Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 139: Early News of the Day

Roni had been waiting in front of the gate of the Zakaria hajj residence. This loyal assistant awaits Haris who gives impromptu orders. Haris is more comfortable doing everything with Roni in comparison with other Assistants. The man who only wore a thin coat that was thrown into his pajamas immediately climbed the car and sat in the middle of the second row of the driver's position.

"Rone... Drive the car to the Detention House. Take me to Eva Lalisa. There Ustadz Yahya and Mbak Iqlima have been waiting. You call Romi. I need him now! " Detach Haris without a stale base.

“Good..” Roni Sahut. After that, the man chose silence. Occasionally he glanced at the rearview mirror to make sure his boss was in good shape.

Cars are splitting the highway. It's pretty cold out there. The streets look wet. The water spots are still attached to the foliage. The rain just stopped. Haris was pensive by the window. A memory of his time in America filled his head.

“I won't stop. Even if a lifetime had to rot languish in jail” Lisa's last words before being thrown back.

“Ckkk” Haris clucking.

“Ron. Lisa is the kind of human who will act out of her wits” Haris said massaging her temples. Some people have secretly ordered him to stand guard around the room occupied by his wife.

“Pak Haris, Lisa doesn't have any power. What can be done by the person who has been locked behind bars” Sahut Roni tries to calm down. Haris shakes. This guy can't let his guard down and just resigned. Moreover, her confidant sent a message that Lisa had planned something so dangerous tonight.

Ddddrrrrttt Drrrttt

Mas, I'm worried. Mas where? Type Hana on a wattsapp message disperse the concentration of Haris.

Go sleep. I have a sudden need. When you're done, I'll explain everything to you.

Nothing bad happened, right?

No. gabe. Don'worry. Close Haris. Not forgetting he took the time to send a selfie photo by pinning his smile to Hana. The man did not want to make his wife feel anxious.

Not waiting too long. The car carrying Haris arrives at the Detention House.

“I get you umbrella first”

“No need” Haris directly opened the door and darted in through the rain to meet Ustadz Yahya and Ustadzah Iqlima who had arrived first.

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“Mi, why is your feeling bad huh?” Ask Haji Zakaria. He rose from his bed. Walk towards the bathroom then open the faucet and take the water.

Laa haula wa laa quwwata

Laa haula wa laa quwwata

Hajjah Aisyah approached her husband. Actually at this time he himself is worried about the threat of beautiful ma'am which is increasingly becoming. Like waiting for a time bomb, counting forward or backward at any time will definitely explode. It's just that he is not ready if he has to be in honey especially in divorce.

“Change..”.

Duuua aarrr.

There was the sound of lightning coming from the sky. Hajjah Aisyah was surprised not to play. The wrathful sounds of nature filled the ears. Lightning snatched along with the sound of strong gusts of gales that shimmered. The rain came again to fulfill the call of the Angel Mikail.

“Sleep Mi... Rest” Hajj Zakaria Order with a flat gaze.

“Bah...” Call Hajjah Aisyah timidly.

“U.. Ummi has served for 35 years as abah”'s wife Tears hajjah Aisyah began to cultivate in the petals.

“Please Abah do not divorce Ummi..” Say Hajjah Aisyah. Haji Zakaria looked at the wife who was looking down. He drew and exhaled deeply into the air.

“Mi, this is not a good time to talk about divorce. I don't know what Ummi is doing right now. But now you need time to read some verses from al-Qur’an. Go sleep. There is still plenty of time to rest” said Haji Zakaria then rose to exit the room. Hajjah Aisyah was drowning on the floor.

Layla's. Where's Layla. Call inner hajjah Aisyah pull out the phone and start making calls. But he had not had time to call Layla, a call from Indah first filled the screen.

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Iqlima stood in a corner waiting for Haris by carrying documents while playing the phone. The woman who has just earned a professional degree for Advocates at the University of Indonesia is asked to handle the case of Lisa who will soon be drove at trial II.

Ustadz Yahya looked at Iqlima who was not far from him without the slightest intention of getting close let alone starting a conversation. I don't know what's on the 34-year-old's mind. But his eyes never missed following where the wife's body swung.

