Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
Chapter 129: Landing Perfectly
Dear Kaka - kaka Readers…..
After seeing and weighing the input and comments on the love story of Ustadz Yahya-Ustadzah Iqlima yesterday, which some kaka-kaka agreed to be tucked away in this story. Some of them want to be separated into their own novels so they are not confused. But it turns out there are also some who want this story skipped. 😄
So the Author decided to skip the love story of Ustadz Yahya and Ustazah Iqlima in this Haris-Hana novel for the sake of mutual comfort.
But if it turns out that this story is indeed a lot of interest, then the Author will consider writing a new story in a different novel from the beginning story to their final story. Insha'allah.
Naaah... In this chapter, because yesterday was already written and still nyempil story Ustadz Yahya and Ustadzah Iqlima, so ga paaa yahh! 😅
Author males delete and rethink again. Hehe. But for the next episode there is no more the story of Yahya and Iqlima in this detail. Thank You 💛
Happy Reading~'s
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At 02:00 in the morning. Ustadz Yahya opened the door to the room ustazah Iqlima using his spare spare spare spare spare spare key. He was surprised to see his wife sleeping on the floor leaning against the wall of the bed.
Ustadz Yahya approached the wife he had been married to for eight years. Heart's wet. How Iqlima had prepared everything to welcome him. Shalihah's wife. Ustadz Yahya murmured to fix the beautiful hair tendrils that were already a little disheveled.
No wait any longer. Ustadz Yahya lifted Iqlima onto the bed. He covered his wife's body with a thick bed cover. Then kiss the top of the head of Iqlima who has not been awake lovingly. The eyes of this two-wife youth were wet.
There was a hope he could not express. Jamiliha. Jamilah Shalihah. Mumbled him again. After a while rubbing Iqlima's head, he turned around to leave the room. But suddenly a firm grasp on his arm stopped his steps.
“Mas where to go?” Ask the Awakened Iqlima. This gentle-hearted woman looked at her husband. Yahya's throat was blocked.
“Rest! It's late at night!” The ustadz Yahya.
“But to.. why mas?”
“I want....” Ustadz Yahya thought for a moment.
“I want to pray tahajud in the mosque!” Sahut ustadz Yahya flat without looking at Iqlima who almost returned to tears. The heart of the puffy-faced woman felt numb. Heart melos. The tight grip of Jemari Iqlima's finger on Yahya's ustadz arm was released instantly.
Realizing Iqlima let go of his hand, Ustadz Yahya stepped away. Aware of the movement of the husband away, Ustadzah Iqlima hurriedly got out of bed. He chased after Yahya's ustadz who almost touched the doorknob.
But unfortunately, the blanket that wrapped the body of the Iqlima ustadzah caused him to fall to the floor. His knees hit the wall of the bed made of iron.
Awwghaghdad. Ustadzah Iqlima grimaced by biting his lower lip. Grumpily. But the pain he felt was no more painful than the abandonment he had. Ustadz Yahya has not seen what Iqlima experienced. He had already passed in the dark of the night. Iqlima tergugu alone.
“Mas... mas where the hell is it? How come you didn't say anything?” Layla is not happy to find Yahya ustadz out of Iqlima's room. This beautiful woman greets the arms of the husband with her eyes on alert in case Iqlima disturbs them.
“I want to go to mosque!” Ustadz Yahya let go of Layla's hand perched on her arm. Dismissively. The adult men came out of their residence leaving Layla stunned in the living room.
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Five days later. Haris out of the hotel room. He moved to the airport after making an agreement with the LogoVo Group. Haris promised to complete his training in the next three months.
That means, three more months Haris must return to America. Luckier. Haris has completed 75 percent of the training period from the time it should have been. So, there is no reason from the management to hold him back to Indonesia. While in New York, this man never wasted time.
Haris exits the hotel room accompanied by Mark and several other bodyguards. If in Indonesia the position is only as an ordinary employee, then it is very different from its status when in the country of Adi Kuasa. Haris is so respected and hailed here. The fact that he is a candidate for a single heir with billions of asset values, makes his movements so in strict control. The care of Haris should not be ignored at all.
