Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 103: The Final Sentence

Bu Indah had just finished donating her blood to Haris, the results of the examination showed that she was worthy of being a donor.

The mother of Arini has stable blood pressure. He weighed 55 kg and was 47 years old. A very productive age. At least that was the explanation of the doctor.

"Mother Fatma, we meet again after decades ago" Ms. Lovely smiled her distinctive smile. There was awkwardness in the heart of her mother Haris when she saw the smile that you Lovely wilted.

The style of the beautiful bu still remains the same as before, the makeup is always neat and classy it does represent the blood of nobles who are in his body.

"Mother Fatma still remains the same as before huh, still like an ordinary village girl. Ah, but the beauty that Fatma's mom has is still very charming" said Ms. Lovely alluding to their past. Ms. Fatma just smiled blandly hearing the words of the woman who has the same age with her.

"Thank you, Mrs Lovely, for giving blood to our son, Haris. May Allah repay the goodness of the Beautiful with kindness that many times" Thank you Fatma.

Can not be denied, no matter what their past, but the beautiful ma'am still want to be compassionate. Though at this time they do not have any relationship, especially Arini and Haris also did not get married.

"Haha, ma'am Fatma doesn't need to feel that way. Nak Haris I have also considered like my own child, especially Haris and Arini once had a very strong bond and used to be almost three months away from getting married, right? Ehehehe "Seloroh bu Indah with a typical light laugh chatter of mothers.

Hearing his words, Fatma felt bad for Hana and quickly glanced at the daughter-in-law who was sitting next to Haris behind them.

Hana's heart melos, he who from earlier accidentally eyed the conversation between Bu Indah and Ummi in-laws, felt discomfort over the sentences that bu Indah catapulted.

Hana clasped Haris' hand, trying to raise her own heart, however her mother Arini was already very meritorious because she was willing to donate her blood.

Hana had already expressed her gratitude to Ms. Indah, although no doubt the subtle and outspoken innuendo directly received her .

"Mas, just a minute... I'll go to the toilet first!" whispered Hana in the ear of Haris, her husband had received a blood donation from an hour ago, according to the doctor's estimate he will be awake in a span of a few hours.

Hana walked quickly to the toilet, she brought her bag in there. The small tote bag contains her make up equipment. Make up that is always in her bag in any condition.

For a moment he looked in the mirror, watching the reflection of his face there. The face is moist with dark circles under the eyes and pale pink lips decorate there.

"Hhhhh" said Hana. He felt his appearance was very bad.

No longer waiting, he took lipstick with lip color and patched it with lipgloss so that the lips are slightly dry it becomes more glossy. She didn't want Haris to wake up, her husband saw how bad she looked.

A thin powdery putty evenly adds freshness to his face. He was about to spray a little yasmine perfume on the body, but just opened the bottle cap Hana was already feeling nauseous. It's weird, he thought. Given that he is very fond of fragrant yasmine and lily, can usually feel nauseous.

Hana did not spray the perfume earlier. He chose not to apply anything, afraid he would fall to smell that in his nose felt so stinging.

Hannah opened the toilet door. There he had seen Gibran with his other companions sitting beside Haris. Unseen Lisa, it turns out that the girl chose to accompany and chat with Hajjah ma'am.

Hana walked over and approached her friends.

"Hana, long time no see! " Well, Gibran, seeing Hana.

There was always peace in his heart whenever this young man saw Hana. Although he had run as far as possible, trying to open a new sheet, his heart still refused to dock to another port.

"Hi Mas Gibran, thank you for taking the time to visit my husband. You haven't returned to Morocco? " Tanya Hana is just stale.

"No, this semester I chose to take classes online" Gibran said.

"Hopefully the lecture is good"

"Amiiin ya Rabbal' alamin, how have you been? Healthy?"

All the gestures of Hana and Gibran certainly can not be separated from Lisa's vision. He felt very angry and upset.fists repeatedly he did.

"Mii... " Call Lisa with a voice made as soft as possible.

"Yes, son, what's wrong? "

"Ummi look at the young man who was chatting with Hana again, Gibran his name! " Excite Lisa slowly.

