Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
Chapter 118: Philosifi A Pair of Goose
After Haris left for New York, Hana was scheduled to live in turns at their parents' residence. The plan is for the first two weeks Hana will occupy the residence of Hajj Zakaria and Hajjah Aisyah. The rest will be spent in the residence of Fatma and lastly in her abah and uminya house.
After delivering Haris' departure at Soekarno-Hatta Airport, Hana was picked up by santri and assistant Hajj Zakaria. On the orders of the charismatic cleric, Hana was placed in the main guest room. The room measuring 4 x 4 meters with a single bed, two-door closet and an ornamental table does look comfortable.
Although there was actually a feeling of unease when Hana entered this residence. Besides Hana is not too close to Hajjah Aisyah, she also has no friends here. Especially now that Haris is not with him. Hana just hope that he can feel at home through the next 2 weeks without any problems and obstacles.
Tok to tok. Someone knocked on the door.
“Assalamu’alaikum Ning Hana” Sapa Sri.
“Wa’alaikumsalam”
“Ning Hana has been awaited by Ummi hajjah in the middle hall” Sri said.
Deg.
“Good. Just a moment, mba. I changed clothes first”
“Good Ning. I wait outside. If you need anything just call me” Sri said politely. Hana nodded.
Green tosca style with a little pattern and cream hoods decorate the appearance of ayu Hana. The santriwati who paselasan with him was amazed at the beauty possessed by the only daughter of a cleric who also had influence in the land of Java.
Especially if you hang out with them, Hana does not hesitate to give her smile. Hana's hospitality makes her even more charming.
“It turns out that Ning Hana was originally very beautiful huh. He was wrong with Gus Haris. Truly mersasi” Whisper one santriwati to friends with sparkling eyes conveying his admiration.
“Iya true. But.. You know not?”
“What?”
“Unfortunately Gus Haris is not in love with Ning Hana. They were once set up. Even now Gus Haris is looking for a second wife. Looks like he will follow in the footsteps of Gus Yahya” One of them spread the news out of the wall where he heard.
“Ha? A timing? Ah right you are? What was Ning Hana's lack of anyway? I'm beautiful, smart, smart, Kiayi's son, very smooth. I think perfect! Not in the least, it's a pity the fate of Ning Hana's” Komantar santriwati others.
“Lah yes. But yeah how. Reportedly Ning Hana was unable to have children. So inevitably Gus Haris must find a second wife”
“That's serious??” Strangled them together.
“Sssstttttttttttttttttt. Don't be loud, later heard ning Hana so it's not good!”
“If gus Haris is looking for a second wife, surely many are scrambling for the list. Who would reject Gus Haris. Gus idol. I'm ready too. Hihi!” Say the most beautiful santriwati among them while mesem mesem mesem.
“Yeee. I want to too. Who knows ning Hana herself will find a second wife for her husband. Looks like we should get Ning Hana's attention! Hihii” Said the other Santriwati giggling.
“Huuuussis. Disperse! If this talk gets to the ears of the ustadzah what else reaches the abah and ummi Hajj, we can be punished! Come Istighfar istighfar. It feels like we are talking about the Kiayi family!” Santriwati the most senior among them gave a warning accompanied by the disbandment of them all.
Hana stepped into the middle hall. There was Hajjah Aisyah waiting for him.
“Assalamu’alaikum Ummi” Sapa Hana by kissing hands of reverence.
“Wa’alaikumsalam son, sit down!” As usual, Hajjah Aisyah gave a warm embrace. Hana took her place.
“How is the first impression here? Is the room comfortable?” Ask Hajjah Aisyah.
“Alhamdulillah comfortable Ummi. The facilities here are more than enough”
“Alhamdulillah then. Please drink the water first son!”
“Freshly, Mi” Said Hana sumringah after sipping her drink.
“Iya. This is date milk, the milk is pure milk which is squeezed directly from our farm. But it's been sterilized. The date is Ajwa date, the date of the prophet. Insha Allah is good for health” Bright hajjah Aisyah. Hana nodded her head.
“Nak, you will once in class greet the students! Teach the knowledge you have. Distribute to them. Insha Allah will be the charity of your father” Pinta hajjah Aisyah again.
“Actually Hana capacity is still not qualified, Mi” said Hana sungkan.
“Ah, you are too low. Ummi knows you can” Say hajjah Aisyah stroked Hana's shoulder.
The mood was silent for a moment. In the room there were only Hana and Hajjah Aisyah. Haji Zakaria himself was attending a meeting outside the pesantren.
“Nak, Someone wants Ummi to say” Finally hajjah Aisyah re-opens the conversation.
“Ummi feels this is the right opportunity to talk, because Abah is not here”
“What is mi?”
