The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 86

"Sir, stop in front." Pinta Hasna's.

After circling for almost two hours, he finally asked the online taxi driver to stop as well. The city park was her choice.

"Sorry, it's been a hassle. It's more sustenance for Father." Hasna gave the driver a few hundred thousand bills.

"Pay accordingly, Neng." The taxi driver only takes the money in accordance with the nominal stated on the argometer.

"But I've been troubling you by asking you to go around in circles is unclear." Hasna really felt bad about that driver.

"It's okay, Neng. I saw this Neng so remember my son." Said Mr. driver.

"Then this is for your son." Hasna did not pull her hand at all.

"The son of the Father no longer needs the treasures of the world, Neng." Answer the driver with a smile. The wrinkled-looking face looked at Hasna from the mirror center.

"I mean, Sir?"

"The father's son died a year ago."

"Innalilahi, forgive me." Hasna felt guilty asking the son of the driver.

"It's okay, Neng. Maybe it's the line." The middle-aged man's face looked calm.

"Then please accept. I give in the name of my daughter. God willing will weigh the scales later." Hasna still insisted that the money be accepted.

"God, Neng. Just this time you drove a passenger who was so generous like this Neng. Then you accept. May this kindness of Neng be reciprocated by Allah. And all Neng's affairs are given ease." Said the driver sincerely.

"Aamiin.hopefully yes, sir. Thanks again." Hasna immediately got off after the driver received the money.

It was still late afternoon, many people were passing by in the park that Hasna was visiting at this time. Hasna took a place away from the crowd. He wants to be alone now. He needs to think clearly before taking a step.

The shady-eyed woman sat on a long chair that no one occupied. There was only one man sitting behind her. Because it just so happens that the park chairs turn against each other. Only one shade tree in the middle.

Many times the woman inhaled deeply, trying to reduce the tightness that gripped her chest tightly. This afternoon incident really made his world dark for a moment. There is no place to lean now but Rama. But the man actually made him feel pain in the heart.

"This is your son. Maybe you forgot about it, but I never slept with anyone but you."

Marissa's words were still echoing in her hearing. Many times Hasna shook her head, as if rejecting the thing she had just known. Is that true, if her husband has a child from another woman? Clear circles back dripping wet both cheeks.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim." Many times the lips spoke Istighfar.

If if it were true, there was another woman who bore her husband's seed, then what would she do? He has no one else in this world.

"Whatever happens, keep believing in me. Whatever happens, never leave me. Promise me, Hasna."

When her heart was filled with excitement, Hasna suddenly remembered the words of her husband. Even the same word Rama said many times to him. Was this what her husband said at the time?

Hasna wiped away the tears that still bathed her shady eyes. It can't be allowed to drag on. Rama is her husband. She had to believe what her husband would say later. He had promised to believe and not leave Ramah, no matter what.

Clear thread back drips. After all, the events of today had completely torn his heart apart. Be ill. Bemoan.

There was such a great inner upheaval in his chest. The female side refused to believe what Rama was going to say. But the side as a wife demands her to give her husband trust. But clearly, he needed some time to calm down and think clearly at the moment.

"O Allah, I give all these things to you. Give the best way to our household." Sluggishly.

Hasna slowly raised her face, while a pair of male legs were standing right in front of her. It is seen from the shoes he wears.

"Hasna?" Wiry of that man.

"Mas Kevin?" Hasna threw away her gaze and quickly wiped the remaining tears on both of her cheeks.

Kevin's heart felt pain when he saw the face that he had been desperately trying to forget, teary-eyed. He wanted to take the woman into his arms. Gently rubbed his wet cheeks. But he has no power over it.

"You, why did you get here?" Kevin asked, considering this place is far from restaurants, also Hasna's place of business. It must be far away from where the woman lives.

"ee... Me, I had a little business in the area around here." Hasna said reasoned. Not to forget he wears a smile, which seems forced.

Her lips looked beautiful when she smiled like this, but her eyes did not radiate joy. The eyes were as if dim. Cloudy tangled in both of his pelupuk.

"Can you sit?"

As usual, Hasna would not immediately answer if her position was not comfortable. Being with other men is not a good choice. Especially with his current condition.

Kevin sat far away on Hasna's right side. She glimpsed the woman in silence with the tail of her eyes. There were several breaths of long breath and rough gusts. Both of them were silent without a word.

"Are you alone?" Kevin tried to break the silence between them.

"Ti.no."

"Who together? Your husband?" Kevin spread his gaze around, figuring out who was with Hasna at the moment.

Hasna was silent, not intending to answer. And don't look at Kevin.

"Mas Kevin why is he here?" Hasna tried to divert the conversation.

"Every afternoon I come here. And after the maghrib prayer, I just got home. The park is one way by the way home."

"This place I choose to forget you, Hasna. But why did you come here? As if I wasn't allowed to forget all about you."

The answer Kevin gave was pretty clear. There is no question because the man got here. Maybe he was too far away looking for a place to calm down.

"Mas Kevin, sorry. Looks like I'll be home soon. My husband will be home soon." Hasna tried to reason so that she could leave this place immediately.

The woman quickly moved, and her steps came to a halt as Kevin reopened his voice.

"I know you're not okay. Is it because of that guy?" Terka Kevin's.

Hasna looked at Kevin with a dislike. He doesn't like someone who meddles in his personal affairs too far. But the current circumstances, it would be completely unintentional if Kevin found out.

"No." Keto. But in a split second, the expression Hasna showed turned soft, even the woman was seen smiling faintly.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. Assalamu'alaikum." Soon Hasna stepped up quickly to leave Kevin.

