The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 81

"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 the lap. 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.

"I can't wait to hold her in both hands." Rama held out both hands. Even the concentrated bead was emitting a happy twinkle.

"May God give us faith, ma'am." Hasna.

"Aamiin's." Rama tightened his arms again.

"Do you know if the do'a should be accompanied by effort?" Hasna nodded slowly.

"Every time I finish praying, I always slip the do'a so that we get offspring. And now.dead of how we work." Hasna knitted her eyebrows together, trying to digest her husband's words.

Rama's view as giving code to Hasna. But it seems like the woman is less sensitive to these kinds of things.

"How's it?" Ask rama expectantly.

"What?" Hasna asked back.

"Our husbands?" Now Hasna is silent.

"Close to." Rama hinted that Hasna would lean more and more into her body.

"How do we try to get offspring? That's what I'm asking." Lirih Rama, make Hasna blush.

"We've only tried it twice, I think it's less than the maximum." Hasna could not help but smile, until her cheeks met red.

"Look how this pink hue adorns your face. Makes you more beautiful in my eyes. But don't show it in front of other men. Because I'm sure they won't be able to resist the charm of Rama Suryanata's wife." Rama's words made him laugh.

"Don't ever leave me, Hasna." His thumb rubbed gently on Hasna's cheek.

"How many times have I told you, I will not leave Mas Rama, unless Mas Rama asks me to leave."

"Keep standing beside me. Never let go of this hand. Although not always warm you feel. But keep walking by my side. I love you so much, Hasna." Rama clasped his wife's hand.

Rama's words made Hasna remember someone's words, but she could not remember who. But clearly, the words of Rama just now, was no stranger to his ears. Someone had said that to him before. But who?

***

Siska visited Marissa several times with a lot of hands. As Tomi asks, Siska spends the money Tomi gave her for her best friend's needs.

"Honestly, I feel like I'm taking too much. Every time you come here, you must bring a lot of souvenirs like this." Marissa.

Marissa felt bad for Siska. Although they were friends for a long time, Marisa felt that Siska's attitude was a little excessive. I don't know what Siska brought this time. Two days ago, Siska brought two cribs of pregnant milk, complete with healthy snacks for pregnant women.

"Whatever the hell, who's the same?" Siska took out her luggage.

Bread, fruit salad, fresh fruits, yogurt, as well as some snacks, lined up neatly on a small dining table in Marissa's kitchen. Siska arrange fruits and yogurt into the refrigerator.

"Sis, tomorrow-tomorrow if you come here, you don't have to take it like a ginian anymore." Marissa is not feeling well.

"Gue doesn't work, but I still have savings." Reciprocity.

"Okay, Sa. I'm not the same attention lo, but the same candidate pounded me." Siska gently rubbed Marissa's stomach which began to look slightly bloated.

"Oh, so that's it. Just watch out for the watchful." Canda Marissa with a cynical tone.

"Yes, her mother is quite nervous I'm talking about." Answer Siska.

Both are laughing. The two women chatted while enjoying the fruit salad that Siska brought. Many things Marissa told me, including about Rama. And this makes Siska have to be vigilant.

***

At Suryanata's residence, Mama, who was assisted by Nayla, checked the list of invitations they would distribute. The wedding is less than ten days away, so they must immediately solve the invitation problem, lest anyone be missed.

"This is for all Papa's business relations, this one belongs to Kak Rama." Apparently Nayla had sorted out the invitation and put it in small boxes.

"You've got Papa, let's not taper have Rama." Pinta Mom.

"Mama take it easy, Nay already give the name in each box. So it's safe." Nayla.

The girl seemed enthusiastic about preparing the wedding of the older brother. After yesterday preparing the souvernir for the invited guests.

"Ma, this is invited only family, relatives, business relations brother Rama, Papa, the same friends Mama doang? Hasna's mom doesn't tell anyone?" Nayla asked on the back of her job.

"Hasna doesn't have anyone else, honey. So I guess no one was invited." Answer Mama.

"Don't Hasna have any friends?"

"Friends are there, but let Hasna be the one who's invited." Mama said doubtfully.

"If so, Nay split one box for friends Mbak Hasna, yes." Mama nodded. So Nayla set aside an invitation box that did not have the name of the recipient.

"Ma, what if I'm ngundang Bian, can't you, Ma?" Tanya Nayla hesitated.

Mama stopped her work, then looked at Nayla.

"Nay just wanted to, so that Bian knew that Mbak Hasna really his wife Kak Rama." Nayla said without the need for Mama to ask her why.

"Are you sure Bian still sends something to Hasna?" Mama asked full of investigation, because all this time she considered if her daughter's friend had not disturbed her daughter-in-law anymore.