"Yes, why son? Did you put your heart on her? " sahut bu Hajjah guessed.

"Haha no mi, Lisa does not like Gibran mas. Maybe Lisa liked him... Because... " Lisa paused her sentence

"What's the reason, son? " Hajjah Aisyah scrunched her forehead. Lisa showed a slightly hesitant look to answer.

"Tell me son! " calls Hajjah Aisyah again.

"Lisa was afraid to be expected to vilify Hana. Mi HMH... Sorry Lisa was presumptuous to say this because if she saw Ummi, Lisa was like seeing Ummi Lisa herself" Lisa said.

"Tell me, just think of Ummi as your Ummi! " Hajjah Aisyah showed a worried face there.

"Mas Gibran is Hana's ex-lover" whispered Lisa slowly.

"What's? a lover? " Hajjah Aisyah was surprised, spontaneously he turned to Hana and Gibran there. Hana was turning her back, while Gibran was facing her. It was clear that Gibran was so excited to chat with Hana.

"Yes Mi, they had been in contact for years before Haris married Hana. Even after Haris and Hana got married, they still kept in touch" Lisa said reassuringly.

The look on Hajjah Aisyah's face suddenly changed, there was dislike and displeasure there.

As it turned out, it was fitting that Hana had not been pregnant until now. Is Hana reluctant to serve Haris wholeheartedly considering they are being betrothed? It's too bad your fate, Haris. The Batin Hajjah Aisyah. The eyes of the wife of Hajj Zakaria began to dew.

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The night is coming, some Friends and Relatives have returned to their respective homes to bathe and rest. They promised to return as soon as possible and waited together until Haris siuman.

Currently in the room there are only Hana, Hajjah, Fatma and Lisa. Looks like Fatma ma'am who just finished taking ablution, water dripping netes from her chin. Alternating with others, he will perform the Maghrib prayer service.

Counted already 3 hours since the blood of Bu Indah flowed through the veins of Haris, this young man had not been awakened. The doctor has checked the temperature of the body and other parts. No problem is meaningful. So just wait for the time for Haris to be able to get human.

"Sa, you please wait for Haris for a moment! I'll take wudhu first! " Hana Pinta.

"Bereess! " Lisa gives the okay symbol to her fingers.

Hannah rushed into the toilet. Lisa approached watching Haris face closely. Hana's husband has bright white skin, a sharp nose, neat lined eyebrows and... The refreshing smell of the body. Handsome too. Think Lisa.

Not inferior compared to Gibran. Although for Lisa, Gibran is superior to 1 percent of Haris, hmh. Lisa changed her thinking. But, Haris is handsome. Naturally the bego Arini crazy. Lisa smiled mockingly.

At first glance Lisa saw Haris' fingers moving. No hesitation in putting his hands there. Haris's hand increasingly showed his movements coinciding with Hana's exit from inside the bathroom.

Seeing Hana, Lisa spontaneously distanced her hands and body. Hana smiles at Lisa, hinting that she will pray Maghrib first and telling Lisa to be patient. Lisa smiled awkwardly.

Hana took her face and began to make an imbibiratul ihram movement.

"Hana... " She was weak. His voice was almost nobody heard.

Haris caught a foreign face in front of him. He didn't see Hannah there. With the power at hand he moved his hand from Lisa's hand. At the moment, Haris is still very weak

"Alhamdulillah mas already familiar" Lisa said slowly by giving her smile. He holds Haris' hand to convince his vision.

"Move your hands from there! Where's Hana?! " Haris Hardik is weak.

"Ma.. Excuse me. I'm Lisa Hana's best friend" Lisa said.

"Where's Hana?? where's wife?! " Haris tightened his voice, making everyone in the room stunned. Hana is still praying, she is already at the last rakaat.

"Hariiisss, are you aware, son??? " mam Fatma and Hajjah Aisyah approached Haris in unison.

Haris's facial expression was only flat, he was disappointed when the girl did not see Hana there but Lisa, a stranger who was not expected at all.