“Last-lately before nak Haris to New York, Abah mad big same Ummi”
“Astaghfirullah. How can I, Mi?” Hana surprised. For as Hana knew, Haji Zakaria was always warm to his wife.
“Yes, this started from our discussion earlier here. What do you think about potions as well as Ummi's suggestions? Is something wrong?” Ask hajjah Aisyah.
Deg.
“Naah, do you understand what Ummi means? Ummi just wants good for you. Just want to run Amanah. To make things work as they should. But it seems that I misunderstood the good intentions of Ummi” said Hajjah Aisyah while taking Hana's hand and grasping it. The hand feels cold.
“Hhhhhh Since then, abah stay away from Ummi until now” Complaints hajjah Aisyah. Hannah did not know what to answer.
“You want to help Ummi right nak?”
“Ba...Help what mi?” Ask Hana.
“Pease Haris open your eyes, so that you do not blame Ummi” Pinta hajjah Aisyah staring into Netra Hana.
“What should Hana tell mas Haris mi?”
“Please persuade Haris to remarry. Yesterday Ummi offered Lisa your best friend to be married to him. Ummi is sure, you and Lisa are best friends. You will understand each other. If Haris doesn't want to marry Lisa. You can choose whichever woman you deserve. It can be from this pesantren, or from your abah pesantren. After all agreed, we'll talk about this to your parents”
Lisa's? Hana's heart murmured.
Tesss. A drop of water landed perfectly from Hana's eyelids. This woman is deep.
“Ummi know, you are a shaliha woman. Followers of Umahatul Mukminin Aisyah r.a, said in the Qur’an in the letter an-Nisa, that a man may marry two, three, even four wives on condition that it can be fair and also capable. In this case, Ummi will not doubt Haris ability as well.
“Ummi darling…. Hana agrees that Haris is married again. Hana strongly agrees..” Hana's words cut out Hajjah Aisyah's sentence.
“Ummi has been very wise in this regard. Especially considering the condition of Hana who never visited the trust of children by God right? Hana is so sorry. But this is the problem, Mas Haris it is very difficult for Hana to persuade.... "
"It is very hard on his life principles. Mas Haris was exactly Zakaria, angry that Hana revealed this problem. It is possible that he followed the philosophy of a pair of geese, if it has determined one pair then it will really be faithful for the rest of his life. Ummi know how the temperament and habits of the swans?
"So there is no way Hana can persuade mas Haris let alone abah.” Hana raised her face with a sweet smile. This time he dared to look at the face of Hajjah Aisyah who was stunned by Hana's unexpected answer.
Hana alternately stroked the back of Aisyah's hand that had grasped her hand.
I don't know where he dared say that. But Hana remembered Haris' message before her husband left for foreign countries. He advised, when facing Hajjah Aisyah or anyone who intimidates, it is
must dare to express his heart but still have to be polite again.
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New York is entering early autumn. At 10:00 am Haris and his entourage arrived at John F International Airport. Kennedy took a 22-hour air journey. Here, they are welcomed
assistant of LogoVo Group.
Haris got off the plane still wearing casual clothes. White T-shirt, white pants and sunglasses. He walked leisurely because his goods and all his needs had Roni done. The assistant waiting at the airport dressed Haris in a fall-style coat because the temperature was starting to feel cold.
“Thank You” Haris.
“You are welcome, Sir!” Sahut a tribal assistant Indian of European descent.
“Include. I'm Mark. I'll take you to the hotel. Come!” Bring again.
“In the meantime, I will tell the family in Indonesia first” said Haris who glanced at his watch and then pulled over to the corner.
“Assalamu’alaikum” Sahut someone from nun far across. Haris already knew very well who the owner of this melodious voice.
“Not sleeping, hm?” Tanya Haris softly.
Although in New York it is still 10 am, but in Jakarta it is 9 pm. The 11-hour time difference between these two cities led to such a striking long span of time.
“Mas??” Pekik Hana's. He looked back at the number listed there. +14556xxxxx. New number. American state-owned telephone dialing codes.
“I just arrived, this is still at airport” Haris said.
“Alhamdulillah yes Rabb. I've been waiting for news from mas!” Hana said with a glass. Finally, she again heard the live voice of her husband after almost 24 hours can only see virtual videos of their togetherness on her phone.
“I miss You's. I do miss You. We'll videocall it, baby. This is me going to the hotel first. For a while, this was what I was telling you. I know you miss me too” said Haris closing their short conversation. Can not be denied, even though only a day apart, but it feels so long. Especially for the next two months. This handsome man really could not imagine it.
Hana fingered the necklace Pendant with the emblem of a pair of swans that were stuck firmly in her neck. The necklace Haris gave her before her husband left for New York. When giving this gift, her husband had first told how tabi'at a pair of swans in the romance story.
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