Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 125: Crooked Ribs

Hajjah Aisyah was laid on her soft mattress after suddenly becoming unconscious during a video screening in the meeting room. He was carried by Hajj Zakaria and Ustadz Yahya to the room.

“Well, Ummi why can you faint?” Tanya Ustadz Yahya was confused again anxiously.

“As usual, maybe Ummi you're tired son!” Sahut Haji Zakaria. It seems that not once did Hajjah Aisyah experience sudden fainting.

“Please call nak Iqlima to accompany Ummi yes!” Say Hajj Zakaria again.

“Sorry, Yahya will call Layla to accompany Ummi. Abah knows the relationship between Ummi and Iqlima is not very good. Later pity Iqlima will be months Ummi” Sahut Ustadz Yahya a little sad. Listening to the child's words, Haji Zakaria had to sigh but nodded in agreement.

Iqlima, your first wife is indeed an ungodly son-in-law son! Just like Hana! Sahut inward hajjah Aisyah. Actually, he did not faint at all. Pretending to faint.

Haji Zakaria and Ustadz Yahya moved out of the room. Hajjah Aisyah slightly peeked squinting her eyes. When he felt safe, he opened his eyes wide.

Hhhhhh…. Mumbled bu Hajjah feeling relieved. Huh. That Lisa. I could have fooled you! There is a tengsin feeling in the heart. Given Lisa, the kid yesterday afternoon could have tricked her into notabene someone with status status and high education.

Ustadz Yahya enters the house.

“Mas..” Call ustadzah Iqlima who is happy to see her husband home.

But Yahya's body turned to the right. Directly to Layla's ustadzah room. Ustadzah Iqlima so paused his steps. Retrogressive. He peeked sadly from behind the wall of the middle room of their house.

This sad-faced woman lowered her head deeply by squeezing the end of her veil. Eyes dewy. At this time Hajjah Aisyah the in-law ordered Yahya ustadz to spend more time with Layla's ustadzah in preparation for the program of the third descendant of the Zakarian dynasty.

Ustadzah Iqlima can do nothing but just silence and obey. Besides her being a lucky orphan girl married by Ustadz Yahya, she also could not give any children.

It is different from Layla. This beautiful woman comes from a respectable descendant who also still has a relative relationship with the Hajjah. This fact made Hajjah Aisyah very fond of Ustadzah Layla.

Kriyet.

Ustadz Yahya entered the room.

“Price is back?” Layla sumringah.

“You accompany Ummi yes. He still fainted in the room!” Ustadz Yahya's word is flat.

“Good Abi!”

Ustadz Yahya opened the turban. He was about to change his daily robe with his official robe. Ustadz Yahya has to go to the police station to take care of Lisa's case.

“Honey, want to go yes?” Tanya ustadzah Layla hugs her husband from behind. Ustadz Yahya nodded.

“Abi dear, please transfer money to a bubun account yes!” Babis pampered ustadzah Layla.

“Lho, not yesterday I just transferred 30 million?” Ustadz Yahya frowned.

“That money, 25 million already bought a bag. Now Bubun wants treatment to the salon. Will be happy abi dear too!” Ustadzah Layla rubs Yahya's ustadz arm plan. It was difficult for him to refuse the second wife's request.

“Hemmm. Alright. I'll transfer it again!” Sahut ustadz Yahya was greeted with a closer hug by Layla's ustadzah.

Instantly, Ustadz Yahya stretched the embrace. Suddenly his mind floated on Iqlima. A wife who never demands anything from him.

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Hana comes home feeling increasingly claustrophobic after hearing the debate between Yura and Lisa. In the car, all the way Hana was crying.

Luckily Romi and Amira offer to take him home. Honestly, Hana is also not able to drive. His stomach is getting worse. Hana will open the door of the room but she immediately stopped doing so.

Hana felt she had to meet someone to ask for advice. His heart is very heavy now. The mood is really bad. Hana wants to contact Haris to pour out all her heart. But Hana does not want to interfere with the work of her husband who is busy in America there.

Hana stepped into the residence of Ustadz Yahya. The location is still one area with the Zakaria Hajj residence. Still in the Pesantren neighborhood. Khadimah invited Hannah in. Haris's wife was welcomed by Iqlima.

Since more than a week ago occupied the Zakaria hajj residence, the relationship between the brothers and sisters is getting closer. Hana was so admiring the tenderness, kindness and sincerity of her foster sister-in-law.

“Masya Allah.. Let's go Ning!” Ustadzah Iqlima hugged Hana. Then he brought her into the room to be able to chat more freely.

“Yes Rabb, just call Hana or Hana mba! Don't call Ning. Like anyone!” Hana's smile felt sad.

“Hehe. All right then! Dik Hana How are you? Your face's puffy! You've been crying?” Tanya Ustadzah Iqlima was attentive. He got up to take snacks and drinks and then served Hana.

“Don't bother mba! Let's just chat!” Hana said holding her stomach that was a little painful.

“Your stomach hurts?!” Tanya ustadzah Iqlima came back to Hana.

“Hmh little mba. But Hana brought the cure. Hana takes her medicine first”

After a short rest and her stomach improved, Hana began to tell him all the grievances and uneg-uneg that were in her heart at this time. Ustadzah Iqlima listened carefully while occasionally stroking Hana's back. He also shed tears and felt the sadness and disappointment that Hana now felt.

