Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 130: Netra Who Met

Mi Amor, the weather in Jakarta is clear! I wish full moon night would come right above our window.

“Hemm..." Minah.

"Ning Hana early in the morning was as comfortable as her own smile, hehe” Seloroh Minah who found Hana smiling brightly at her cellphone screen. The beautiful message from Haris made this woman completely unfocused with what Minah conveyed.

“Hehe, ‘afwan mbak Minah. What did Mbak Minah say?

“Pesantren Bustanul Jannah held the Musabaqah Tilawatil Qur’an pesantren level se-Jabodetabek. Abah Haji asked me to tell Ning Hana to be a judge on the Tahfizh and Fahmil Qur’an” branch race

“Astaghfirullah, abah ga wrong Amanah mbak?”

“Obviously no. This is his official letter” Minah offers a letter.

“Ning Hana.. This Jury selection will also have a basis. Actually it is not Abah Haji who proposed but it is from the woman. Moreover, Ning Hana was once a provincial MTQ champion and drove to National”

“But at the national level I lost mbak!” Hana's fast.

“Ning Hana this does like to go low. In the National will get a champion 2. That difference in value is also very thin. I saw the tape…! Ning Hana's... Fill my head... Ah, what is the language.. in.. in-seekyur know that fact!”.

“Haha. Say insecure all. I'm so embarrassed!” Hana and Minah laughed together.

“Mba Minah..”

“Win Ning?”

“Why do I feel my presence here is not wanted by some students. Is this just my feeling? Is it possible that I did something wrong, Ma'am?” Hana asked him what was troubling his mind. Because, in recent times many of the students like to see it with a cynical look again is not pleasant.

Minah. Khadimah who is believed to help all the needs of Hana allows the existence of deserters who have been consumed by unfounded rumors.

“Actually..”.

“What exactly is Mbak?” Hana frowned waiting for Minah's response.

“There is bad news spread in the pesantren environment aimed at Ning Hana”

“Be...what news mbak?” I hesitated to answer. Hana's still waiting. Bummer.

“Hmh. Uh. No. gabe. Ning Hana don't worry too much about the santri. Insha Allah all is well” Minah said lowered her head. He did not want to make Hana anxious and chose to be quiet. Minah is also afraid to speak.

But Hana was already suspicious of the sentence that Minah had uttered earlier. With wise steps. Hana did not want to urge Minah to speak. But this woman promises that she will find out the truth for herself.

“I'm sorry Ning Hana” Pamit Minah is polite.

Slowly Hana opened the official letter addressed to her. He read 75 percent of the letter. Instantly his views stopped seeing the list of judges who would accompany him on Musabaqah Tilawatil Qur’an later.

In addition to the names of some ustadz-ustadzahs that are Competent in their fields including ustazah Iqlima and ustadz Yahya, There are familiar names there. The names of Ustadzah Arini Lathifa, S.T and Ustadz Muhammad Al-Gibran, S.T also get a seat on the jury.

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At 23:00 WIB. Heavy rain filled the boulder. Night crawls up with all the limitations of light that it has. The strong wind that blows cannot be dodged. A man in pantofel shoes came down hastily from Alphard's car breaking through the raindrops that were creeping down.

The assistants have told me to wait for the umbrellas. But it is basic impatient. This man chose to follow his instincts to get to his destination as soon as possible.

Three large suitcases followed. The young man was at the door of the room. Her body was soaked. Water dripped down from the stretch of her straight black hair that had already appeared slightly elongated. He moved to open the door which was the key already in his grasp from the beginning. This man did not see any light from the ventilation gap. That means the occupants of the room have slept.

Deg.

Slowly the door opened. I don't know why he felt his heart beating so much. The man stepped in after closing by locking the door. Wet eyes. In the dim finite light, He could recognize the body of the one so longed to lie peacefully in the warm blanket. The hair that slightly covered her face did not detract from her beauty. The young man who was none other than Haris Abdurrahman Faiz was longing.

I'd love Haris to embrace his wife's body. But the desire he dimmed for a moment considering his wet body demands to be cleaned immediately. Haris looking for towels. But he did not find. Afraid of waking Hana up, Haris chose to take a random piece of cloth that folded neatly over the basket and went into the bathroom and cleaned her body. How tomorrow the khadimah need to work extra because the act of dripping water dirty the floor.

