The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 90

~We're late, Marissa was there yesterday.~ Siska.

Send, the message was sent and immediately read by Tomi. Tomi scooped up the roughness of her face. If Marissa had come to meet Rama to carry out her plan, then the answer was what Rama gave to the mother of his son-in-law.

Tomi's phone rang again, a message from Siska.

~Marissa has said everything the same Rama.~ Siska.

~It turns out we missed one important thing about a Rama Suryanata.~ Siska.

~It turns out Rama is married, according to Marissa.~ Siska.

~But the invitation is stated if Rama's wedding will be titled in another week.~ Tomi.

~Gue is also less know. But from Marissa's confession, Rama was married.~ Siska.

~And you should know Marissa's current condition.~ Siska.

Siska sent a recent photo of Marissa to Tomi, also a photo of the condition of the house that is very messy.

Marissa looks bad in the photos she receives. The woman did not look as beautiful as usual. The woman's face was tangled with puffy eyes. His hair looks messy too.

Tomi is even more surprised when she opens the photo file that Siska sent about the condition of Marissa's house. Lots of stuff scattered also like broken vases scattered.

"Marissa, do not let you desperately harm our child. If that happens, I'll never be able to forgive you for the rest of my life." Ogre Tomi.

***

Reception is just a few days away. Although the event will be held in a luxury hotel, but at the residence of the Suryanata family looks busy.

As Hasna requested, the woman wanted a joint prayer event, with the orphans. Hasna did it as a form of her asking for blessing to her deceased parents as well as her grandfather.

The original plan, a joint prayer event will be held in their own homes. But my mom refused it. Mama does not want if later Hasna too tired when preparing the event alone.

"Where have you been?" Ask Hasna over the phone.

"Have entered the housing gate, Mother." Answer someone from across there.

Apparently Hasna called the employee in charge of delivering catering as well as cake for the event later tonight.

"Let's just take it in, yeah."

"Ready, Ma'am."

As usual, Hasna will intervene to ensure the event will run smoothly, even though yesterday Mama had warned herself not to be involved. There's been a lot of ART that will help, but Hasna can never be satisfied if it's not herself who makes sure everything is in order.

"Why are you still taking care of this yourself?" Rama hugged Hasna who was standing in the doorway from behind.

She smiled and looked at Rama.

"I just want to make sure that the preparations are in order."

"Bak here is a lot, you just sit sweet and monitor everything. Beret." Rama.

"Ehemm...can you not, if you look at the place? This is a public place." Nayla's voice shocked the two, but did not make Rama let go of his embrace.

"You, this isn't a kid's area. It's there." Rama ignored Nayla's words. Precisely the man was getting tighter hugging the stomach of the wife and rubbing it gently.

"Is he here?" Whisperer Rama.

Hasna did not answer, but her right hand gently rubbed her stomach. The woman smiled. Hasna also hoped so, hopefully she was soon given the confidence to conceive the offspring of her husband.

"What's this about here?" Now the voice of Mama who broke the second daydream. Both of them looked at Mama.

"Your time don't be so close to Hasna." Say Mama.

"Well, why, Ma?"

"You're getting married soon. So don't hold on."

"Ma, Rama married Hasna a few months ago, why is the ban just now?" Rama Protest.

"Yes because you married her without the process of pingitan, so_"

"No need to squeak, Ma. Let alone the decks, more than we are familiar. Isn't that right, honey?" Rama hugged Hasna's shoulder for the woman to get closer to him.

Hasna simply forced a smile in front of Mama-in-law. It seems that soon Rama began to lose the filter if he continued this topic. It could be bad if the man indulges in their night activities on Mama.

"We've been_"

"Mas, later please direct your catering friends to put everything on the table over there, yes. And for the lunch box over there." Hasna cut off her husband's speech and shifted their subject matter.

"It could be, Mom. Please." Please." Hasna said expectantly.

"All right, princess." Rama kissed his wife's lips at a glance, and the action was successful in making Hasna refract both eyes.

"I need energy." After the kiss came off.

"Rama.basic never knows a place." One punch landed on his left shoulder.

"Udah, don't wait for your husband. Mending you come with Mama inside." And without excuse, Mama took Hasna's arm and brought her daughter-in-law inside.

***

Hasna looks beautiful wearing a pastel satin-based dress, with a long matching color pashmina that covers her head. Tonight his feelings are mixed. Happy and sad mixed into one. Happy, because the wedding will soon be announced to them out there. But in the corner of his heart, he felt sadness. On this important day of his life, no family was with him.

"Dad, mother, Hasna beg your blessing for Hasna's marriage. Hasna is no longer your little girl. But Hasna has now become the wife of the man who has taken responsibility from you. Grandpa chose it for Hasna. Ridhoi our marriage, so that our household is always blessed. Hasna will always love her father, mother, and grandfather. You will always occupy the most special place in Hasna's heart."

Hasna felt her eyes condense.

"Mbak Hasna is beautiful." I don't know when it's coming, but Nayla's standing behind her.

Hasna smiled looking at the reflection of Nayla who was standing behind her. The girl looked so beautiful in her covered clothes like now.

"You're beautiful too, Nay. You're beautiful if you're hooded like you are now." Praise Hasna to her sister-in-law.

"Mak Hasna can do it." Nayla blushed to hear his wife's praise of his older brother.

"But really, Miss Hasna is beautiful. How not to clamp his brother Nay. His wife's people are this beautiful." Nayla sees Hasna from the reflection of the makeup glass in front of Hasna.

"Eh, how come Mbak Hasna's eyes are glazed?" Ask Nayla.

Hasna gently rubbed the corner of her eye using a tissue.

"No papa. We're down, yuk"

Hasna immediately got up from her seat, and took Nayla's hand. Both are coming down soon, as the show is about to start.

The living room was full of guests they invited. The children from the orphanage had already filled the room. Hasna greeted some of the adults who came among her little guests.

"God willing, is this the candidate for the spell?" Ask one of them. Hasna smiled hearing that.

"Yes, Mom. This is Hasna, my daughter-in-law." Said my mom sitting with them.

"It's so pretty, Miss Diana." Praise the man.

After that, the show started immediately. A joint prayer event led by an ustadzah. All who were there listened carefully to what he was saying. Until the event is over and ended by giving compensation to those present.

***

Kevin stared at the invitation sheet in his hand with a pushy look. Hasna's wedding invitation finally arrived in her hands.

In keeping with his promise to himself, he should be able to happily release Hasna to the man who had married her.

A shadow of their meeting a while ago made Kevin feel doubtful if Hasna was happy living with the man. Still very he remembered clearly, the shady eyes that look damp with the remains of tears. No need to explain the reason, it can be ascertained if the woman is crying. And the cause must not be far from the man.

"Hasna, are you happy with that man? I always hoped that the smile on your face would never subside. I always hoped that man would always make you happy. I always hoped you'd always find happiness, even if I wasn't the source of your happiness." Sluggishly.

Kevin again stared at the rows of letters that lined up neatly to form a name. A name that managed to change his world in an instant. Ayudia Hasna. That name instantly changed her life filled with colorful love. But in an instant, the same name made his life lose its light.

"Hasna, I'll still love you my way. Don't ever ask me why, because I don't know the answer either. Just let me enjoy this feeling alone, without the need for you to feel the same."

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