Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 13: Haris' Soul Rebellion

Haris flipped his body to the right and to the left, but did not find a comfortable spot. He can't sleep. When he closed his eyes, Arini's shadow appeared instantly. Misna's words about her wedding invitation with Arini filled her mind.

He said Istighfar many times. The sweat came out wetting the shirt he was wearing. The AC is running well. He feels thirsty now. He took the mineral water that was on the table beside his bed.

The water, Hana was the one who provided. Ah yeah. Hannah? what is that girl doing now. Is he asleep? Why did Hannah fall asleep so easily. The night after the wedding he never slept well. There were uninvited thoughts filling his head.

Tonight there's no Hannah beside him. Hana has decided to sleep in a separate room. Right, this is Hana's wish. Maybe the girl feels uncomfortable and not free if they are together. Doesn't matter. There is no love in their hearts. They need to adapt to each other for longer.

Haris himself is difficult to describe how the feelings and fate of his marriage. Honestly, he was getting a little used to Hana's presence in his life. How lately he tried to be able to accept the situation. How every night he and Hana share the same bed.

Haris as an ordinary man, hmh no. That is to say as a normal man sometimes can not withstand the great turmoil that comes with suddenly. But he himself did not mean that at all.

During this time he and Hana did keep their distance if they were in the same room. Even approaching their one-month wedding, Hana is still wearing a robe complete with her veil. She seemed unwilling if Haris her husband saw a mere inch of what he had been covering and hiding.

Actually things like this made Haris feel calm and comfortable. At least he did not need to withstand the turmoil that out of nowhere appeared and caused him to have to go to the bathroom and flushed his body with cold water.

Yep. Almost every dawn in the second and third weeks of their marriage he did this. Not without reason, Hana has a very disheveled sleep style. Indeed he and Hana agreed to put a cushion of defense in their midst. But this didn't last long.

The defense pillow will disappear instantly. Whether it was kicked or he unconsciously threw it away. And we can all guess what happens next. Abstract sleeping style can no longer be ignored.

Hana will roll over to Haris, her hands and feet will float everywhere. Even without realizing Hana could hug him. Not infrequently also his wife's robe is revealed to show her calf.

Haris could only shake his head. He never protested what happened. When he woke up from his sleep and saw Hana was in a sleeping position, Haris also chose to take a bath and sleep on the sofa. So not infrequently when waking up from a deep sleep Hana found Haris who was asleep not in bed, but on the sofa.

Events like this make him langung agree to Hana's proposal to sleep in a separate room. For the sake of mutual comfort as well so that he can control the turmoil of his maleness that suddenly appeared. That would hurt them. Hana especially.

So, parting rooms like this is the best decision until they know where the end of the estuary of this matchmaking marriage is going. But. ah, he suddenly felt like something was empty. No more lullabies from the girl. Or he did not hear the melodious recitation of Surah al-Mulk that Hana regularly read every night. Maybe he was used to forgetting about Arini for a moment.

This time he really could not sleep, he decided to abudhu, pray the sunnah two rakaat and spend his night reading the Qur’an.

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A bright morning, but not as bright as Haris's face that looks tangled. Many times he evaporated. Drowsiness still attacks due to not being able to sleep all night. But he still had to go to the office. Hana has finished cooking fried rice complete with beef eye eggs, cucumber slices as well as tomatoes. They had breakfast together.

“How did you sleep last night? Yappy?” Haris opened the conversation this morning.

“Lumayan mas, maybe I have not been too familiar with the situation of the new house” Hana did not tell Haris that he could not sleep all night because he thought Gibran would arrive in Indonesia.

“What mas also does not sleep well?” Hana catches Haris's face evaporating.

Haris was silent.

“I made coffee ya mas, but mas breakfast first”

Haris nodded then thanked him. Hopefully the coffee made by Hana can help her fight drowsiness.

“No mas, I just want to grow vegetables. Later I want to sow tomato seedlings, chilies, also saledri.” Hana said with enthusiasm.

“Mas will be home at what time?”

“InsyaAllah at 5. Wh why? Did you not go to college today?”

“We are still off until 2 weeks in the future”

O yes, how did you hurt last night?” Haris glanced at Hana's robe-covered knee.

“Still like yesterday mas, but not too sore anymore because I have applied medicine” Hana shows his palm that is still injured.

Haris casually held Hana's hand and leaned towards her to see her wounds more clearly. Hana's wrong. Reflex he pulled back his hand.

“You do not work hard first, later the wound even bigger and not healed” Haris advised Hana.

Hana nodded.

“Alhamdulillah” Haris says hamdallah after finishing his meal and sips his last remaining water in a glass.

“I go to work first yes. You're fine at home. If someone knocks on the door but you don't know, don't open it. Later if there is a need to chat only me. At noon during the break I can't go home. I will do the work that was delayed yesterday while resting.if you want to cook, cook just that

just. If not in the mood to cook, you can order in gojek but still have to be careful.” Long broad Haris warns Hana to be more safety as long as she is not at home.

Hmh, That's kind of attention. Hana murmured in her heart.

“Good mas, God willing.”

Hana leads Haris to the front door. Not to forget he took Haris' hand to shake. Haris was a little surprised to see it. This is Hana's first x doing this.

Haris smiled faintly. Samar is invisible. Hana means, she just wants to be like other wives in general. Who drove her husband to work and then regretted it.

This morning he realized this even in a very nervous and awkward atmosphere. As Haris was leaving for work, he looked at his hand. Luckily, only his left hand was injured. Not with his right hand.

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