Iqlima was not unaware if her husband from earlier was intensely staring. It's just that he chose silence and waited for what Yahya ustadz would do. But alas, the young man was completely unmoved from his position.

"The... Ima... " Call Ustadz Yahya suddenly. His voice was barely heard. Iqlima looks forward to what will be said.

"Wear a longer veil. Hmh longer than that" said Ustadz Yahya still stared with a gaze full of criticism. Iqlima. He immediately checked the position of his veil. This woman is looking for where the mistake lies. But he felt he could not find it. The veil is a veil that he is very used to wearing.

"Mas... "

"Do your duty well" Cut ustadz Yahya. This sentence made Iqlima reluctant to continue his words.

What's up, mas? Your eyes are full of questions... Why does Mas Yahya hate me so much?

Tap tap tap

"Mas... Can we go see Lisa? "

"Lisa's running away. Someone helped her escape. The police are tracking his whereabouts! " Sahut Ustadz Yahya. Undoubtedly. Merta Haris took her salary.

"All of you! Tighten care. Cover Hana! " Tell Haris to the bodyguards with a quiver. He contacted his wife. Time and time again.

"Mas... Excuse me. I've fallen asleep. Mas where? Can't go home yet? " Tanya Hana while slightly yawning.

"There's still something I need to finish. You don't go out of the room! If anyone sends a message to get out, it must be with my permission. Got it? "

"I... Ja. Alright mas! "

"Mi Amor te extrano mucho... I miss you so much, baby... Wait for me, hm? I'll be right back! "

"Yes... I wait for you in this room. Wait until the mas return" Sahut Hana before closing the call from Haris.

"Gus, how's Ning Hana? Be safe? " Tanya Iqlima was worried.

"Bismillah mbak Iqlima... Please do'a her"

"My question is.. Why did Lisa choose to run away? The girl can actually appeal. Penalty for trapping in a hotel room in the absence of frills of kidnapping, robbery or other crimes. Punishment should not be too heavy. Even by running away like this, he aggravated his own situation and circumstances" Tukas Iqlima.

"Maybe Lisa has another motive. Want to harm Hana for example" Sahut Ustadz Yahya stared at Iqlima. Netra they meet each other. Staring unblinkingly was Yahya's current skill.

"Hmmm... I think so too... And now I've tightened my guard... " Haris' sentence managed to disperse the cross gazes of the two people before him.

"If you have access to the outside world, then you want to harm Hana. Wouldn't it be easier for him to order a messenger than to work alone. It is impossible to escape from the field without a strong backing! Too risky too! " Say Iqlima makes sense. All with question marks.

"Daris... " Romi patted her shoulder.

"Roman... Lisa's..."

"His existence has been traced! "

"really? "

Romi nodded.

"Object position is unknown. But he was already at the border of West Java"

"Hhh Alhamdulillah. Hope everything is okay" Sahut Haris.

Romi invited everyone who was there to enter the room. They will compromise before facing police officers and entering legal papers.

It's been more than an hour Haris's there. The night is also getting late. Haris wants to see Hana before dawn. It is undeniable, Seeing Ustadz Yahya who looked at Iqlima with a warm gaze caused many question marks in his mind.

Haris was not one to not hear the rumors spreading in the pesantren neighborhood that Ustadz Yahya so coldly treated Iqlima. But this man chose to be quiet and did not want to interfere in the household affairs of his brother and sister-in-law.

Iqlima, a smart woman who is now 25 years old, chose to bow but he seemed enthusiastic to help Haris in the case of fighting for his wife's rights.

Ddddrrrrrttt ddrrrrttt

Mr. Salim, Fatma's personal driver called.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.. What's up sir? "

"Vaalaikumsalam.. Bbb.bu Fatma's... " Sounds a nervous voice from across the street.

"Why with Ummi sir? "

"Mom Fatma is dying... Some tried to harm Fatma's mother. Now Fatma is heading to the hospital! "

"What????!? "

Everyone who was there was surprised.

"LYSUM...!!! " Haris clenched his hand.

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