed, but both ears faithfully listened to every chant that came out of his wife's mouth.

His heart is so peaceful. His life felt complete when Hasna was by his side. She always made him feel comfortable.

Rama felt a gentle rubbing on his face. Men squirm a little and force to open both eyes that are still comfortable to be closed.

"Yes..." Hasna rubbed her husband's handsome face again.

"Mas Rama's not going to the office?" Tanya Hasna who was still faithful rubbed gently the face of Rama.

"What time?"

"It's half seven."

Rama's eyes slightly squinted at the wall clock in his room. The feeling had just closed his eyes, but it was already this hour.

Rama moved from the pillow back into the lap of the wife. Buried his face in Hasna's stomach. Makes the woman feel ticklish.

"Mas, ticklish."

"Good morning, dear." Rama.

"What's Papa's son?" Hasna knitted her two eyebrows.

"Is he already in here?" Rama looked up at Hasna. His right hand gently rubbed the wife's stomach.

Hasna did not answer, only smiling at her. On her swab gently her husband's black mane. The woman stared at the husband's bead.

"Is he already in here?" Deuteronomy. Now he gives a soft kiss right in the stomach of the wife.

"You know, I just had a dream of cradling a baby in my lap. His clear eyes looked right at me. Is that a sign that she's already in here?" Rama said expectantly.

Is it true that Rama already wanted a descendant from him. If true, may Allah soon provide sustenance in the form of offspring as a complement to the happiness of his household with Rama.

***