Sometimes life scenarios are not always beautiful. Hana experienced a betrayal that felt so piercing. Occasionally Ustadzah Iqlima gives some motivational sentences soul builders. That flowing sentence felt soothing. Hana felt much better.

“So in...he's a honey candidate that Ummi prepared for you, dik?” At once Ustadzah Iqlima was shocked. I don't know why the discussion about honey always makes his heart melt. Hana nodded.

“Actually already several times mas Haris warned about Lisa. But Hana remains in disbelief until the video proves everything. Hiks hiks” Hana is back crying.

“Dik...” Call the ustadzah Iqlima holding Hana's hand and then look at the young woman Netra in front of him closely. He paused his sentence.

“Whatever he is. Whoever it is. Don't get dik Hana in honey..” Lirih ustadzah Iqlima. Short but emphasis. Her beautiful eyes were back. Hana's fingers were tightly grasped. Hana blinked her eyes. Wakeless.

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Hana returned to the room with a much more relieved feeling. Talking to her is like finding something new for her. Hana became more sincere and legowo. Now He leaves all his problems to God.

Ustadzah Iqlima, or what he called mba Iqlima, transferred a lot of knowledge and knowledge. Though only briefly chatting, but obtained like already sitting for long in the assembly.

Hana feels that Yahya ustadz is lucky to marry her. Hana took back the water. Wudhu cleared his mind. Although it cannot be denied, Hana has not been able to get rid of her feelings of disappointment.

Hana opened the bag. Twenty-one missed calls. Twenty-five messages from one important contact lit up the screen. The man was none other than her own husband. Hana bit her lower lip. Anxious Haris was angry.

Not waiting for a long time, Hana immediately sent a call through the video, he said,

“Where are you going?!!” Hardik Haris without stale bases. Hana had to keep the speaker phone away from her ear. Hana. He completely forgot to look at the phone. It makes it hard to concentrate.

“Sorry, I just returned to my room. I saw mobile” Lirih Hana slowly.

“What?? Is the clock back??! Where are you going?! Tau ga, getting out of the house without permission from the husband is illegal! You know religion, you know Sharia! But you're not at all indenting. You just sent a message asking for permission, and I haven't given you permission at all!” Sarkas Haris with a long weight. Piqued.

He was really waiting for news from Hana to stay up late. This guy is really worried. From morning to night, the agenda is very tight. His body was tired, his back was sore. Haris needs Hana just to see her face. Need news from his wife so that he does not feel worried until his head feels like exploding thinking of all this.

Feeling yelled at, Hana started crying. It has become very sensitive lately. Tears can come out so easily.

Haris who saw Hana crying instantly turned clumsy. He mellowed.

“Hmmm... Already, don't cry” Lirih Haris. Hana's still a mouthful. This woman is down.

“Hana...” Call Haris. Hana didn't bully and just kept looking down.

“Hana Fatima Ameer. Look at Your Husband!” Haris's word is firm. Kontan Hana raised her head.

“Sorry...”.Lirih Haris again.

“I know you're in a bad state. Then I'm worried. I'm anxious. I'm so scared of you for nothing. So scared..”.

“I have indeed asked God to always guard and protect you with or without me by your side. But…. "

“You should also try to take care of yourself. Riding a car alone with a feeling of anxiety. It is not something that can be justified for any reason. You risked your own life! You made my heart break and wait for news until I was confused what to do. Last I contacted Yura, Romi even Gibran!”

Deg.

“We are separated by a wide span of distances with differences in time dimensions. If anything happens, I can't even get to you in a second! ” Saying Haris frustrating. Hana has trouble breathing. It felt like time had stopped instantly.

“Sorry. I'm mistaken. I've been rude to you. But I can't help but worry! This time I can't not be angry!” Tukas Haris bluntly said what he felt plainly. Hana. How much the husband thought about it. But it dissolves in its own world. Hannah felt guilty. Feelings that had improved now turned back to bad.

“I'm angry, but I forgive you!” Haris said quickly. Hana just kept quiet.

“Honey, speak!”

“………………….”

“What if I'm not together with mas in heaven…. I have to how mas?” Lirih Hana. Her throat was choked.

“What do you mean say that?” Harris

frowned.

“Today I have made mas not ridho to me. I feel so bad. I am a disobedient wife. Angels recorded. I'm dur's wife...”

“I told you I forgive you!” Haris said quickly. He regretted rebuking Hana so hard. The wife's crying became more and more painful.

It is true that women are made of crooked ribs. If forced to straight, it will break. But if left unchecked, it will bend forever. Things make Haris so emotional. Hhhh no. Haris feels he must control his temperament even though he really wants to protect Hana.

“If we're close, I've wiped the tears and held you tight. Then I'll take you around the full moon like we always do. Until your soul is filled with butterflies flying. So please... Stop crying baby.Help me so that we together can reach His pleasure. Help me to be a good priest to you. Help me hold your hand so that we can be together in His Heaven. You want to, right?” Now even Haris is glazed. Hana. She stared at the husband's faceless face from the screen. Then he nodded.

The woman who had managed to conquer Haris' heart was moved. She could not be untouched by the beautiful words her husband made.

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Someone entered Hajjah Aisyah's room. This middle-aged woman again tightly closed her eyes. Maybe it was Layla. Thought Miss Hajjah. He peeked a little to see who was coming. It's not Layla. Someone who entered the room deftly locked the door and approached him who was still pretending to lie on the bed.

“Do not act Mi... Quickly open the eyes of Ummi!”

Hajjah Aisyah.

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