Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 127: The Amor

Haris closed the door. He rubbed the sweat that came out as big as corn seeds filled his forehead. Haris sweating. Even though the AC temperature is already in the stel with the lowest temperature. That girl named Evelina really tested her faith. Haris needs Hana right now. He needs his wife. Haris remembered a Hadith,

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.

“Pak Haris surprised?” Doctor Cut Meutia's murmurs jerked. His voice was barely heard. Didn't Miss Hana tell the husband the news about her pregnancy huh. Thought him again. Baffled.

“Hana really pregnant doc?” Haris made sure.

“Ma..af, I don't..”.

“I'm currently in America! Please doctor spelled out all the things about my wife's pregnancy!” Cut Haris.

This young man was really impatient. He continued to urge the middle-aged doctor until finally the doctor was willing to explain everything he knew about Hana's pregnancy to him. Haris's eyes are wet. He made a prostration of gratitude after previously sitting on the bed.

Allah is All-Good. Allah is Most Merciful. Haris wiped her tears. He listened to doctor Cut Meutia's account of how Hana struggled. Especially at first Hana ventured to check for herself the health of her reproductive organs. Knowing this, increased the affection that Haris felt for his wife.

Haris quickly took his salary.

“Roni, please book a ticket. I'm going back to Indonesia. Check out the nearest flight schedule!” Haris's orders. Roni swiftly checked Haris' remaining schedule.

“But..”.

“Order it! For matters in America, I will remain in charge!” Haris' orders again. Roni could not argue with the boss.

“Hmh... Wait, Ron!”

“Please get Hana's medicine at Cut Meutia clinic but how not to let Hana know that I gave orders” Titah Haris again.

“Each Boss!!”

Haris to bathroom renew wudhu’. He feels guilty. Meeting Evelina seemed to make her feel betrayed Hana. He washed his face many times with cold water. Then his movements accelerated. The cold water made his skin feel burnt.

It is true that if someone says if something is too hot or something is too cold, then it will both burn. Haris deliberately did not turn on the hot water faucet. He doesn't want to fall asleep.

The nightgown Haris was wearing was wet. The clothes were splashed by water due to the movement of the bars. This man took off his pajamas without any intention of taking on a change of clothes. He prefers to take the phone call Hana. Many times he relied on calls, but Hana did not stop answering. Haris did not give up. He even waited ten minutes with dozens of calls until his wife actually picked him up.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mas's... " Hana's voice from across. Almost Haris aroused his emotions because Hana took too long to raise the call. He has taken a chance to vent his anger. However, considering that now Hana is pregnant with her baby, these emotions also dampen the angle instantly.

"Waalaikum... Where the hell have you been? " Tanya Haris is gentle.

"I'm new from the place of Iqlima mas ustadzah" Sahut Hana.

"Why not wear clothes? " Tanya Hana was astonished.

"Bajuku wet earlier wudhu. So in the sun first. Lazy to take the other" Sahut Haris relaxed.

"Ih mas... What will someone see? "

"Yes... Who saw you doang! I'm alone in the room" Sahut Haris again. The mood was silent for a moment. Haris looked at Hana's face without asking anything. He looked at his beautiful wife from the front of the screen. Haris.

"Mi Amor's... "

"Hm? " Hana jerks. He did not hear what Haris said.

"Mi Amor's... I can't resist your charm... " Say Haris with wet Eyes. Hana blushed. Her face flushed. But then he realized that the husband's eyes were glazed over.

"Mas... me... cry? " Hana was stunned to see Haris rubbing her eyes.

"Sorry baby, I just got carried away.....

" Atmosphere? " Hana frowned.

"The atmosphere that makes me miss you even more... Too long have we been apart, making me frail.” I'm Haris.

"Will you... There will be no cure for this longing except meetings. Mi Amor's... Miss you... You really make me opiate... " Say Haris again. Hana vibrates. For the umpteenth time, the husband managed to make Hana feel valuable and wanted. Haris is a masterful poet who always manages to conquer Hana's heart through his sweet words.

"You're in good health. Get enough rest. If you are tired and feel sore, you can ask for help mbak Sri or mbak Minah to massage you. Continues to... Drink lots of water. Don't get dehydrated..." Haris began to describe a series of messages that his wife must obey.

"Hm... Especially yaa... Hm... Oiya... Hm...."

"Mas... Mas why? I'm good! Tumben really" Hana smiled to see the attention of the husband more than usual.

"Hana.... " Call Haris.

"Yes....? "

"You.... want to hear and do what I ordered, right? " Tanya Haris looked at Hana fixedly making the beautiful woman have no other choice but to nod and obey her husband's wishes.

“Mas... "

“Ya?”

"Actually me... " Haris is still waiting.

“Hmh... Actually now I'm ha...” Hana has trouble swallowing. His saliva felt stuck in the throat.

“Hah? Ngaco. I haven't said anything!” Protest Hana shook her head.

“Already... admit it…. I don't mind if you admit it. You miss her, don't you?” Haris is teasing Hana.

“Ih mass.............................” Hana put her palm to the face. His concentration is broken. Actually, that's not what Hana wants to say.

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Ustazah Iqlima smiled blushingly at the look of his self in front of the mirror. He managed to turn the ends of his black straight hair into a wavy one. As a result, the hair becomes more volume to make Ustazah Iqlima look fresh.

Now he is in flowers. Tonight, my husband promised to come visit. Lucky Hana so attentive, lend her catokan to give many tips makeup. They were together almost all day and talked about a lot of things. From here Iqlima just found out who the figure of Hana really is. A gentle woman with all her privileges is a person who is so humble again pleasing.

