Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
Chapter 133: The White Riding Crown Prince
Musabaqah Tilawatil Qur'an (MTQ) inter pesantren sepulau Java in the title. In the initial plan, MTQ will only be carried out as-jabodetabek. But for one reason or another, this prestigious race was expanded to the land of Java.
The Bustanul Jannah pesantren under the care of Ustadz Yahya hosted. In recent times the organizers have been busy focusing the attention of these races. Including preparing students who are superior in their respective fields.
This Musabaqah Tilawatil Qur'an competes in various branches of the race such as Fahmil Qur'an Similar with careful intelligence but the type of questions surrounding the knowledge of the Qur'an. There is Tilawatil Qur'an, here the Qari Qari'ah recites the holy verses according to the reading of a special rhythm. There are more branches of Khat or Islamic calligraphy also there are still many types of race branches that are contested.
The jury is ready to pore. They had received an assessment form a week before H day. Arini's car entered the gate. Then sequentially followed with Gibran and the other jury. The guests also filled the available seats.
Hana looks to be getting ready. The gimmick and veil had been worn. Haris himself will be a special guest representative of LPTQ who will open the race and give a short speech with the head of the panita.
"Honey.... " Haris hugged Hana from behind. The beautiful woman was polishing a little lipstick on her lips to make it look more fresh but unfortunately Haris movement that wrapped her hands to her waist caused the lipstick scribble to be not on point.
"Yaaach..mz! " Hana grunts. He must take tissue to clean the lipstick scribbles that have crossed his shop. Haris is not a bully. This man hugged his wife. He stroked Hana's stomach which had been slightly protruding. Then his naughty arm splashed to another place. Hana was a little moaning.
"Mas... We'll be late... Half an hour later the show started... " Hana tried to let go of Haris' hand. It can be dangerous if left.
"You're so enthusiastic, hm? " Haris squinted his eyes.
"You must carry out your responsibilities... Besides that, especially..." Lirih Hana's.
"Anyways, you should not be near the ustadz..." Haris.
"Ah.. at the most happy mas meet mbak Arini. He will be one of the judges as well" Sahut Hana. She put lipstick on her lips.
"Army? As jurors? " Haris frowned. Wonder.
"Yes. Ms. Arini as a judge in the speech competition"
"Oohs.. " Haris seemed uninterested.
"It has. Yuk... " Get Hana excited. He picked up his bag and stepped towards the door. But beyond a doubt. Haris pulls her hand until Hana gets into her arms. Then without permission this young man fused their lips with a single move. Then take a little deep. Haris demands doing French Kiss. Hana was really surprised. This woman glared at his eyes.
"Well. This is better. Wear lipstick not much" said Haris passed. This man brightened the smile leaving the Sculpting Hana.
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Such lively excitement accompanied the opening event of MTQ. Words of welcome by the chairman of the committee and representatives of LPTQ stated the official race event was open. The echoes of takbir and joy filled the chest cavity of those who were present. Especially participants who have been prepared to demonstrate their abilities.
Arini looks like she saw Haris who just got off the stage. The authoritative man looked so handsome in his official clothes. Haris gives well-structured welcome words. This adds to its charm rising many times over.
"Mas... " Tegur Arini when Haris passes her. The masculine fragrance that came out made this woman so homesick.
"Hmh? "
"I'm joining the jury here" Arini informed of her involvement.
"Oh Wow... Congrat..." Haris said diplomatically without any other intention. But it seems Arini blushed.
"Mi, look at that woman... He seemed to like Gus Haris" Layla who was sitting next to Hajjah Aisyah noticed Arini's movements.
"Hhhh... He does like nak Haris" Sahut hajjah Aisyah is not excited.
Honestly, knowing the news of Hana's pregnancy from Haji Zakaria made this middle-aged woman so shocked that she had mild depression. For a few days he had no appetite. This made all the plans that Hajjah Aisyah had matured into a mess. Not to mention Lisa was not as good as she had expected. It seems that God's destiny is not on his side.
