The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 84

Hasna's heart felt squeezed strong. He hoped it was just a nightmare. And he wants to wake up from his sleep.

No, it's not a dream. It's a reality. The reality was so bitter when he had just tasted the sweetness of Rama's love.

Even just yesterday he was talking about children in their marriage. But now she is faced with the fact that there is another woman who is pregnant with her future husband's child.

Her pride as a wife seemed to be trampled. Not treated like a wife, maybe it can still be accepted, like at the beginning of their marriage. But this is exactly what he got. Her husband prefers other women besides her. Then, the sweet thing he had obtained almost two months ago, what does it mean?

"Ha...Hasna's..." Lirih Rama's.

The man realized the whereabouts of his wife. I don't know when she was standing at the door of her room.

All three stared, no one opened their voice.

"Hasna, I can explain everything." Rama. The man approached his wife.

Hasna remained silent, not one bit she wanted to answer the words of her husband.

"There's no need for you to explain anything to Ms. Hasna. He's just your distant relative, isn't he." Marissa.

"Close your mouth and go. Get out of here." Rama's words were full of emphasis.

The man tried to keep his emotions from exploding right then and there. It's an office, it's not appropriate for problems outside work to be solved here.

"Why did you throw me out? I deserve to be here. I'm entitled because I'm pregnant with your child." Marissa said.

"Stop your bullshit, Marissa." Bentak Rama's.

"I'm not talking nonsense, Rama. This is your son. Maybe you forgot about it, but I never slept with anyone but you." Marissa said convincingly.

Silence is so torturous. That was what Hasna felt at this moment. Listening to the debate of two people in front of him, even made the woman even more trampled on her self-esteem.

Hasna walked closer to the two.

Plaakkp...

One slap landed on the left cheek of the woman who claimed to have been pregnant with her husband's child.

Both Marissa and Rama were shocked by Hasna's actions. Even Rama never thought if his wife would do that. When facing Resty back then, Hasna only attacked Resty with words. But with Marissa, the calm woman chose to raise her hand.

The face of the woman in the blue veil was very calm, although in fact her heart was so hurt. He does not want to express his frustration to the wrong people. Think of it as a slap just now is a form of a reminder for women who can not keep their honor.

Marissa rubbed the cheek that felt numb because of Hasna's slap that was quite hard. The woman stared at Hasna. Marissa did not accept being treated so by women who only had the status of a distant relative of Rama.

"You slapped me? You know, I'm pregnant with a potential successor to the Suryanata family? I will never forgive you. You're nobody here. So go, don't interfere in our business." Marissa was full of emotion.

"Yes, you're right. I'm nobody." Hasna said, turning to Rama, making the man unable to say anything.

"Just think that slap was a reminder. Reminders to be an honorable woman. The woman who will keep her honor for her husband, not for another man." Hasna's voice was so calm as she said it. Though in his heart was turbulent holding anger, resentment, disappointment, also hate.

Hasna's words just hit both mentally. Rama closed both his eyes. The man did not have the guts to look at his wife.

How no. At the age of four months of marriage, never once did he make Hasna happy.

Honestly, she began to love Hasna as a wife. Even just for a moment they felt the sweetness of marriage. But why at the same time a problem of this magnitude comes to destroy everything. It was like a time bomb to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sorry, I came at an inopportune time. Sorry, I've been interrupting your time." Hasna's voice held back the vibration of her voice.

After saying that, Hasna immediately left Rama's room. He even touched his ears when Rama called him.

He immediately entered the elevator when the door opened. The tears that he had been holding back from before finally broke out. It's so tight.

after reaching the ground floor, he immediately headed for the parking lot. He doesn't want to linger here. He doesn't want to hurt anymore.

"Mak Hasna." Call Ivan, who just happened to be done with work outside.

Immediately he rubbed the rough tears that were still standing. Don't let others know it's not okay.

After taking a deep breath, he arranged a smile to hide his current feelings.

"Sir Ivan, how are you?" Say it with a smile as natural as possible.

"good. Ma'am Hasna there needs to be the same Mr Rama?" Ask Ivan.

Apparently the man accidentally saw a little tear left in the corner of Hasna's eyes.

"Our business is done. Excuse me. Assalamu'alaikum." The woman left Ivan, without waiting for the young assistant to return his greetings.

"Wa'alaikum salam." - Ivan.

From the way Hasna spoke, it seemed that the woman was avoiding her. I don't know.

The man entered after Hasna's car disappeared behind the gate.

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Rama's emotions are already in the crown, and ready to explode at any time. Suppose that he faced a woman, he would have given raw bogem without further ado. Marissa is a woman, she doesn't deserve physical violence against her former secretary. My mother and sister are women. It would be a shame if he did. So he let Hasna slap Marissa like that. Rama thinks that's enough to help Marissa stop her bullshit.

