Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
Chapter 134: The First and Last Request
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Forgive me, Lord forgive all
Wipe away the tears
Suffice all the sorrows that dance in the air
Bring forth the light of the soul
Forgive me robbana forgive all
Wipe away the tears
Suffice all the sorrows that dance in the air
Bring forth the light of the soul
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The first round of MTQ events has been completed and is running smoothly. After the zhuhur prayer later, it will be continued to the next session. Hana got off the stage of the jury slowly. Haris did not remain silent. This man was quick to help his wife. He took Hana's hand and went down together.
“You're tired, Hm?” Tanya Haris rubbed Hana's forehead which was slightly sweating. This woman shook her head quickly. But he realized that his condition was not the same as before. He really should rest.
“Thank you. I went to my room first, I was still eleven and a half. Want to fall for briefly”
“Let me drop off!” Sahut Haris fast.
“Hihi. Like a child among all things. So close! ” Hana pointed towards the actual room is indeed quite far away. He smiled at the sumringah. This woman is very happy. Having a caring husband like Haris is truly a gift that God has given her. Haris rubbed Hana's head lovingly.
“Be careful Mi Amor. Later I followed..” Hana nodded.
Gibran stared at Haris and Hana together from a distance with a wet heart. It was a moment when he realized that the girl he had dreamed of living with was happy with his marriage. It has been more than a year and a half and this is the umpteenth time the man has still suffered a broken heart.
“Mas..” Tegur Yura patted Gibran's shoulder gently.
“Yura? Ka... you're here?” Gibran was a little excited because the Gap was watching Hana.
“Iya mas.. I came to encourage Hana. This is his first time he became juri” Sahut Yura. Gibran.
“Oh yes. This is Mbak Alisha. We just met. It turns out that Alisha's mother is also a jury you know mas!” Yura introduces Alisha, but Gibran himself already knows who the girl in front of him is. Alisha. He did not dare to look at Gibran.
“Hi Ning Alisha's. Congratulations on graduating in Yemen! May his knowledge be new and useful for Ummah” said Gibran casually.
“Syukran. Jazakallah khairal jaza’ ” Alisha slightly raised her face. Then back down. Embarrassed. Somehow being near Gibran like this spurred his heart rate to increase many times.
“ ‘Afwan. Then you guys continue chatting. I want to pray dhuha first. Not hunted yet. Excuse me! ” Gibran hurriedly stepped towards the mosque. Alisha stared at Gibran's back without blinking. Undeniably, this unexpected short chatter could make his heart feel so cool.
“Mbak..”
“I... Yes?” Yura's call stopped her eyes from staring any longer. This girl smiled looking at Alisha who seemed interested in Gibran.
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At 14:30 WIB. Fatma's car entered the pesantren gate. He sat anxiously in the back seat. Something terrible happened. Ms. Fatma saw people still crowded the open field where the grand event of Musabaqah Tilawatil Quran was held. The calm and peaceful atmosphere that seemed here did not manage to cool his heart. Restless and agitated approaching.
Tap tap tap
Madam Fatma walked fast. He entered a room. It's empty in here. Only Sri was there to deliver drinks. This room is no longer foreign. It is usually used to hold family meetings.
“Nak Sri, please call Gus Haris. Tell him that Umm Fatma is present and waiting in the family meeting room! ” Let's say Fatma is slow and regular. Sri caught the look of anxiety on his Ayu face. But choose to be quiet and pass following orders.
Sri is looking for Haris' whereabouts. The person who had that position he could not find anywhere.
“Dik Nilam..” Call Sri who saw Nilam from earlier passed by. But Nilam turned his head with an indifferent face.
“What dik Nilam saw the existence of Gus Haris?”
“Gus Haris?! Why did Sri ask the whereabouts of Gus Haris?? Ga pantes!” Nilam said sharply.
“Ah by Nilam. If you don't see or don't want to tell you already. I ndak maksa kok” Sri passed.
Ih. Fuck up! Just his assistant style is exorbitant. Astaghfirullah. How does God try to lift his degrees? Ckckckck. Umpat Nilam. Cobalt.
After the zhuhur prayer, it turns out Haris returned to the rest room. He accompanied Hana. His wife will return as a judge after praying ‘ashar later.
“Honey... Where do you want babymoon? Out or in the country?” Haris asked who was lying down facing Hana. Their views meet each other.
“Mas is quick to think of babymoon. Baby twins are still small in the womb. Hehe” Hana rise. He sat up slouching against the wall of the bed. Then rub his stomach slowly.
“Yes to pa-pa dong! Babymoon planning must be mature. We have been together for a long time!” Haris said following Hana's style of sitting. He threw down his wife's head to lean on the chest of his field.
"Hmh... then the place of the babymoon.. mas aja nentuin.. When the honeymoon first, I have set the place”.
“So yes... Immediately I give you some offers! ” Haris takes his phone and shows a number of tourist destinations.
“Woaa Masya Allah.. this is very good..!” Hana looked enthusiastic.
“This time we choose romantic places yes..Venice or Santorini seems suitable! Or do you want to see spring with cherry blossoms in Japan?"
"I want a mas... I wanna... " Hana clapped her hands. Overexcited. Then he held Haris tighter. It was as if that warm embrace was expressing her gratitude. Haris smiled with Hana's initiative.