Kevin stared at Hasna's departure which was getting away from his sight. Without the woman explaining, Kevin knew Hasna was not okay. But Kevin realized, it was not appropriate that he meddled in Hasna's personal affairs. She hoped that she would always be okay.

"If you're not happy with her, come to me, Hasna. I can't promise anything, but I'll make sure that smile never subsides. But if your happiness is only with him, may he always keep a smile not only on your face, but also your heart."

***

"Did Hasna come here?" Rama asked one of his wife's restaurant employees.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see Ms. Hasna coming here." Answer the female officer.

"I beg you, don't cover up Hasna's whereabouts." Desperate Rama.

"But I'm not lying. Ms. Hasna came just this morning to meet Mr. Hamzah. After that go straight away and don't come back here at all." The woman tried to explain.

"Hamza? Who's Hamzah?" Surveys Rama with a tone of dislike.

"Where is he now?" Rama asked impatiently.

"Sir Hamzah is in his room, sir. It's over there." The female employee replied, pointing to the room.

"Do I need to take you?" Bargainly.

"No need."

Rama immediately passed to the room that was told by the female employee earlier. Rama hopes, hopefully, he gets an answer where Hasna is.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Lake in." Sounds authentic from within. Rama came in soon.

Hamza watched his guest. Looks foreign. Maybe one of the restaurant visitors who will complain, maybe.

"Please sit down." Invite Hamzah.

"No need, I'm just for a minute." Hamzah frowned.

"Did Hasna come to see you?" Ask Rama to the point.

"Yes, right. Sorry an_."

"Did he say something? I mean, the goal is after here?" Rama asked, without even waiting for Hamzah who had not finished his sentence.

"No. Just deliver the invitation, and after that Ms. Hasna pamit."

"All right, thank you." After saying that Rama soon passed from Hamzah's room.

Strange man, thought Hamzah.

"But who is he?" Hamzah.

***

Rama drove his car at high speed. It wasn't safety that was his priority this time, it was Hasna. His heart and mind were focused only on his wife.

Many times he cursed annoyed while stuck in traffic. He should be home before evening. He had to talk about everything with Hasna. This matter must be finished today as well.

Tin, tin, tin.

Rama pressed his car horn impatiently, making Mr. Mamat rush to open the gate of the house.

"Sir, Hasna's home yet?" Rama asked after his car was parked in the yard.

"Since the morning went the same Masnya, Mbak Hasna has not come home yet." Pak Mamat's answer actually made Rama feel more worried. Where did that woman go?

"Sir, please reopen the gate. If Hasna's home, call me immediately." Pinta Rama's.

Rama got back in the car, and Mr. Mamat rushed to open the gate again.

"Open ono anyway?" Mumbled Pak Mamat who continued to look at the departure of Rama's car.

Rama is really nervous. Hasna no longer had any relatives, so where was she. Rama also did not know the relationship of Hasna. He doesn't even know his wife's friends. Only one name he remembered, Dimas. The grandson of the gravekeeper near Grandpa's house. But it is highly unlikely that Hasna would have been there, especially Dimas a man.

Soon he turned the wheel towards Grandpa's late home. Only that place is Rama's only hope. I hope Hasna is there.

Fifteen minutes from adzan maghrib. He even forgot his lunch because of this incident.

"I should pray first. I need some quiet." Sluggishly.

Fifty meters away there is a mosque next to a mini market. Rama drove slowly and turned in the courtyard of the mosque.

***

Rama felt a little calm after carrying out his obligations. Before continuing his journey, he had time to the minimarket next to the mosque to buy a bottle of mineral water. Rama drank a few sips to just wet the throat that feels dry. After his return he continued the journey to the late Grandfather's house.

The house looked quiet, but the door was slightly open. Rama immediately got out of the car and walked towards the main door.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

There is no lawfulness.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Finally there is a word too.

It was Marni who welcomed her arrival.

"Mas Rama, huh?" Marni tries to remember who her guest is, as Rama never returns to Grandpa's house after her seven-day event.

"Hasna exists?" Todong Rama without answering Mbak Marni's question first.

"Mbak Hasna?" Marni looked surprised. Rama nodded.

"Loh, not Mbak Hasna has come home from earlier, Mas. It's morning because." Rama restored his hair in frustration, where else he had to find his wife.

Mbak Marni noticed the appearance of Rama who was still wearing his office suit, only the shirt that appeared in the roll up to the elbow, and without a suit.

"Mbak Marni didn't lie, did she?" Rama only made sure that the woman before him did not conspire with Hasna to hide her existence.

"Astaghfirullah, swear to Allah, Mas, Ms. Hasna is not here. Rama can check it out for himself if you want." Said Mbak Marni reassuringly, even shifting his body allowing Rama to enter the house.

Rama remained in his position, not wanting to enter, let alone leave the house. Soon a man appeared from inside the house.

"Mister, it's done. I'm saying yes." Say that man.

Rama looked at the man. Seen in his left hand grasping the key of the pipe, maybe asked for help Marni to fix the tap water that is clogged.

"Eh, yes. Thanks a lot, Dimas." Mba Marni.

Rama's focus turns to the man called Dimas by Mbak Marni. Rama watched the appearance of the young man before him. It seems that Dimas is the same as Dimas childhood friend Hasna, if in the estimation of their age.

A pretty attractive young man, with a typical Indonesian skin compared to him who is white. Their height was almost the same, even his posture was no less attractive than her. It could be dangerous later, if Hasna meets Dimas frequently.

"Mass? Want to go in first?" Rama regained his senses when Mbak Marni patted his arm. Even Dimas had already passed through the front gate.

"No. I'll just go back." Resist.

"What are they the same? Duh Gusti, hope their relationship is okay." Said Mbak Marni who stared at the departure of Rama.

***