“Master....” Call a woman who since hours ago has been waiting for Haris to come out of the room. This man was completely unaware of the woman's presence. He stepped around without caring. But her loud voice caused Haris to turn his head.
“Master still remembers me?” Asked the woman looking at Haris with an amazed look. Haris frowned. Mark orders the assistant guards to arrest the foreign woman who is walking closer to Haris. The guards swiftly held his hands.
“Master, I'm Evelina. I who a few days ago visited the master in the room!” That woman's law. This woman's statement caused the smiling guards to raise the corners of the lips. Apparently Mr. Haris also likes to play women. Think they.
“Hey lady entertainer shithead! Your business with Mr. Haris is done! Trash like you don't deserve to call him! How could Mister Haris not pay you?!” Mark squirt sarcas.
“Hemmm” Haris.
“Let go of his hands!” Tell Haris to the guards. Slowly they followed what Haris had told them.
“Mark, he's not trash. She's a good woman, the son of a noble mother!” Haris looked at Mark sharply. Mark got clumsy.
“What's Miss?”
“Master, my mother would like to thank you very much for the help you gave me. He insisted on seeing his angel of help directly. My elderly mother was eager to meet with the master. Can you wait here for a moment?! My mother was sitting in the corner! He was not able to stand for long. Knee hurts. I beg sir!” Pinta Evelina spoke quickly with a plea. Haris glanced at his watch.
“Let me meet him! Show me where your mom is!” Haris. Evelina.
“But sir, we can be late! In a few hours the plane will take off!” Sergey Mark.
“Just a minute!” Haris said authoritatively by stepping following the steps of Evelina. Haris was not until the heart ignored the wishes of parents who had worked hard to wait for him.
“Bu. This master who has helped mom!” Evelina led her mother to her feet.
“Build Madam! Not Me. But God is the one who gives help! Thank God” said Haris to help Yelena stand up.
“Nak! I can only give you two gifts of gratitude and gratitude! This is Pryaniki Cake. I myself am processing it. It's a gingerbread wrapped in sugar. The price is not much. But believe me, I made this feeling happy and filled with love. Then one more..”
“Master... Our time is not much!” Mark reminded me again.
“Mrs.. Sorry I was in a hurry. This is enough. Thank you very much for the gift of his” said Haris took a traditional Russian snack that then clenched his hands and turned around.
“Shortly Mr... This.. Take this letter. Read it when you have free time! I really hope you read it. A letter from an old Mom and soon it will rot in a coffin” Yelena said. His hand held a letter. Her tears are back flowing. He felt haru. The newness that shakes.
Haris forward. He took a handkerchief out of his pants pocket. Haris wiped Yelena's tears. Then he stepped in to hug the old man who was already helpless.
“May God protect you Ma'am.” Please Haris diplomatically. Then stretch his embrace. He and his party walked back and forth after previously pocketing a letter in his shirt pocket.
Yelena and Evelina stared at Haris' departure with a mutual embrace. Evelina's eyes were filled with rays of admiration and hope. Evelina was determined to get out of the black world that she had been struggling with. The money Haris gave, at least he will use to join a sewing course and will look for a more decent job. He swore that he would one day repay Haris' kindness. Sure. He will definitely repay it.
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Haji Zakaria sat in his study reading various important documents. His responsibilities are so many. In addition to managing pesantren and his own company, Haji Zakaria must maintain and stabilize the company owned by the late Haji Abdurrahman as long as Haris is not even 28 years old.
But in recent years, he has entrusted that responsibility to Hajjah Aisyah. Besides the wife is a business management expert from Cambridge University, England. Hajjah Aisyah also took a dual degree at the University of Indonesia, Jakarta. So his expertise is not just any expertise with a series of titles behind his name.
“Paiman..” Call Haji Zakaria on his personal assistant.
“Iya abah haji?”
“Deliver to nak Sri to call Ummi meet me!” The Order of Hajj Zakaria. Paiman diligently carried out what he was told.