"Udah no, Ma. Since the incident at the mall at that time, Bian sebet story that he had no hope anymore. Broken her heart." Nayla said, and laughed at the end of her sentence. My mom responded with a smile.

"So Rama doesn't know a place. It's a public place, play sosor, in front of other people." Nayla Cibir.

"Yes, you know yourself, if your brother is the type of person who does not like pleasantries, let alone the situation is not favorable to him." Mama returned to continue her work.

True also said Mama, but did not play sosor live also times. If it is not because of an unfortunate situation, but rather take a chance in the interest.

***

Hasna is helping Rama get ready for office. The woman tidied back the tie that encircled the husband's neck.

"I told Mama that we're going to go home at lunchtime to pick up the invitation." Rama. The man's hands were wrapped around his wife's waist.

"Done." Hasna.

"Thank you, dear." Rama landed a brief kiss on Hasna's left cheek.

"Udah, not much. Looks like, later let me go to Mama's house get an invitation. All of you want to take between the decks, which is in the same direction as Mas Rama's office. Just be practical." Hasna.

"Okay, I'm up to you, honey."

Hasna's cheeks were warmed up every Rama called her by the title of Darling.

"Let's have breakfast first." Bring Hasna. Both went down for breakfast.

***

Before going to the office, Rama delivered Hasna first to Mama's house. As planned, Hasna would deliver the invitation a short distance away.

"Well, Rama said you're here for lunch?" Mama asked Hasna who kissed the back of her hand.

"The plan is that, Ma. But to save time, Hasna will send you a whopping invitation here. All the way to the Rama office later." Hasna.

"Let's take Mr. Yanto aja, huh?" Hasna nodded in agreement.

Mama asked two ART men to lift the box containing Rama's invitation and put it in the car.

"This is one box for your friends, because there is no list that you love with Mama or Nayla. So, Mama split up the same one that already has an address." Mama took out a box that Nayla had prepared yesterday.

"Yes, thank you, Ma. All the way, Hasna intervenes." Hasna.

After talking for a while, Hasna said goodbye to Mama-in-law.

"You don't get too tired, honey." Mama rubbed gently Hasna's arm.

"Yes, Ma." Hasna kissed Mama's hand to say goodbye.

"Be careful, dear."

"Yes, Ma. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Hasna got into the car that was driven by Mr. Yanto. Hasna asked to be delivered to the late Grandpa's house first to deliver her wedding invitation.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Sounds from inside the house.

Hasna looked around the house that looked beautiful. No change at all. It was the same as the last time he visited.

"Oh Allah, Miss Hasna." Ma'am Marni said.

"O Allah, how are you, Ms Hasna? Long time no here." Reciprocity.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy. Marni how are you?" The woman hugged Hasna.

"Healthy, Ma'am. Oh, my God." The woman seemed to be smiling.

Marni's mother already considers Hasna like her own sister. Hasna loves her son.

"If there's time, come yes, Ma'am." Hasna handed over her wedding invitation to Ms. Marni.

"Whose invitation is this, Ma'am?" Marni appeared to be flipping through the invitation in her hands.

"Invitation of Hasna with Mas Rama. We just had a reception." Answer Hasna.

"Oh my God, Ma'am." Mom Marni's eyes instantly felt condensed.

"I was the same keinget as the late Father, Mother." He rubbed the corner of his eye. Hasna smiled faintly hearing him.

"Well grandfather, may you have the most beautiful place by God's side. Pray also Hasna, may our marriage be blessed and blessed by Allah."

"Aamiin.certainly, Ma'am, definitely." Said Marni on the sidelines.

After from the house of Mbak Marni, Hasna plans to the house of Mr. Hamid. His house is only three houses away from the house of Mbak Marni.

"Sir Yanto just wait here. I'll just take a minute." Said Mr. Yanto who was enjoying a cup of warm tea on the terrace of Mbak Marni's house.

"Don't want to be delivered, Nope?" Ask Mr. Yanto.

"No need, sir. You rest here first. Deket's house. It's only three houses away from here." Cut fine Hasna.

"Yes already, Ma'am. Careful."

Hasna immediately headed to the house of Mr. Hamid, not to forget also souvenirs for the family. Hasna felt the phone in her bag vibrate. The woman checked who was calling her. Apparently, Rama.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum, Mas."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, dear." It seems like Rama is getting used to the call.

"Where is it?" Ask Rama.

"Must be from Marni's house. This is going to Mr. Hamid's house." Hasna has arrived in front of Mr. Hamid's house.

"Mas, I'm matiin first, yeah. This is in front of Mr. Hamid's house. I'll call again."

"Okay, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Hasna put her phone back in the bag.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Hail Hasna, but there was no answer from inside.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Hasna knocked back on the door.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." It finally sounds good from within.

Someone who had just opened the door, stared fixedly at Hasna's appearance from head to toe.

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