Nowow. Justjust look. The threat of beautiful is increasingly visible. The cunning woman even sat down to accompany Arini in her glamour style. Bu Indah like to give a code if what he ever warned is not kidding. Of course this makes Hajjah Aisyah really scared if at any time Hajj Zakaria divorce him or choose to marry again.
"Astaghfirullah's... Duh Gusti... " Murmured Hajjah Aisyah suddenly.
"Mii.. Ummi why? " Layla was puzzled to see the panicked face of her in-laws.
"Ummi's afraid to divorce Ummi, son! " Hajjah Aisyah clasped Layla's hand. Trying to find peace there.
"Why could that be? Astarghfirullah... Ummi what are you talking about? Where could Abah divorce a perfect wife like Ummi's" Whispered Layla. Hajjah Aisyah shook her head.
"It's not what you think, son! Are you willing to help Ummi? Ummi really needs to enter from you" asked Hajjah Aisyah expectantly. He had run out of ideas and was confused as to who would pour out his heart. Layla nodded quickly.
"Let's go with Ummi in a minute. Ummi will tell his chronology" Hajjah Aisyah severed Layla's arm. From a different angle, Iqlima watched the in-laws who passed into it with a feeling of sadness. He really felt isolated. Iqlima chose to get up from his seat with a little limp. This woman wants to go to the toilet.
"Iqlima "Call someone from behind. He looks.
"That's your leg... You ain't nothing? " Ask someone who turned out to be Ustadz Ilyas. One of the MTQ judges who also knew Iqlima well.
"No mas.. I'm fine" said Iqlima quickly. Actually, he was holding back the pain in the knee that somehow more and more agonizing day.
"You look exhausted. Then let me help you with the books! " Tawar Ustadz Ilyas who saw Iqlima's distress brought some thick printed books. This man put his hand.
"It's okay, man... Thank you" replied Iqlima to pass. But suddenly Yahya's ustadz appeared from an unexpected direction. He quickly took the books from the hand Iqlima also took one hand and then pulled it to enter the room. This woman was surprised.
"Awww... Please slow down! " Lirih Iqlima. This woman grimaced with the growing pain. Ustadz Yahya stopped. He looked at Iqlima with an intimidating look.
"Don't try to talk to Ilyas! Moreover, you soften your voice as before. I don't like "Ketus Ustadz Yahya giving a warning. Then this man passed by without giving Iqlima a chance to speak.
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Haris sat in the guest chair. But her eyes were busy looking for Hana. This man was worried that his wife was exhausted and that all feared would have an impact on her womb.
Hana was sitting in the jury seat reading some sheets of paper. Like a form for value-giving. Another hour of competition for the Fahmil Qur'an branch will be held. It was with Ustadz Ilyas and also Ustadzah Iqlima will be the judges for the first round.
Haris captured the existence of his wife who was so seriously reading by not looking to the right and to the left. Looks like Hana's nervous. This is the first time that woman has been a judge. Haris called Sri who was walking towards the classroom. The Khadimah is approximately 5 meters from its seat.
"Ma... Sorry Gus Haris... Can anyone help Sri? " Task Sri politely. It is undeniable, Sri is happy. This girl feels like a dream. A handsome Gus called out to him. Haris took out a pen and paper. Then write a short.
Love's... Look 270 degrees north from your seat. There's a white riding crown prince. He always prays for your success from there. Don't be nervous. Fighting ❤
Haris folded the paper and then thrust it at Sri. This man also took something from his suit pocket.
"Sri, please leave this paper to ning Hana who is sitting there" Haris pointed towards his wife.
"Also give me this chocolate. Usually ning Hana eats a little chocolate to overcome nervousness" Haris said.
"Gus Good... " Sri will pass. Haris regained his pocket.
"Hm, Sri... This is for you too. Thank you for being willing to help" Haris also gave up a chocolate and cupped his hands as a form of gratitude.
Sri passed conveying the trust. Hana opened the paper and followed the instructions embedded in it. In an instant, their views met. Haris straightened. Hana smiled broadly by covering her mouth using her palm. The simple act that Haris gives really improves his moodbooster and immunity.
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In a closed room~ Layla was stunned by what her in-laws told her.... The story that made his soul a little turbulent yet very interesting for him to follow. Until Layla makes a decision......
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