Before long, Hajjah Aisyah entered the Zakaria hajj workspace. How happy he is. After a long time the husband behaved coldly, now the middle-aged woman even get a special call.
“Change...” Hajjah Aisyah approached with a fluffy smile. He gently massaged the shoulders of Hajj Zakaria. Last few days Layla took her to the salon. This caused Hajjah Aisyah to be more confident in meeting the husband she loved so much.
“Mi, sit! Abah wants to talk about something!”
“What do you want to talk about? why don't you talk in the room, hm?” Hajjah Aisyah put her arm around her husband's neck. Spoiled.
“Heemmm, Mi...” Hajj Zakaria releases the embrace of hands perched around his shoulders. Hajjah Aisyah took her place.
“Abah will hand over IndoZy supermarket to be managed by nak Iqlima. Total supermarkets spread there are 173 branches throughout Indonesia” Hajj Zakaria call authoritative without stale.
“A...what is the bah?!! Ummi ga misheard?!” Astounded. Hajjah Aisyah spontaneously rose from her seat. Noticing a sharp look, he sat back down.
“Nak Iqlima was the same school as Ummi. Already graduated s2 even now our daughter-in-law is a Doctor candidate at Gadjah Mada University. Abah had considered this carefully. Pity if his knowledge is not channeled for useful things. Especially to advance our business!”
“Bah, Iqlima it's his job to take care of son Yahya. Educate children in this pesantren. Iqlima is high school too because of the generosity of son Yahya! What will Layla say? Abah choose love with daughter-in-law. Anyway, I know. All of these IndoZy Supermarkets are Ummi managing! Why would you leave it to Iqlima?Experience does not exist. Taking care of the child never. Especially want to take care of big things!” Hajjah Aisyah protest at length. She was offended by the husband's sudden verdict.
“Nak Iqlima will be in gradual training. The first stage is three months, six months, up to a year. There's nothing we need to worry about. There are already so many subsidiaries of our company that Ummi takes care of. Not to mention having an alm. Hajji Abdurrahman. Let our daughter-in-law work! It is better for Iqlima who has a clear heart again cool that runs it. Rather than Ummi, judging people alone can't! Abah was very disappointed!” Haji Zakaria said. He's offending Lisa's case. Not only that, it seems that the hajj kissed the bad behavior of his child's household due to the intervention of his wife.
“Tt... but bah!”
“If the matter is fair to the son-in-law, Abah has also ordered one unit of the latest Mercedes car. A special gift from Abah. That was Ummi had bought Layla a BMW car next to an office car, pesantren car, as well as a row of other cool gifts. Iqlima is not complaining. Abah is sure, son Layla will also be happy if his mad brother gets the same thing!”
Hajjah Aisyah's face flushed in annoyance. He condemned the good fortune of Iqlima who was so concerned about his welfare by Hajj Zakaria. Though Iqlima in the eyes of Hajjah Aisha is like a wife who was picked up and raised by Yahya.
Hajjah Aisyah clenched her hands. Denying the husband is also free. As a result of the case that befell Lisa, his position became completely wrong. For now, it is not divorced that his feelings are very grateful. Hajjah Aisyah could not imagine what if the great secret he buried deep until it was known by the husband.
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Jakarta, Indonesia. The Qatar Airways plane landed perfectly at Soekarno-Hatta International airport. Haris exits the VIP room escorted by several bodyguards. This young man had gone through a long journey of Las Vegas-New York-Doha only then arrived at his homeland.
His return was not known by anyone except all USA teams as well as Haji Zakaria. To be honest, the license of digital signature from his adoptive father that Haris can go home without a hitch.
Haris did not hesitate to convey the reason for his sudden return to Indonesia. He said that Hana was pregnant young and needed assistance. Also remember the last lesson when Hana had to be in curettage. Haji Zakaria had no reason not to grant the child's wish.
All documents, files and immigration have been completed. Haris can't wait to see Hana. He took his car, though,
Mi Amor, the weather in Jakarta is clear! I wish full moon night would come right above our window. Type Haris send a message to his beloved wife. He smiled charming.
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