Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 126: News From Doctor Cut Meutia

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There was a door ringing. Someone entered Hajjah Aisyah's room. This middle-aged woman again closed her eyes tightly with a slight improvement in her sleeping position as before. 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.

“Heemmm” People who go into a room are clearing their throat.

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

Hajjah Aisyah was stunned but her eyes were still left tightly closed. The man approached Hajjah Aisyah. Sitting near her and peeling the top of her head.

“Open the eyes of Ummi. Ananda knew that Ummi was just pretending! If you until you know this fact, I don't know what you will do” said the person who is none other than Ustadz Yahya, the son of Hajjah Aisyah. Slowly the tightly closed eyes opened.

“A..ananda know where Ummi just pretended?”

“Already... Ummi want to create a lie how much more?” Tanya Ustadz Yahya.

“You don't be disrespectful to old man son!” Sergey hajjah Aisyah offended.

“Ananda has great respect for Ummi. But kebatilan still kebatilan Mi. No one can mix up wrongdoing and righteousness” Ustaz Yahya said calmly. Hajjah Aisyah was silent.

“Mi.. It is time for Ummi to repent. Poor Abah. Abah is the kindest, most sincere, most obedient person. Don't let Ummi regret!” Ustaz Yahya said holding the hand of Hajjah Aisyah gave a warning.

“What do you mean Yahya?! Have you turned into an ungodly child now?!” Hajjah Aisyah brushed off her son's hand. Ustadz Yahya shook helplessly. The threat of being an ungodly child continues to be pronounced when Ustaz Yahya tries to invite discussion. Though the man who is still 34 years old was all his strength to follow what his mother wanted. Including marrying Layla.

Tok tok tok tok

There was a knocking on the door. Ustadz Yahya opened it. Ustazah Iqlima came in carrying a potion and medicine.

“Iqlima? Layla where?” Ustaz Yahya frowned.

“Dik Layla again has a need then ask for my help to replace it for a while!” Sahut Ustadzah Iqlima. She knew Layla had an appointment with her friends to hangout at the Mall.

“Then you accompany Ummi ya... I met abah duah” Ustaz Yahya who moved out of the room. Ustadzah Iqlima looked down at her husband's passing back. This woman really misses her husband. It had been almost two weeks that Yahya had not seen him. His eyes suddenly got wet.

“Yahya! What do you want to see abah?!” Hajjah Aisyah asked who suddenly panicked. Ustadzah Iqlima was surprised to see his father-in-law who suddenly woke up screaming.

“Mau report.....”.

“Ananda wants to give a report about Lisa. Ummi don't scream. It will hurt even more!” Ustadz Yahya. But instead of him directly out, he took the time to approach his first wife.

“Later tonight I'll meet you” Bytadz Yahya. Ustadzah Iqlima nodded. His face changed. Sunny. Warm whispers from the husband managed to make it flowery. Hajah Aisyah. He did not like to see the view in front of him.

The position of Hajjah Aisyah is getting squeezed at this time. Even Yahya had sniffed the scent of irregularity that was on the Ummi. I don't know what secrets Yahya knows. Hajjah Aisyah snapped her fingers. Worriedly.

"Mi, Iqlima massage yes... "

"No need. You just get out, son! Ummi awaits Layla's arrival. Nak Layla's hand massage is very suitable to relieve the aching feeling in Ummi's body"

"Baa... Ok Mi. Ra... This potion is in the drink yes mi... This is the spice of choice that Iqlima has brewed. This herb is effective in maintaining health"

"Let it be there! " Evote Hajjah Aisyah to throw her face in any direction. Dismissively. Ustazah Iqlima followed the instructions of the in-laws with a feeling of sadness. But that negative feeling soon led to. She recalled the words of her husband who promised that he would meet her tonight. Remembering this, Ustadzah Iqlima was grateful again.

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At 10:00 in the morning. Haris arrived in Las Vegas. This city is the most populous in the state of Nevada, United States. This is the first time Haris has visited a city dubbed a haven for shopping, culinary, gambling and nightlife enthusiasts (it has a number of casino resorts as gambling, brothels and other similar pastimes). Not only that, Las Vegas is also dubbed as the city of sin because of the many illegal industries that exist there. As the most important city in Nevada, Las Vegas serves as a trading, financial, and cultural center.

