Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 100: The Sound That Sounds Slow

Someone who taught me

that this heart is pounding

The only person who wakes up every time I breathe

I'm trying to let you go, though,

I'm trying to empty everything out by telling you to leave

But, you are the one I miss and on

Someone who hurt me like a bruise

Someone I can see with this heart,

Even though my eyes are closed

I tried to hold it in, tried to forget you

But you are the one who fills my whole heart

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By saying bismillah and prayer trips, Haris began to take his car to split the thick of the night. Actually the pulse and pain in his head still felt strong, but he forced himself to go home. He could not delay it and was really impatient to meet Hana.

The drizzling rain that had descended slowly earlier began to show its strength, the circles were enlarged and rushing. Haris activates his car's Wind screen wipers to wipe the rainwater that is increasingly great to say hello to glass.

Allahumma Shayyiban Naafi

May Allah Almighty send down blessings for the inhabitants of the earth through rainwater sent down from the heavens.

Haris tuned the murattal on his car speakers, Again he chose the melodious chant of young priest Muzammil Hasballah as his solitude companion driving the car.

Maryam's letter filled her hearing. He who is fluent in Arabic and has taken a tafsir al-Qur'an class on the provisions brought by him from mondok first, understands very well what the content of the surah Maryam is.

One of the stories in the Surah Maryam is about the Prophet Zechariah who prayed to Allah in secret, saying that he was old, and that he was old, his hair was gray and his wife was old and could not have children, but he wanted an heir who could please God.

The prophet Zechariah asked a son to inherit from him, he did not think in terms of wealth, because he was a man who had no possessions.

He wanted a son to continue the Prophethood and to spread the knowledge he acquired during his lifetime. God answered immediately, and said:

Then the Angel (Jibril) called Zakariya, and he was standing in prayer in the mihrab (he said): "Surely Allah pleased you with the birth (of your son) Yahya, that justifies the sentence (which comes) of Allah, being a follower, refraining (from lust) and a Prophet including the descendants of the pious. (The Qur'an 3:39)

When Zachariah received this astonishing news, he stood in prayer. He answered by asking how this could have happened, given his old age and his wife's ability to have children. God then confirmed the lesson Maryam understood.

That is how God does what He wills. (The Qur'an 3:40). 

Haris shed his tears in remembrance of this story, how the Great and Merciful God, the Prophet Zechariah was also very deserving of Yahya, a prophet of Shalih's choice as prophetic heir.

Suddenly Haris mind floated on the phone that Hajjah Aisyah was flying over this new, new phone, the wife of Haji Zakaria who is like her own mother and also she called the name Ummi advised that he and Hana should immediately check their health to the Doctor because they have been married for a year. He must soon have an heir given his imminent age of 28.

Remembering this Haris laughed wryly. Isn't this ridiculous? Why is the issue of children always a question of many people?

Yes, Hajjah Aisyah just did not know that he and Hana had just made a union when their marriage was almost a year old. But Haris was very confident, that He and Hana also soon could have children.

Haris himself had great respect for Hajjah Aisyah. Although he does not understand the real question, Haris will still appreciate Ummi adopted it, he said, there was no harm in Him and Hannah to check their health to the doctor and tell him that he and his wife are fine and just waiting for a decision from God.

Yep. This will be the right solution so that they are not in rong rong anymore about children. Haris himself does not mind her, but it will be another story when it comes to Hana, Haris is afraid his wife will think.

Though Hana herself is very young, too rushed and without careful planning will also not be good for her psychological and mental health.

Tiiiittttt tiiiiiiiitttttt tiiiiiitttttt

Hard horns from other vehicle users disperse his daydream. The rain has slightly stopped. He remakes his car suddenly.

"Woyy!!! If you bring a car, don't get drunk!!!! You're not sane!!!!" Hardik the driver who had cloned him. Then after being satisfied with the curse, the driver returned to his car after seeing Haris open the glass and cupped his hands as an apology. They almost collided.

Almost a little more, and Haris realized that it was indeed his fault. His concentration was disturbed by the thoughts and pain that had from earlier whack his head.

Astaghfirullah, many times Haris has a distinction. The pain in his head is getting worse. He decided to pull the car over. For a moment he closed his eyes hoping the pain would subside. Impatiently, he opened the P3K box in the car and took a generic painkiller and downed it.

Ten minutes he waited for his medicine to react, After the pain subsided, he continued to drive his car. Not to forget Haris also took the time to stop by to buy souvenirs even though the road was a bit staggered.

Half the journey Haris has gone, Now he takes his car with so careful. He can't just give up. The lover was waiting for him at home.

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Hana looked at the clothes in her closet. He was choosing the best clothes to welcome his husband. It was just like a girl who had just fallen in love. He carefully chose which clothes he would wear. She wants her husband to not regret having decided to go home tonight.

He took a few dresses, tried to wear them all to determine which one was the most appropriate and then frowned in the mirror. He spun merrily and giggled at his own behavior.

After finding the right clothes, he switched to cleaning the room that was always clean. But Hana wants to re-prepare. He didn't want a grain of dust to stick there.

Hana opened her closet again, seeing the stock of sheets that filled half the shelves there. Then taking one, he wanted to replace the sheets that adorn his bed with new sheets. Blue sheets of sky with abstract motifs were also his choice.

Hana deftly moved it all. He does it as clean and as good as possible. Don't forget he's checking the room's fragrances. It should be fragrant does not come out anymore, it has evaporated.

He went to the drawer and picked up a new fragrance, opened it and put it back near the burning AC. Now the fresh scent of Lily flowers is everywhere.