Rama stared intently at the woman who was still holding her reddish cheeks. Hasna's slap was quite strong and left a red trace on Marissa's cheek.

"I don't accept being treated like this. He's too presumptuous to interfere in our affairs. I want you to throw him out." There was a protest from Marissa's mouth.

"You deserve to be treated that way." Reply Rama indifferently.

"Rama, I'm pregnant with your child. You should've protected me, for our son." Marissa said a little higher.

"He's not my son. He's your son. Why would I bother protecting a woman like you?" Rama's index finger is pointed right in Marissa's stomach, and the woman alternately.

"Rama, I could have sworn that this is your son. Didn't you see this kid's age in the USG results. There it says if my gestational age is only one month." The woman is still insistent.

Rama smiled slantingly to Marissa. The man walked back to his desk. His face looked a little calm now.

"You're so sure, if that kid is my son."

"This is your son, Rama. I'm not lying. I just want you to give her a confession. He's innocent." Sucking back from Marissa's lips.

"Well, I'll admit if it's really my son. I'll give her my name, if she's really my flesh and blood." Marissa smiled broadly at hearing that. His hand gently rubbed the slightly protruding stomach behind the dress.

"Look, honey. Mommy told you, if Daddy would acknowledge you as his son." Marissa spoke with her stomach rubbed.

Rama smiled and heard it. It felt like he wanted to throw Marissa with a pile of files on his desk. But it's a pity, it's important files. It could lead to losses later.

Rama took the cell phone that he had put on his desk. After fiddling with it for a while, Rama put it back on the table.

"Sir Dirga, sorry. Can I ask you something?"

Rama's voice was heard, apparently the man was listening to a voice recording on Marissa.

"Please, Mr. Rama. We can talk casually."

Now the voice of Mr. Dirga is heard, they are talking.

"Sorry, what before our meeting today, Mr. Dirga made an appointment through my secretary?"

"No, why, Mr Rama? Is there something?"

"No, Sir. I'm just making sure I don't miss an appointment with you. For the past two days I have not been in the office. I just feel bad if the previous meeting was on the reschedule."

"For three days, we had business outside the city, Mr. Rama. That's why we have a new meeting today."

Marissa's face looked stiff.

(Silent, only the sound of spoons, forks are also plates that are clashing)

"Mr Mala, may I ask for help. Sorry if it's a hassle."

"Please, Mr. Rama. What can I help you with?"

There was a woman's voice, definitely the voice of Mr. Dirga's secretary.

"Emm.actually I do not feel good to say it, because it will trouble the mother later, and seem unprofessional in working."

"It's okay, Mr. Rama. You don't have to be shy. If I can help, I will gladly help Mr. Rama."

"Sorry, can I ask for a copy of the file discussion of cooperation points that we discussed today? I mean, there are some points that I have not had time to put in the list. Usually I always take my assistant or secretary, but for this time both are in trouble. So, I'm a little troubled. I beg for his help. So that nothing goes wrong in the future."

"Ah, well, Mr. Rama. You don't have to worry about it, I understand that. It would be very troublesome if you do not bring an assistant or secretary when there is an important meeting like now. I will send you via email soon."

"Thank you very much, Miss Mala. I apologize once again, because for this meeting I was a little late to make Mr. Dirga and Ms. Mala wait for me."

"Ah, Mr. Rama, there is no need to take that for us. We invited Mr. Rama also in advance and just reminded him two hours ago. We can understand if Mr. Rama's schedule is very tight. Especially the position of Mr. Rama as a leader who must be very busy."

"Mr, it could be."

"I'm sorry, because I got word from Ivan, because Marissa happened to be on leave, so maybe she just told Ivan a while before I got here. Especially the changing meeting place."

Marissa's heart was forced to beat faster. Even his hands were squeezing each other.

"Sorry, Sir. I did invite Mr. Rama through Mr. Ivan. So I think we were too sudden when we recalled this meeting. So forgive us. And as for the place, I guess, we don't change it."

"So not Marissa? Sorry, I think Miss Mala called Marissa on leave. So chances are, Marissa's a little late delivering this message through Ivan."

"No, Sir. I never contacted Mr Rama's secretary. Because I always contact Mr. Ivan directly if there is a message from Mr. Dirga."

"Once again I apologize, maybe I also misheard when Ivan said the meeting place that I thought was different. Maybe it was me who was unfocused when Ivan delivered it."

"It's okay, Mr. Rama. Just relax. We work together not just this once, no. So I understand very well Mr. Rama.

Marissa's face grew pias after the recording ended.

"What do you think, what name do I deserve to give to prospective children, who supposedly said my child? Do you have any ideas?" Rama said casually. Mocking more precisely.

Marissa looked stiff. Rama took his cell phone back. Then put it back. Marissa can see clearly, scene by scene on the screen of the phone. His breath seemed to stop. The woman looked agitated, not even daring to look at Rama at all.

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