"Mi, Hana where's mi? Hana where? " Tanya Haris to Fatma's mom.

"Hana salat kiddo, for a moment.the prayer is almost finished. Thank God you are sober, Ummi is grateful" Fatma wiped her tears. Haris smiled and took Ummi's hand and grabbed her.

"Son Haris, you shouldn't be rude to Lisa's son. Lisa's son has taken his time waiting for you, he almost donated his blood. Trouble until now he has not rested" said Hajjah Aisyah who did not accept Haris yelling at Lisa.

Haris's face changed. He did not answer the words of Hajjah. Lisa is not in the lyrics at all. He just can't wait to see Hana.

After saying hello, Hana immediately approached Haris. Her chest rumbled violently, Hana standing at the end of the bed. He was reluctant about the existence of Hajjah Aisyah and Ms. Fatma there.

"Come here... " Said Haris sumringah. He stretched out both his hands. Hana's not flinching. He's so embarrassed.

"Close... I miss you so much" Haris said again, Hana cursed Haris's friendly words in front of Hajjah Aisyah and Fatma, she could only walk slowly while looking down at her husband.

"Don't you miss my embrace, hm? " Tanya Haris is so sweet, her smile forms dimples there.

Hana codes Haris to be patient. His eyes hinted that there was Hajjah's mother who kept staring at them.

"huk Uhuk" Hajjah Aisyah coughed.

"Hmh, Let's get some fresh air, Alhamdulillah nak Haris is awake" Invite bu Fatma to expel awkwardness.

"I... Yes" Hana asked Ms. Fatma and was ready to go from there.

"Where are you going? You're here to accompany me! " Haris intercepts Hana's arm.

"Yes son, you're here! Let Ummi, Ummi Aisyah and Lisa come out for a while, we're a little tired" said Fatma again. Hana nodded. The three of them left the room.

Haris acts like a newlywed. Omel Hajjah Aisyah's heart, he shook his head.

"Where have you been, hm? Here do not go far" said Haris limp. He raised his hand trying to reach Hana.

"Alhamdulillah Mas was dead" Hana wiped her dewy eyes.

"Mas don't move much first, then also rumination. I'll call the doctor! Let the doctor check how you are now. Hopefully it is really safe" Anxious Hana, he was about to come out, but Haris pulled him strong. Hana falls into Haris' arms. She could feel the heaviness of her husband's breath.

"Mas, release... It's still very weak"

"Just for a moment, leave it like this. I'm very comfortable like this" Haris said in his final sentence.

"I miss you, don't you miss me, huh? " Tanya Haris was spoiled, Haris' soft voice felt caressing in Hana's ears. Hana shed her tears.

"Huh, I don't know how much I barely breathe seeing a mas that never regained consciousness" Hana complained. Haris smiled hearing that.

"My wife is sweet, where do I see her face" Pinta Haris, Hana did not move. He is still a henchman in the arms of Haris who holds him.

"Darling... "

"Hm... "

"Honey.... " Call Haris again

"Yes?"

"Be. rat" Lirih Haris. Spontaneous Hana standing up.

"Kan... I told you I was still weak... Oh, I didn't hear me! Sick huha? Yaaa heavy? " Hana's long-burdened. She checked her husband's body.

Suddenly, for the second time Haris again pulled down his wife, Hana's body again fell in Haris' arms.

"I told you, I want to see your sweet face... " Say Haris again.

"Nyebelin' mom! " Hana smiled in Haris' arms.

"Here, kiss dulahuu" Pinta Haris.

"Ih, a sick mas pain can still be perverted! " Hana slightly pinched Haris' waist.

"Come on, give me a little strength, now I'm so limp" Haris said back spoiled.

Hana relented, rising to grant Haris' request. Slowly the distance of their faces was getting closer. A moment.. two jengkal. only a few inches of their lips will meet.

Suddenly,

Cekleeekkkk

The door to the room is wide open. Yura, Ridwan, Gibran, Romi and Lisa enter simultaneously into it.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Spontan Hana distanced her face from Haris. But late, the friends already saw Haris and Hana with a distance so close.

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