Haris arrived ahead of schedule. This young man did not want to delay even though he could actually relax for a few more days in New York. But the longing for his wife makes him want to finish all the work and absorb various knowledge with lightning fast but still done as well as possible.

Haris is a little uncomfortable with the aura displayed in the city of Las Vegas. The picture of this city does not match the soul that always craves tranquility. New York, Las Vegas or any other city that is not the type of city that he and Hana will spend in their old age.

After arriving here, Haris does not go directly to the hotel but directly to the branch office that has been running for decades since it was managed in the time of Abdurrahman's grandfather. Haris immediately stepped foot into the boardroom. His presence was immediately greeted with a friendly and warm welcome. Whereas white people from Caucasian groups who immigrated to the American continent were not happy to speak stale. But facing Haris who Notabene her as the owner of 93 percent of the shares, they behave differently.

Haris listened to the explanation they described about the design of the new project. Some investor companies are competing to work together. The staff in charge mentioned some of the companies involved.

"Wait wait's... Just sec... MarkJ Company's? " Haris frowned when one of them mentioned that the company was participating in the project this time.

"Yes Sir"

"Isn't that a company that produces alcoholic beverages and is under the auspices of an orbiting company, right, an adult model? " Haris squinted his eyes.

"True Master"

"Decide on cooperation with the company. Blacklist from vendor list" Shoot Haris with full rigor.

"Ta... This company has been working with us for a long time! "

"Have worked together for a long time?!" Haris. As far as his knowledge, Abdurrahman's grandfather never gave opportunities to things that contain shubhat. Moreover, working with companies that clearly produce illegal goods.

"Evocate Mr. Erick Brown is facing me tomorrow! " Haris's Order. Erick is a person who has the authority to decide which companies to work with.

And within the allotted time... Erick was under the supervision of Lady Zakaria, who was none other than Hajjah Aisyah. Haris massaging temples. His duties are heavy. It should be further audited about all these irregularities. Haris felt as if the mountain of Uhud was going to hit him.

This young CEO candidate broke up the meeting. After that, he continued his visit to the Silkworm Factory. A factory that produces textile raw materials for import into Indonesia. Haris learned a lot at this factory. All the work goes so regularly and looks very purposeful. This athletic young man felt at home for a long time. He spent up to three and a half hours there.

"Are we not going to the hotel first to rest, sir? Master looks tired!" Said one of the assistants.

"Hm... Alright. I have not prayed either. Later can all pray plural in the hotel" said Haris check his watch.

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The night in Las Vegas is so good. The streets are bright with sparkling Neon lights that spread flat in every corner. Las Vegas is one of the cities with the brightest streets in the world. How not, there are about 15 thousand miles of fluorescent tubes inside the city that twinkle a full color twinkle.

"Hmmm... " Haris cleared his throat.

"We go straight to the hotel, sir!" Haris cool. In Las Vegas, this young man was accompanied by several bodyguards in the shade of LogoVo group. Unfortunately Ridwan still takes care of some work in New York.

"In that case, I'll call the comfort woman! He will bring you champagne. Being alone in a hotel room is not a good thing sir! Let the people work according to the portions! " Further driver sumringah. He felt he had to be friendly to Haris, the American man from the Indian tribe, hoping that the thick-pocketed boss would give him more tips.

As for Haris, he did not hear what the man was saying. This young man dissolved in his mind. She missed Hana. Missed everything about Hana. The drizzle that was coming down thinly actually described his mood. He can't wait to go back to Indonesia. Had Hana not refused to fly to Las Vegas, she would have been the happiest person today.