Armed with a sarong cloth typical of the santri who had been raised, Haris brushed and entered into the blanket. This man could not wait for the morning to greet his wife. He immediately wrapped his hands around Hana's body. His eyes are wet again. Like a dream, Hana was in her arms. This man inhales the scent of fragrant hair. Her pheromones are churning. The distinctive aroma he so gilai long before their first night a year and a half ago. The scent she always longed for in her standing.

Hana squirms a little. In her subconscious, this woman felt a hug. The masculine scent that filled his nose led him to turn around. Hana sniffed her nose into the chest of Haris's field that had no obstructions. Oh Rabbi. Haris. He withdrew a little for fear of Hana waking up or fearing that He could not help himself.

But unfortunately, his backward movement even pulled strong Hana's long hair that was stuck in the arm. Just keep her eyes open. He sculpted. This woman blinked her eyes. Consciousness had not yet recovered but Haris' face had already filled his net. For a while their views met until Hana was completely aware that Haris was indeed before her at the moment. Bummer.

“Yes Allah... What is this dream..” Lirih Hana does not blink. His eyes began to look glassy. Haris smiled sweetly. He stroked Hana's open hair free. Unbelieving his vision, Hana rose. Then press the light switch that is not too far from their bed. Instantly, Haris' figure was fully visible.

"Slowly... Later.. (abdomen) hurts" Haris said worriedly. Realize his body weight. Hana moved up.

“Already. Don'tdon't move. Tell you what..” Prevent Haris. The taste of haru filled his chest cavity. The flow of oxygen that was too heavy blew causing him to have difficulty speaking. This man hugged the wife and slowly changed their position to face each other. He looked at Hana's face. And vice versa too. Hana placed her palms on both cheeks. A little patting it there. I don't believe what he saw.

“Rindu ya?” Lirih Haris.

“Too miss... Very-very miss..” Hana nodded quickly. Haris further immersed Hana into his arms.

Without much need to say, these two lovebirds know how to discuss the feelings that arise even though they only look at each other.

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The early morning alarm woke Haris. He read his eyes and looked to the left side. Then smiled as she found Hana still asleep resting on her arm. He is not dreaming.

Next to Haris hand moves move the hair tendrils that slightly cover Hana's face. It's exquisite. Haris Mumbled. His hand moved palpating the nose of his wife. Then switch to stroking the cheek and then his thumb rubbed the tiny lips there. Hana squirms. The tingling sensation made him wake up.

"His sleep one night? " Sapa Haris kissed the top of Hana's head and her hands moved to feel her stomach was still flat. Spontaneous Hana moves Haris' hand. She was afraid that her husband was pressing on her filled stomach.

"Why? Can't I touch you anymore hm? " Tanya Haris is gentle. He put on a smile more charming than usual. Hana gelagapan's. He hugged Haris. Close-fitting.

"I couldn't sleep all night. But Mas could easily fall asleep. Said miss.... " Hana pursed her lips. He switched the conversation. Haris smiled back.

"Mas.... "

"Hm.... "

"There's actually a lot I want to ask... Especially about the return of the mas that did not tell me anything at all. But I can still delay asking...

"Hm... But. tuk this one... I don't think I can hold it much longer... " Slowly Hana brought Haris' palm to her stomach with a very careful movement.

"How great is that unbearable taste hm? Alright... For those of you who have long missed me... For the sake of you who want me so much... I'll grant it" said Haris confidently.

"But.we are tahajud first yuuk!" Haris continues to menoel Hana's nose. He rose into the ablution bathroom. Hana.

Honestly, Haris already knows, the wife will definitely tell you about her pregnancy. But this Abi candidate wants to play a little bit. Who told Ummi to keep it a secret for too long. Haris smiled back.

Huh. Astaghfirullah... Mas Haris who wants her why always scapegoating me anyway? Hana. But his face was still red.

Suddenly Hana got up after her eyes saw Haris' wet clothes that were left stuck with dripping water.

Women who are at the high end of neatness want to put the clothes into a bucket. He checked his pockets first. Worry if there are valuable things.

First Hana found a wallet that came from a pants pocket. He put it on the nightstand without wanting to know what it contained. Then Hana also found some coins.

Last... From her pocket, Hana found a hand-written paper whose ink was slightly faded due to wet rain water. But the letters can still be clearly read. For this one, Hana couldn't help but be curious. For on the side of the letter is written From Yelena. Frowning, Hana slowly opened it., slowly.,

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If in one part the chapter is mostly about Haris-Hana like this? Wkwkwkw 😅

**Jazakumullah Khairan Katsiran kaka2 readers ❤**~

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