The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 88

"I am sure that God planned something beautiful for our little family. After all, it is highly unlikely that my husband ate money that was not his right. My husband will not give a living with illicit money as alleged by them. Nor is it possible to conspire with his partner on the grounds that there is an affair with him. Because I know so well my husband's ready, and I believe he won't do anything he doesn't deserve." Then the ponytail-haired woman smiled knot.

The female driver's words were so powerful that they slapped Hasna. She should not have left immediately, because she heard the conversation between Marissa and her husband. He should have asked for an explanation right then and there, not playing hazy like now. It was certain how anxious his two in-laws were to seek him, as well as Rama. That man must be looking for him now.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, Mas Rama forgive me."

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"Alhamdulillah, have arrived, Ma'am." Said Mbak Nana, an online taxi driver who delivered Hasna.

Along the way, they engaged in conversation and introduced themselves to each other. Ma'am Nana has a two-year-old daughter. In order to meet the needs of her small family, Mbak Nana willingly left the little boy from dawn to replace her husband as an online taxi driver.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I was worried if I could get a male driver, especially the pesen early in the morning, after dawn." Hasna.

"Yes, Miss Hasna, you're the same."

Hasna disbursed the taxi payment to Mbak Nana. The woman nodded in wonder. Hasna gave it too much. Not according to what is in the application.

"Sorry, Miss Hasna. It's too much." Nana's mother pushed back Hasna's hand.

"Bak, this is sustenance for the child of Mbak Nana. The rest to help the treatment of Nana's husband. Accepted yes." Sincere Hasna.

"God, Ma'am Hasna." The tears of the woman were shed without command. His eyes looked at the money in his hands with tears.

"I don't know what else to say to Hasna. I think thank you is not enough. We've only known him for less than an hour, but Mbak hasna..." Isakan is starting to sound.

"Udah, Ma'am. The sustenance was received, in gratitude. Don't cry. May your blessings, Mother." Hasna gently rubbed the back of the woman sitting next to her.

"Aamiin, Ma'am, aamiin. Hopefully the sustenance of Mbak Hasna more flowing. All affairs of Mother Hasna are given the same ease of Allah."

"Aamiinu. Thanks again. Ma'am Nana be careful, yeah. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Hasna got out of the car and headed for the gate of her house which was still tightly closed.

Hasna reached into her phone in the bag. Looking for Mr. Mamat's number. That man must have woken up. Hasna memorized the habits of people who had worked at Grandpa's house.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Mamat. It's Hasna." Hasna said by phone call.

"Wa, wa'alaikumussalam, Ma'am. Miss Hasna where, last night did not come home. Rama nyariin." Cerocos Mr. Mamat, security is very worried about Hasna. The woman did not go home.

"Sir Mamat, can you please open the front gate?" Hasna felt no need to answer where she was last night.

"Good, Ma'am, good. Just a minute." The connection was terminated.

Soon a key sound was heard. It was seen that Mr. Mamat was poking out from behind the gate.

"Mbak Hasna is alone?" The thick-bodied man looked to the right and to the left, seeing who was with Hasna. Did Rama? Remember that guy didn't come home last night. But deserted, there was no one there, other than Hasna.

Hasna just smiled. It only makes Mr. Mamat more confused. Like something Hasna was hiding.

"Thank you, sir. Hasna come in first."

Without waiting for Mr. Mamat's reply, Hasna soon passed. He just did not want to if Mr. Mamat asked a question that would make him create a lie to cover his problems with Rama.

The gloved and oblong man watched Hasna until she reached the porch of the house.

"Yes Gusti, must report the same Mas Rama iki." Mr. Mamat patted his forehead softly.

The male gasps returned to the pavilion to retrieve his phone. And immediately contact Rama. As Rama said yesterday.

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Rama was still silent in his position, sitting leaning on the head of the bed. His eyes were up all night. His mind is completely fucked.

Drrr...

The phone he put on the nightstand rang. A call in. Rama only glanced at him. The male's body was vertical when he saw the caller ID printed on the lighted screen.

"Mr Mamat?" Mumbled.

Immediately he shifted the green icon on his phone. I hope there is good news about his wife.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum, Mas Rama." Mr. Mamat's voice immediately greeted hearing when the phone was connected.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Mr. Mamat. Any word on Hasna?" Ask Rama to the point.

"Yes, Mas. Hasna just got home. Ta_"

"I'll be home soon." The direct connection was decided unilaterally by Rama.

