Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 12: New Facts

Moroccan. At 11:00 p.m., Gibran was at the shopping center, preparing souvenirs that he would bring home to his relatives and friends in Indonesia. Not to forget, he also bought a special gift for Hana.

A set of gamis complete with hoods and socks typical of Morocco, there are still more mukena silk and prayer mats that have been bought. He was a bit rushed, one more week God willing he has been in Indonesia. Now it's time to take care of all the administrative needs of the holiday in short. He plans later in the afternoon after the prayer Zuhur will call Hana.

The time difference between Indonesia and Morocco is 7 hours. This means that approximately the time in Indonesia will be 21:00 pm. Great time to call, he thought. Entering the daytime, the heat felt very stinging. The radiance of sunlight caused the asphalt to spew out its hot steam. The leaves of the head are like boiling.

Gibran raked in the money in his pants pocket to buy a bottle of mineral cold water. Thank God, even though the heat is stinging, at least there is still mineral water that can be minimized.

Which favor of Your Lord do you deny?

Afterwards, Gibran prepared to go back to his dorm to prepare all the necessities.

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Cafe.

Haris seemed cool chatting with Ridwan, as well as Hana, he and Yura chatted incessantly as if this conversation would never end.

“Today Gibran arrived in Indonesia, Han” Finally Yura opened talks about Gibran while whispering.

“Iya, I already know Ra, mas Gibran emailed me” Hana said sadly.

“Honestly I haven't told Gibran about your marriage. I was confused how to string words so that Gibran would understand and be able to receive.” Yura felt guilty.

“No. Let me just say it Ra. It's my fault, should I finish” Hana can only duck.

“Hana, you are not wrong. Allah is the one who determines everything” Yura convinced Hana. He understood very well how he was positioned and how he was hurt.

Haris occasionally glanced at his wife, wondering why they were always talking in whispers. Faintly he also caught the name of a foreign man called.

Without feeling ten minutes they had been chatting, until suddenly someone in the back greeted, saying hello,

“Mas Haris??” Haris and the others turned to him.

“Misna?”

“Iya mas, I'm Misna Arini's friend. Long time ago we did not meet. Arini how are you mas?”

“Alhamdulillah Arini well, let's join chat together! ” Invite Haris friendly.

“Thank you, I happen to be in a bit of a hurry. Maybe next time. Oiya, what about the wedding of mas and Arini? Don't forget to mention me later, I'll wait for the invitation.” Misna spoke with excitement.

Hearing Arini's name being called, Haris's countenance changed.

“Then I excuse mas-mas, mbak” Pamit Misna.

Haris and Misna's accidental meeting in front of Hana and Yura raises a new fact for them, that Haris actually already has someone he wants to marry before marrying Hana.

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Along the way to the house, Haris and Hana chose silence. They were busy struggling with their own thoughts until the Adhan Maghrib reverberated and they decided to stop praying at the nearest mosque.

“Finished prayers I wait for you here” Haris said.

“Good mas” Hana also rushed to the ablution place.

Hana walked a little hastily regardless of her surroundings. Suddenly…

Perches. Hana's down. His knees and hands hit the rock. Fresh blood flowed from his palms. The knee also hurts. The white gaya worn looked torn and dirty, lucky Hana was wearing leggings behind her gown, so her knees became invisible.

Haris approached Hana. He tried to get the girl into the car. Hana grimaced and limped. Haris could not bear to see it. With sprightly Haris carrying Hana ala bridal style.

“Mas, put it down, I ga why-why” Hana a little thrashing.

“Hold a minute, we're home. Pray at home. I'll treat your wounds” Haris said.

Haris sat Hana in the front seat. Then he drove his car. Hannah did not stop looking at Haris.

“Mas, Thank You” Said Hana later.

“Laa Syukra ‘alaa Waajib (No thanks for an obligation).” Sahut Haris's.

“However I have to thank you for helping me. I'm honestly embarrassed, though,

I could have fallen. Super sloppy”

Haris just smiled at Hana's chatter.

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Seeing Hana groaning, Haris spontaneously immediately grabbed the sheath Hana was wearing. He wants to treat Hana's injured knee.

“E.. uh, mas want what?” Hana prevents Haris hand from landing perfectly on her prayer glove.

“Yes want to treat your wounds, what else do you want?” answer Haris casually.

“Bi.. let me treat myself mas” suddenly Hana felt very nervous.

“You sure you can?”

“Of course” Hana replied quickly.

“Alright” Harispun handed the P3K box to Hana and was about to walk out.

“Mas...” Call Hana again.

“Yes, is there anything else I can help you with?” Haris looked back.

“Thank You” Hana uttered sincerely.

Haris replied with a sweet smile.

Suddenly Hana's phone rings. Hana looked at her phone screen. Overseas numbers. Country code of Morocco. Looks like Gibran called him. Hana is tense. Cold sweat came out of his temple. He didn't pick up the phone immediately and was silent for a moment.

“Why not lift?” Haris was astonished to see Hana who was just silent.

“I.. yes” Hana back to look at Haris. Haris understood and he immediately came out of Hana's room.

It is undeniable, Haris was curious, who these nights call the girl. He wanted to eavesdrop on their conversation but did not. It's very rude to eavesdrop on someone else's conversation.

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“Assalamu’alaikum Han” Gibran greets across there.

“Wa’alaikumsalam mas”

“How are you? Healthy?”

“Alhamdulillah I'm healthy”

“I'm glad to hear it. I just bought a new HP. Then I want to contact you”

“Alhamdulillah, how is the test? I read the email, the other day I told you that the test scores were very good. Congratulations yes. I'm so happy” Hana said softly.

“Thank you Hana. Support from you makes me more excited”

Hannah felt guilty and bad. On the one hand, she felt bad talking to the other man behind her husband. On the other hand, he honestly missed Gibran. The water is back flowing. He had not been able to tell Gibran that he was married. But in his heart he promised to say

this is all Gibran's arrival from Morocco.

“There must have been a bit late at night. It's still late afternoon. You rest

yep. Don't ambush. Keep Health.” Gibran's Advice.

“Yes, God willing. Thank you very much mas, Jazakallah Khairal Jaza’.”

“Then our conversation got here first. Later in Indonesia, we will continue longer. Especially after getting married, we'll talk until morning. Aamin Allahumma Aamiiin. Gibran ended their conversation.

Hannah who heard Gibran's words cried again. Not just ordinary crying. It starts to sob.

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