Haris started typing the verse on his mobile phone. He presented the verses in English to Hana:

Where do I begin

To tell the story of how great a love can be

The sweet love story that is older than the sea

The simple truth about the love she brings to me

Where do I start

She fills my heart with very special things

With angels' songs, with wild images

She fills my soul with so much love

That anywhere I go I'm never lonely

With her around, who could be lonely

I reach for her hand, it's always there

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Haris arrived at the hotel room. He threw his body down for a moment on the bed. His eyes feel heavy. The suit and the official clothes are still attached to the body. Haris is frozen. He was too weak to get back up. His position is too comfortable.

But Haris remembered he had not prayed Maghrib nor Isha'. Luckily Islam provides ease of performing prayers for a traveler so that he can mushroom her. Alhamdulillahot. Being in a non-Muslim country with a myriad of jobs does have its own challenges.

Haris got up to change his clothes with sleepwear and then worship and pray. Not to forget, he took the time to read al-Mulk's letter before going to bed. A letter that he had read as his daily practice.

Suddenly the bell rang. Haris doesn't pay attention to him. He felt he was not ordering food or asking for any service.

Bell still sounds. Not just once. But repeatedly. Feels so distracting. Huft. There is a bodyguard in front. What the hell is their job. Why not stop pushing the bell! Umpat Haris jengah's. This man got up after previously closing the mushaf first.

Door opens. Haris. A Russian woman has blonde hair with open clothes in front of her. The Russian tonic is no doubt about the beauty and beauty of their appearance. Porcelain tubs in the style of a professional model, this woman introduced herself.

"Master, I'm Evelina... I was ordered to accompany you tonight. And... I will not disappoint you sir! " Evelina smiled charmingly by emphasizing her every sentence. The strong smell of Yasmin was so intoxicating to Haris's smell. He had trouble swallowing saliva. However, Haris is a normal adult man who has never felt the beauty of the world with women. The woman who is none other than his wife. For a moment Haris was glued. It's almost wobbly.

"Sorry, I'm tired and I didn't order anyone to accompany me! " Say Haris. He tried to master the situation and answered the woman before him as decently as possible. America is a country of law. And Las Vegas legalizes the practice of free s*x.

Haris was about to close the door, however...

"Sir, I beg you. I promise to give you the best service. If master cancels me tonight, I suffer a great loss! I need money to treat my ailing mother I beg you sir.Help me" Evelina said. This woman holding the door leaf prevented Haris from closing it.

"All right..." Haris thought for a moment.

"Give me your account number! "

"We will make the transaction after I finish my work sir! I promise I will make you never forget the service I gave you" Evelina said.

"good. You wait here for a minute! " Say Haris shut the door. He came out soon. Then out thrust a check and give a light blanket covering the body of the woman who was exposed everywhere.

"Sorry" Haris said.

"This is an 80-thousand-dollar check. This check is yours. Go home and treat your mother. Excuse me. I already have a wife. I cannot betray him. This is also prohibited in my religion! " Haris closed the door casually after giving a cash check equivalent to 1 billion rupiah to Evelina who was sculpting. This woman fell to the floor. He cried because he was touched by Haris' treatment.

Honestly speaking, Evelina's whole life has never been treated this sweetly by any man. Haris treated her with courtesy. It's like a dream. Money is in his hands. Evelina can treat the mother who must wash the blood every week. This girl promised one day to return the favor to Haris. That's determination.

Huft. Haris exhaled a gasping breath. Scrolls of sweat the size of corn seeds emerged from his forehead. Even though the AC temperature is already in the stel with the lowest temperature. Haris needs Hana right now. He needs his wife.

The Prophet said, "When you see a woman, come to your wife, for that can ease the turmoil in your heart." (Moslem).

Haris was about to call Hana, but a call had already filled the screen.

"Assalamu'alaikum sir Haris... I'm Doctor Cut Meutia! Miss Hana Fatimah Ameer. My assistant called him but there was no answer! Just now Miss Hana controls her womb. He forgot to take the medicine I prescribed. This is an important drug because Miss Hana complains about false contractions that are constantly felt even though her gestational age is very young. I'm afraid Miss Hana is bleeding. I immediately contacted Haris! " Light doctor Cut Meutia at length.

"A.. what is doc? Hana Pregnant??! " Haris's pupils dilated.

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The above verse is a snippet of Love Story by Andy Williams...

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