The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 82

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. Hasna followed the gaze of someone before her, who seemed to judge how she looked. And that makes Hasna, a little uncomfortable.

"Hasna, huh?" He spoke with his index finger pointing right in front of Hasna. The woman nodded, then smiled.

"God, I did not know. Come in, come in." Open the door wide, so that the beautiful woman can enter.

"Sit, Na." Hasna sat in the chair by the door.

"God, long time no see, the more beautiful you are, Na." The compliment.

Dimas, Hasna's peer since childhood. They always attended the same school until High School. It's just their fate is different. After High School Hasna prefers to continue his education and restart the business that his parents had run. While Dimas, the man prefers to wander in another city, in order to support his family, because he is the backbone of the family. Mr. Hamid and his wife are already very old, and he has a younger brother who has now sat in the ninth grade.

Almost three years of not meeting, a lot of changes to the young man. The last time they met was three years ago. At that time Dimas still looks like a mostly young man. His posture is high but his body shape is ordinary.

But now, Dimas seemed to incarnate like an adult male with a more contained body shape. Even the muscles in his arms were clearly imprinted. Plus the typical Indonesian skin color, adds to the masculine impression.

"You can be Dimas." Hasna just smiled in response.

That smile, the smile that Dimas always missed. The woman in front of him is getting more beautiful. In the past, Dimas had a taste for Hasna. But the young man didn't have enough guts to say it. Moreover, he knew very well how Hasna and her family. Enough for Dimas to admire Hasna in silence.

Dimas once determined, when he succeeds later, he will make his childhood friend as his life companion. Not because the appearance of the woman is beautiful, but because of the nature and personality Hasna that made him fall in love. However, fate was not on his side. The woman now belongs to another man. Maybe Hasna is not a match for him.

"I heard from Grandpa, you're married, huh?" Ask Dimas.

"Alhamdulillah, already. You when?" Answer Hasna.

Dimas smiled broadly at Hasna's question, revealing dimas on both cheeks.

"God willingly as soon as possible." Answer Dimas.

"Alhamdulillah, tell me, yes." Hasna was happy to hear that.

"God willing, if his soul mate has met." Kekeh Dimas's.

Hasna shook her head with laughter. Dimas is still the same young man. Just like twenty years they were friends.

Hasna pulled out an invitation from her bag. He put it on the table and slightly pushed it in front of Dimas.

"If there's time, come, yes. Take Mr. Hamid, Madah, and Rian." Hasna.

Dimas took the invitation before him and read it at a glance. Hasna's name is also a man there.

"This?" Dimas raised the invitation in his hand.

"We just had the opportunity to do the reception. We were married shortly before Grandpa died." Answer Hasna. Dimas knew it was from the decline of Grandpa.

"Your presence means so much to me. You're like family to me." Dimas smiled hearing that.

Hasna's family is a good family. Both of Hasna's parents always treated her as well as Rian well. Even when Hasna's parents died, Dimas felt lost. Likewise with Grandpa Rusdi, he considers himself the same as his own grandson. Hasna's family indeed occupies a special place in her heart.

"In the garden yes, Dimas." Hasna said expectantly.

"Goddessa, Hasna. God willing I'll do it." Dimas.

To Hasna, Dimas was like a big brother. He always felt protected when he was with Dimas. Especially when sitting in High School. Her friends are so free between men and women. However, if Dimas was beside her, it was made sure his male friends would stay away by themselves. Because Dimas was quite influential in their school first.

Still very clear in memory, every time they leave school, Grandpa always advised Dimas to take care of his favorite grandson.

"Yes, I said yes." Hasna moved from her seat.

"Astaghfirullah, Hasna. I forgot to give you something." Dimas patted his forehead softly. Why did he forget the important thing to entertain his guests?

"It's okay, Dimas. I guess who's the same." Hasna.

Hasna took something from inside her bag and handed it to Dimas.

"What's this?" Dimas asked with an envelope in his hand.

"Nitip for Rian. Not much, but good luck, yeah." Sincere Hasna.

"I don't really feel good about you, Na. I was able to provide for my family, including Rian. You don't have to bother like this." Reject Dimas. The man pushed back the envelope in front of Hasna.

"Rian is like my own brother. It's okay dong, if you give snacks to him." Hasna said without intending to take back what she had been given.

"Where is your husband? Does he know?" Hasna frowned a little.

"Women who are married, if spending their property, the husband should also know. Not to be a problem later on. Including where this money will be." Said Dimas reminding. The man just did not want if Hasna's husband misunderstood later.

"You just calm down. This is my personal money. And Rama knew it before. So I'll make sure he's ridho if I give it to Rian." Then the woman smiled.