Not wanting to buy any more time, Rama immediately snatched his car keys. In a hurry he went down the stairs. The house still looked deserted, as the clock still showed it at forty in the morning.

Rama opened the main door straight to the garage.

"Please open the front gate, quick." His orders were on one of the security men who happened to be passing near the garage.

Tin, tin, tin.

Tin, tin, tin.

"Hurry to open the gate." His shouting.

Tin, tin, tin.

Once again the horn is sounded in a row. After the gate was successfully opened, Rama's car quickly dashed across the dark road.

"What's wrong? Why so many?" Asked Papa when he heard the commotion from outside the house.

"Den Rama, sir. We don't know either. It seems to be in a hurry." Answer one of the ART.

"What's up, Pa?" Mama asked who came after hearing the commotion.

"That's Rama, Papa doesn't know either." Answer Papa.

"Yes, everyone's back in." Pinta Mom.

All the ART that is outside goes back inside. Only Mr. Andi and Miss Diana remained.

"What's the matter exactly?" Ask Mama.

"Let it go, let Rama solve his own problems. We are mediators only if necessary." Said Papa wisely.

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Rama drives his car at high speed, now his goal is just to get home and meet Hasna. Rama wants to finish this, he doesn't want Hasna to go away like yesterday.

The travel time is usually almost an hour, only Rama traveled for thirty minutes. Fortunately, the streets are still empty.

Tin, tin, tin.

Rama honked impatiently.

Tin, tin, tin.

Finally the gate was opened as well. Rama immediately parked his car in the yard. Then ran inside.

"Hasna's." Rama's voice filled the house.

The door to the guest room, but empty. There's no Hasna anywhere. Hasten him upwards, hoping if his wife is right to have been in this house.

Cklek.

The door opened before he even opened it. The woman who had almost driven him crazy all night was now standing right in front of him.

"Hasna's." Rama crushed his wife's body, until Hasna slightly staggered back.

In her arms tightly that body. He kissed her many times the top of his head.

"Hasna, don't ever leave me like yesterday. I've been crazy looking for you all day." Her great-grandchild.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry." The voice of the woman was heard in the arms of Rama.

Rama broke his embrace. In the trunk of the two cheeks that always meet red.

"I'm sorry, I should have given Mas Rama a chance to explain everything. Forgive me, for my childish attitude. I'm sorry, because it made Mas Rama worried. Sorry." He stared at those shady eyes that were beginning to condense. The cherry-tub lips trembled as it said a barrage of apologies for her.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing to you, Hasna. Because I've been dishonest and hid this matter from you. I should have said it from the beginning so that there would be no misunderstanding." Hasna nodded slowly.

Rama took Hasna's hand, and she put him on the bed. Rama took his cell phone, and played a voice recording, a conversation between himself, Mr. Dirga, and Ms. Mala. Hasna listened enough, for the truth was clear. Hasna turned to look at Rama, the man nodded in agreement with what Hasna heard.

Afterwards Rama showed CCTV footage of him at the hotel restaurant with Marissa until he collapsed. After that in the core show, where he became the main role there.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim." Hasna covered her mouth with both palms, and turned back to Rama.

As a woman, she is deeply ashamed of what Marissa did. Even Marissa was so deft to undress her husband. A very disgusting act. Even Hasna had no regrets about slapping the woman.

The man's eyes dimmed, then he lowered his head. Even Rama himself was embarrassed to be in the tape. Seeing the scene that Marissa did made Rama even more hate the cursed woman.

"I'm sorry, Hasna. I'm sorry." Lirih Rama's.

Although he did not do it consciously, but it was enough to make him embarrassed to look at his wife. It was as if he had betrayed their marriage.

"No. Rama was not wrong. Rama is also a victim here. I should be the one apologizing to Mas Rama. I've misunderstood." Hasna.

"I was lucky to meet someone nice. Our accidental meeting managed to wake me up. If there is any problem in the household, I shouldn't have left. And it's supposed to be finished soon so it doesn't drag on." Hasna. The woman grabbed Rama's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

Rama pulled Hasna into his arms. He felt so relieved to have told Hasna everything. This has really become a time bomb. He thinks with Marissa resigning from the company, the matter is over. It is wrong to think so. Instead Marissa devised a plan to hold her accountable. Whether the woman was really pregnant or not, Rama did not know.

Now he was quite relieved that Hasna still believed him. Rama also knew how sick it was to be betrayed, so he would not betray women as well as his wife.

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