"Hmh... Do you want to see the beautiful Meihua flowers in China? Oh yea... Tulip festival in the Netherlands is also no less interesting!” Barat Haris again. He increasingly saw the twinkle of happiness from the very beautiful eyes of his wife.
A few days back, this manly man did much to find out about pregnancy hormones and so forth. He read that pregnant women should be happy and often noticed.
“After the MTQ event, we returned to the apartment. For the next three months when your womb is stronger, you come with me to America. I still have responsibilities I have to take care of. Then we flew to Europe. Hows it? You agree, right?” Hannah did not know what to answer. He's too happy.
Cup~
“Ih Mas..!” Hana patted lightly on Haris' shoulder after getting a brief kiss on his lips. This woman blushed.
"Mas... "
"Hm? "
"Mas.... " Call Hana again. This time Haris looked. Hana took the initiative to repeat what her husband did. But it's longer. Deeper. This young lady was not very skilled. But he tried to keep up. Haris surprised. He could not refuse what Hana was doing. Time is so perfect.
Realizing what he was doing, Hana withdrew. Then turn your face. Cheeks meet. That red hue made Haris' soul churn. He didn't want Hana to end this. This man is already lulled.
"Mas... Another hour ashar... " Hana gave a warning. He held off Haris' hand demanding more.
"Who started it? " Haris squinted his eyes.
"There's still time. Just sec. We're doing it slow! " Haris looked into Hana's longing eyes.
"Mas... I felt like I was hugging the moon. Life is like this in a fairyland and if I'm selfish, I don't want to go back to the real world. Could I ask you to always be like this. Treating me this warm, even though I will age, wrinkle, and no longer attractive. Or maybe at any time you might be bored. Will time be able to stretch someone's feelings?" Ask Hana worriedly. I don't know why his mood suddenly deteriorated. It got worse that fast. Haris stretches her embrace. Hearing the words of the wife, her spirit dimmed instantly.
Can't Hana see her sincerity after all this time together?
"Darling... Look at me... ! Look fixed....! More closely..... ! Don't move your eye bead! Is.... "
Tok tok tok tok
There was a knocking on the door. It doesn't feel like a bar like a while ago. This time it felt lighter and friendlier. Haris asks Hana to open the door.
"Sri MBA? "
"Sorry Ning Hana. Umm Fatma is waiting for Gus Haris in the family meeting room! "
"Ummi's here?! " Hana frowned in surprise. Because they just met two days ago. Sri nodded.
"good. Thank you Sri! "
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Haris went to Fatma's. He saw the face of the mother that is difficult to guess. An unfriendly face as usual. After giving his reverent greetings and hugging his mother, Haris took the seat that had been available there.
"Ananda Haris, how's son Hana doing? " Task Fatma without a smile. Such a cold face.
"Alhamdulillah Hana good... Ummi came suddenly. If you give me news, Haris should be able to pick me up! "
"It's okay, kid... Can Ummi ask? " Haris nodded.
"How's your relationship with son Hana? " Tanya ma'am Fatma. His face changed.
"Alhamdulillah good Mi. God will always be good. Please pray for our home. May Sakinah Mawaddah wa Rahmah" Sahut Haris be polite. Ms. Fatma was silent.
"Ummi, what's going on? Is Ummi thinking about something? " Haris got up to his mother. He sat next to her.
"Do you really not want to get married again? " Tanya ma'am Fatma is getting sad.Haris Surprised.
"I mean Ummi how? Isn't it all obvious that Haris won't marry again! " Tukas Haris. He was confused by this sudden question.
"Did Ummi Aisyah again tell Haris to marry Mi again? "
"No Son.... "
"Then? "
"What if your Ummi told you to get married again? " Tanya ma'am Fatma. He asked with his heart strengthened. This time it was Haris' turn to be silent. He stared and was still digesting the words his mother had just said.
"Marry Arini son..... "
"A..ri...ni? Astarghfirullah... Where could it be Mi! Ummi knows exactly what Haris answers! " This young man shook his head in disbelief at what he heard.
"Son... Don't say anything. Give Ummi a request... " Say ma'am Fatma was shaking.
"Mii...
"Ask what Ummi wants. Ask anything. But Haris please don't ask for this... Haris was already happy with this arranged marriage. Please don't tell Haris to harass Hana. Moreover, Hana is pregnant with Ummi's grandson" Sontak Haris kneels. He hugged Fatma's leg and begged. This middle-aged woman was stunned sadly. He wanted to stroke the head of the son lovingly. But that was broken up.
"Wake son! For life, Ummi never asked and demanded anything from you. But this time... Ummi beg very... Ummi asks for something that you can easily grant. And maybe. This is Ummi's first and last request to you! " Sahut bu Fatma is cold. Haris.
"Mii... Don't make Haris an ungodly child! " Haris wiped his tears that began to spill. He still could not understand the mother's ridiculous request so suddenly.
"Wakeup! Meet your wife. Let me know that you are getting married again soon! Are you more concerned with your wife than your own mother? Mother who has been struggling to give birth to you? Gus Haris! How does Islam teach you?" Madam Fatma closed her eyes. Then he left the son who was still sitting.
In the car, Fatma was crying. He spilled the painful despair that had been held back.
It's for your own good and Hana's son. It's for your own good. May you understand it someday. Mother Fatma's inner speech.
"Mom, are you okay? " Tanya khadim who carries the car is careful.
"I'm fine sir! " Sahut bu Fatma wiped the tears that had been scattered.
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