There is Hana nearby, giving a new atmosphere that causes the Iqlima Ustadzah not to feel too lonely. Especially now Layla has limited Ali, the son of her honeymoon sister with her husband to play with her. To make the days of the iqlima ustadzah feel so empty. Not to mention Yahya ustadz also rarely visit.

But tonight is different. The brief whisper of Yahya's ustadz in the ear brings new hope to him. The whisper sounds like a melodious groan from the verses of choice. Iqlima makes ustadzah feel like a teenager who just fell in love. Exaggeration indeed. But that's the truth.

The desire of this forgiving woman is not too grandiose. He only hopes to serve and support his husband until the end of his life. That'sthat's all. Iqlima is a woman with almost no ambition.

Now Ustadzah Iqlima began to polish a little Sakura-colored lipstick into her thin lips. Blush on with matching colors also do not forget he dissolved. Then he smiled and closed his mouth. Realizing that the lipstick was stuck to his palm, he tapped his head against his carelessness and began to re-polish.

The best sleeping dress has also been prepared. Ustadzah Iqlima hoped that the husband would be at home chatting with him until the evening prayer. The time to be together is very short.

Ustadz Yahya himself is sitting in his chair after returning home from an impromptu inspection to his paper mill. He stared at the gift perched on the table. The gift he had prepared for Iqlima. Come to think of it, Iqlima almost never demanded anything from her.

The shopping money he gave was also always received without asking much questions. Unlike Layla whose life is more glamorous. Yes naturally, Layla comes from a wealthy family of subsidiaries of coal company owners who are somehow willing to be his second wife. When she was married, Layla was not eighteen years old. This is what has always been a pride and always buzzed by Umminya, Hajjah Aisyah.

Ustadz Yahya closed his eyes in light of all this. I don't know how many tears Iqlima has shed since he married Layla. Several times he got caught by her. But Iqlima pretended to be okay. How patient his first wife was.

Not wanting to be too late to get lost in thought. Ustadz Yahya opened the Arabic script a little repeating his study. In an hour he will visit Layla. He pocketed a gift containing a necklace with a butterfly pendant initialized Y.N as a marker decorate there. Y means Yahya and N means Noor, taken from the middle name of the wife, Iqlima Noor Azkiya (Iqlima, the light of vision).

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At 21:00 WIB. Deg-degan. Ustadzah Iqlima awaits the presence of Ustaz Yahya. The room feels like new. The sheets have changed following with the bedcovers and knickknacks. He was still standing in front of the dressing table combing his hair carefully so as not to tangle.

Hot water has Iqlima diploma prepare. Just in case Yahya ustadz hasn't taken a shower after a long day of work out there. Snacks such as dates and the husband's favorite almonds are also available. Tea is brewed later.

At 22:00 WIB. Nasal stick ustadz Yahya never seen. ustadzah Iqlima staring at the ceiling of the room with a peek at the screen of the mobile phone. It feels very eager to send a message by asking where the husband is now. But Iqlima's ustadzah undo it by choosing to move and peek out from behind the window.

Since ustadz Yahya married Layla and the girl chose the master room, causing the room of Iqlima ustadzah to move near the dining room. This position makes him unable to see if the husband enters the house. Not infrequently Iqlima ustazah settles in the middle room just to see the husband. A completely unfavorable position.

At 23:00 WIB. Ustadzah Layla is worried. He twined his silk nightgown. The shadow of Yahya's ustadz has not yet been seen. But suddenly, a message landed on his phone. From Hubby (Please call ustazah Iqlima to Ustadz Yahya). This woman is sumringah.

Iqlima, go to sleep first. Ali and Umar were so fussy. They didn't let me go at all. Ali's body temperature was also slightly warm. Sorry, I can't be sure if I can visit you tonight or not.

Layla smiled as Yahya ustadz sent a message to his competitors. Yep. Iqlima is nothing but a competitor to him. Luckily, Nilam was quick to report that the husband would visit his sister. I don't know where the information you get. But the information from the students is very useful. Especially in times like this.

Ustadzah iqlima is sitting limp. Unasked, his tears filled his cheeks. He smiled bitterly as he continued wiping away the tears that could not stop flowing. This beautiful woman who has dressed up fits in the corner of the room alone. Her make up faded. The dim light of the room that was turned on was not too bright it described how his current mood was.

Unable to stand the tightness, he took the device.

“Assalamu’alaikum dik Ha.na”

“Waalaikumsalam. mba iqlima, what is it?” Hana was astonished to hear the nasal sound of her sister-in-law.

“No.. a..a I just want to hear your soothing voice. A...pa you're sleepy? Am I bothering you?” Tanya ustadzah Iqlima still continues to wipe her tears.

“I'm not sleepy yet. This phone call is not at all disturbing. Especially Haris is far away. We can talk as far as we want. But... Is it okay right now?” Ask Hana worriedly. He smelled a bad scent.

“A...ku fine”

Ustazah iqlima said that he was fine. But Hana knew that her situation was the opposite. Finally, the prospective mother of twins accompanied her kaka-in-law to pour a cloud that had been enveloping the heart. Like a sister with a strong heart. Hana faithfully listened until they did not feel they chat for 2 hours. After hearts were relieved and hung up on each other, Iqlima's ustadzah drooped on the floor.

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Sssrngg.

At 02:00 in the morning. A person who is none other than Yahya ustadz, opened the door of the Iqlima ustazah room using his spare spare spare spare spare spare spare spare key.

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Mi Amor's....

There is a heart that is happy with its love....

Dan~

*A*da a crying heart is hurt* also because of her love...

*Mi Amor (Spanish), means My Love.

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