Dimas nodded small. There is no reason to refuse Hasna.

"Alright then, I accept. I'll make sure this money is used for good." Dimas.

"Well, if so, excuse me. Assalamu'alaikum." Hasna cupped her hands together in front of her chest. And Dimas did the same.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Dimas tailed behind Hasna. Watching the woman until she disappeared behind the fence of Mbak Marni's house.

***

"Where else are we going, Non?" Ask Mr. Yanto from behind the wheel.

"To the restaurant first, sir. Bring Rama lunch." Answer Hasna.

"Sir Yanto eat first." Say Hasna before getting out of the car.

"No, no." Reject mr. Yanto.

"It's lunch time, sir. Later the plan, Mas Rama and I will be ajakin Pak Yanto around the city for an invitation. That's why the energy is filled first." Canda Hasna, who made the Suryanata family driver smile.

Mr. Yanto finally agreed and walked after Hasna. Hasna asked one of her employees to serve Mr. Yanto. And he himself went straight to the manager's room.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Lake in." Sounds authentic from within.

Hasna opened the door immediately. Hamzah was busy with a flat screen in front of him. The man stood up reflexively when he found out Hasna was knocking on his room.

"Mac Hasna?"

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Hamzah." Hasna cupped her hands together in front of her chest.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, please sit down, Ma'am." Hamza invited the woman to sit down.

"Thank you." Say Hasna with a smile.

"Mbak Hasna don't be like that, I'm so bad. The boss here is Mbak Hasna, not me." Hamzah said.

Hasna just smiled, and put down the one invitation box that she had been carrying.

"Mas Hamzah, Hasna asked for help, yes. Please share with the other friends." Hasna.

"What is this, Ma'am?" Show Hamzah.

"Invitation. I can open it."

Hamzah opened the box with the invitation, then took one. The man looked shocked as he read the name of his bride.

"This is Miss Hasna getting married?" Hamzah did not believe it. Even the man repeatedly read the name written on the invitation.

"Please, Mom." Hasna.

"Sir, is this serious, Miss Hasna married?" It seems Hamzah still doesn't believe it.

How not, as long as he knew Hasna, never once did he see the beautiful woman close to the man. Suddenly, news of the wedding came. How surprising.

But a few weeks ago, he had heard of his female friends in charge of the kitchen, if Hasna cooked herself food to be served to a man. Is that maybe her husband?

"Yes, Mas Hamzah." Hasna's remarks allowed.

"So what my friends have said is actually dong. Ms. Hasna once cooked herself a dish for men. So that man is Miss Hasna's candidate?" The man is still trying to be sure.

"No, he's my husband. Not a husband." Error Hasna.

"Eh, what do you mean?" Hamza looks confused. Hasna was delivering the wedding invitations, but the woman said the man her friends saw at the restaurant was her husband.

"We've been married for almost three months."

"Astaghfirullah, why didn't I know, huh?" Hamzah patted his forehead slowly.

"Yes, because our marriage was sudden, before Grandpa died."

"Stand, break. Is it possible that the man who helped usher Mr. Rusdi's body into the grave at the funeral?" Hasna nodded, then smiled.

Hamzah did see the presence of foreign men at Hasna's grandfather's funeral. But it was unexpected that it was Hasna's husband.

"Waaahhh.Our hearts are broken, Ma'am." Gurau Hamzah by placing both hands on the left chest.

"Mas Hamzah, you can do it the most." Keve Hasna.

"Please help, Mom."

"Ready, get it done." Said Hamzah while giving a warrior salute to Hasna.

***

And now, Hasna's goal is Rama's office. The woman seemed excited to step her foot. In her hand was a paper bag containing a special lunch for her husband.

Hasna headed straight for the seventh floor where Rama's room was. A woman, about in her thirties, was busy typing something on a laptop keyboard. Stranger woman, Hasna had never seen the woman before. It's usually Marissa who sits at that table. Could it be a new secretary?

"Sorry, Mr Rama is in the room?" Ask Hasna politely.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Have you had an appointment before?" Ask the formally dressed woman is no less polite. Hasna shakes.

"Sorry, then you can't meet with Mr. Rama." The woman refused Hasna's arrival subtly.

"Emmm...can I wait here?" Hasna pointed to the long chair in front of Rama's room. The woman seemed doubtful.

"I need to be important, same Mr. Rama." Hasna said a little urgently. He could have gone straight in, but he still had ethics. Will not enter without the consent of the owner of the room, even if it is her husband.

"But, Mr. Rama still has guests." She said to Hasna.

"Not what, I'll wait."

Finally, the new secretary Rama also let Hasna sit in the waiting chair facing her desk.

***

A little heart gymnastics yok, let's be healthy.

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