Hana turned to look at the empty nightstand unfilled, she opened the box under it and took the food supplies and placed them there. However he pretended to complain that his food was eaten out by Haris, she still wants her husband to take back the food he put there if it is midnight and still feel hungry.

Now Hana smiled at what she had prepared. Although it is still far from perfect, at least he has tried to do his best. Now he is waiting for Haris' return.

He also returned to wear his robe and veil and went out of the room to the living room, not forgetting he glanced at the clockwork attached to the wall. Half an hour later Haris arrived there.

To drive away her boredom, Hana turns to the library room, she picks up some books and takes them forward while waiting for Haris. Shirah nabawiyah, shirah friend, and Shirah Ummul Mukminin Khadijjah are her choices.

On Ummi's orders, Bi Lastri delivers a glass of warm chocolate milk and a plate of fruits to accompany Hana to devour her books.

"About fifteen minutes, Mi" replied Hana who again looked at the clockwork.

"You're not angry anymore, are you Haris' son? You guys made up? "

Hana nodded her head.

"Where is too childish. Hana is guilty of being too quick to feel emotion and making decisions too quickly. What Abah's advice is right, Mi... It turned out that Hana indeed had more to learn from Ummi and Abah" Tukas Hana.

Ummi smiled and held his daughter. How little princess is so legowo and so forgiving. Especially when the truth is seen before his eyes, then Hana is not reluctant to admit it.

"About the words of Hajjah Aisyah, do not think too much. The more you think and put it in your heart, the harder it is to achieve your goals. Let everything flow but keep trying as much as possible" Advice Ummi who increasingly embrace Hana.

"Hana did not put the word Hajjah Aisha into the heart, but Hana made it a whip of encouragement. While continuing to pray, may Allah be pleased to grant the marriage of Hana and mas Haris with the descendants of shalih shalihah" Hana smiled in response to Ummi's advice.

Hana understands that her Ummi is worried about her mental health. Though it can not be denied, at least there is a sense of wast that sneaks softly in his heart, and he must be prepared for all the bad possibilities that occur.

"Alhamdulillah, Ummi was happy and relieved to hear her. For the daughter of Ummi shalihah, Ummi will always pray kindness for you son!" Ummi glazed.

"Then continue your reading, Ummi went into the room first" continued Ummi wiping his tears. Hana nodded full haru.

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Twenty-five minutes have Hana read her book. She was bored because her husband had not yet arrived. From there on the sidelines he read a book, he had been back and forth repeatedly opening the curtains of his living room window, peeking there in case Haris had arrived.

Though he knew if he was in the living room, then the sound of a car entering the yard will be heard. However, indeed the base he was impatient with, then without in the ink, his body would automatically move to peek out there.

Time continues to run, now it has been almost an hour the estimated arrival time Haris at home missed. Hana was worried. He rushed into the room to pick up a cell phone, if only Haris had contacted him. apparently there was no message from the husband on his screen.

Not long, he made a call. Come in, Haris's number rings.

"Assalamu'alaikum mas"

"Waalaikumsalam" Sahut Haris in a barely audible voice.

"Mas, where are you?" Tanya Hana enthusiastically.

"I'm at a crossroads, sorry I was in line to fill the gasoline" Haris said slowly. It was like he had lost energy.

"What? What did she say?" Ask Hana again, she really doesn't know what Haris is saying.

"I've been at a crossroads" Haris tried to tighten her voice. He was turning the car into Hana's residential street.

"Alhamdulillah, fine. I'll open the door"

Tiiit tiiit tiiit

Haris cut off the phone connection unilaterally. Hana looked strangely at the glass screen. Maybe Haris had trouble picking up the phone. Hmh but impossible, her husband usually stick the phone in front near the speaker so there is no need to bother lifting it.

Hana rushed to open the front door and waited on the terrace. Less than five minutes waiting, Haris' car entered the gate. Hana immediately smiled sumringah. Alhamdulillah 'alaa Kulli Hal. Saying it happy.

Haris precisely stopped his car near the terrace, he has not planned to put the car into the garage.

When he was about to get ready to go out and open the door suddenly the pain in his head became more and more, his body was limp. He felt the world was like a somersault. Not strong, he closed his eyes and rested his head on the stiur car.

Hana who saw her husband did not appear even approached, this tightly hooded woman slowly stepped on her feet towards the car.

Tok tok tok tok

"Mas... "

Tok tok tok tok

"Mas... Mas Haris! " Hana knocked on the car door, and then she put her hands on the glass in a peek motion. She faintly saw Haris concentrating his head on the stiur. Hana became worried, he tried to open the car door, Unfortunately the door was locked.

"Mass... " Hana's eyes started to water.

Tok tok tok tok

"Maassss... mas why? " Successfully, the tears that were watering began to flow.

"Mass!!" call Hana again. He started to panic, but suddenly Haris got up and opened the door.

"Why, hm? " Haris greeted Hana with a very sweet smile. But his face looks very pale.

"Why are you afraid of me? " Hana nodded quickly.

"I'm just a little dizzy really, I said it earlier when in the car so you wait for a while but you don't seem to hear because the car is a bit soundproof" Haris said weakly, his voice was so softly heard.

"Don't cry, I don't want to see you cry" Haris said. Hana looked at her husband. With a slow movement Haris tried to wipe away Hana's tears.

"Here hug me, I miss your embrace" Whisper Haris increasingly faintly sounded. This young man spread his hands.

Hana came forward and wanted to give her a hug. He glanced at people to the right and to the left. Then suddenly they had no chance to embrace, yet,

Bruuuukkkkkk

Haris collapsed to the ground.

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