Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
CHAPTER I: Hajj Zakaria's request
Adzan isya. His voice splitting nature calls people solemnly to obey the command of His Lord that is to perform the prayer regularly. As the wind blew slowly, cars and motorcycles gradually entered the mosque's courtyard as well as footsteps began to be crowded.
Haris, a 25-year-old young man who had just set foot in front of the Shuhada mosque, immediately rushed to the ablution site and entered the ranks of people who prayed together.
The Imam was led by Ustadz Yahya. Ustadz Yahya is 34 years old and has been an imam at this mosque since 10 years ago replacing his elderly father.
After the prayer, Yahya ustadz called Haris because there was a mandate that he had to convey.
“Assalamu’alaikum Ustadz” Haris do takzim greetings.
“Wa’alaikumsalam, how's Haris doing?" Haven't seen you in a long time, how's the job? smoothly?” tanya Ustadz Yahya was stale and did not forget he pinned a friendly smile as usual.
“Alhamdulillah I am healthy and work smoothly Ustadz, the last few weeks I have a task out of town. But it's been handled well."
“Aalhamdulillah's. Tomorrow to play, yeah! Abah missed you, all dinner at home. Don't forget to take mom too.” The ustaz Yahya.
“Good ustaz. Insha Allah.”
The Haris family has a relative relationship with Yahya's ustaz family, although not a close relative but their relationship is very familiar. His mother ustaz Yahya bu hajjah 'Aisyah was like an older sister to his mother Haris.
Haris came home with a lot of questions spinning around his head. What happened Haji Zakaria suddenly invited him to his house for dinner, not as usual. Is Hajj Zakaria not well? However, if it is not healthy, it is impossible for him to invite her and her mother just to eat. Is Hajj Zakaria in need of help? Or just want him and his mother to be alone? But it also feels impossible because the mother almost every day visits the wife of Hajj Zakaria.
Questions that make him curious and can only be found the answer tomorrow. Insha Allah tomorrow night he and mother will visit the Zakaria hajj family.
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“Come ma'am, we meet the invitation to Hajj Zakaria.” Haris who was buttoning the last button of his shirt invited Mom to meet the invitation. He had told me about this invitation before as soon as he arrived home from the office.
“Iya. Get ready first, son. Later we stop for a while to the bakery shop Linda ma'am also to the fruit shop, we bring a little souvenir there.”
“Good, Hmh but did mom not know this invitation at all in what order?"
mom shook her head,
“Mommy doesn't know son, but mom Hajjah once asked if you already have a wife, maybe-it's possible that you will be set up” mother prank said with half a laugh.
“Ah, mom is there. I would like to propose to Arini, bu” Haris said taking her mother's words seriously.
“Ih, you are yes, how serious. I'm just kidding, kid! Later we see, hopefully there is good news” Mother menoel nose Haris anxious. Her baby boy has turned into an adult now.
The atmosphere of the Zakaria hajj house is always shahdu, there is a large study hall next to his home page. Children from all over come here to teach.
Haris remembers when he was a child teaching there. He was also sent out of town by Hajj Zakaria to teach with various shaykhs, until he was educated until undergraduate and now he managed to work in a large private company with a position that was quite high by having many subordinates.
In this case he was always grateful for the kindness of the Zakaria Hajj family, considering his father who had been dead since he was a child.
He also did not know how to return the favor that he felt was extraordinary blessing. Only prayer can he offer Allah that Hajj Zakaria and his family are always healthy, have a flowing fortune.
After dinner together, Ustaz Yahya told Haris that he had been able to meet Haji Zakaria in his reading room. Haris soon found him. There is a sense of arrogance and reluctance to sneak in his heart, Haji Zakaria who has been so respected, he is a charismatic cleric with a smile that never fades, he is a charismatic cleric, soft language but implies firmness.
“Log in. Don't hesitate. Follow me for a minute.” Call Haji Zakaria who saw Haris just arrive at the door.
“Good bah”
“Just go ahead, son, you don't want to be stale. How old are you now?” Haji Zakaria asked with a deep look at Haris.
“25 years bah, insya Allah 9 months later even 26 years”
“Naw how is it? Are you still attending Saturday afternoon studies at the Amir hajj house?”
“Alhamdulillah bah, I routinely go there every Saturday afternoon”
“Then what about your work? fluently? Is there a problem?" Haji Zakaria continued to hold light questions to Haris, this time perhaps to be more relaxed in chatting.
“Alhamdulillah also smoothly bah, thanks to the prayers abah” Haris said with a friendly smile.
Haji Zakaria nodded again.
“Actually, There's something you want to say, son! Abah invited you here in addition to the friendship because of longing, Abah also wanted to convey one important thing about your future, Abah knows that you are busy lately with your work, Abah maklumi”
Haris looked down upon the words of Ustaz Zakaria carefully.
“There is a girl who is good in her religion, polite in her temper.." Haji Zakaria paused his sentence.
Haris began to worry about hearing his brother's words. Hopefully what is worried is not proven. He is waiting for the continuation of his sentence.
“He is now in college at a state college, semester one, used to go down the same as you. She is the only daughter of Hajj Amir... "Haji Zakaria paused his words again, then he looked seriously at Haris's bead as he continued his words,
"Abah plans to raise his daughter for you. Her name is Hana, she's 18. Abah feels you fit in. Abah knows his father well, as you also have long attended studies with him and of course already know how the personality of Hajj Amir....
"God willing, if you agree, you will be a perfect fit. For Hajj Amir himself, Abah and he had already discussed this issue, he agreed..."
"Chose you because Abah has no son who has no family. Abah already knows how you are, Abah wishes you could understand this request..."
"You do not worry, you will give you time to think, discussions with your mother also prayers istikharah. Hopefully you can immediately give me an answer" Haji Zakaria closed his sentence by patting the shoulders of Haris, a favorite adopted child who he had considered like his own son, as well, the same and undifferentiated love.
Long Haris was stunned, he slightly took his breath and replied,
“Bok Bah, Haris will pray istikharah also discussion with mother about this and insya Allah will soon inform Abah” Haris replied in the end.
Haris returned home with his mother with a rumble of anxiety in the chest, not a word he spoke since he left the Zakaria hajj house, he was already feeling weak with the request he had just heard, the mother saw something was wrong with the meeting of her son and Hajj Zakaria whom she respected a lot, but the mother preferred to be quiet, but the mother preferred to be quiet, later on surely Haris will tell her the news about the meeting.
Now the clock is showing at 10:30 p.m. The car they were driving split the road that looked lonely, seen one two street vendors who were still loyal to open his food stall. Red light turns them through. They came home with a car that half a year ago Haris bought with money from his savings, the car honda CRV has accompanied them for 6 months. About half an hour later, they were home.
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