Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 140: Being Responsible

I received the marriage and marriage of Arini Lathifa bint Saiful Affan with a dowry of a set of prayer tools and 100 million rupiah money paid in CASH.

How's witness? Legitimate?

Legitimate.

Alhamdulillahot. Barakallahu lakuma wa baraka ‘alaikuma wa jama’a baina kuma fii khair.

Two people are united in a holy bond. The tears that had just now nurtured flowed gently wet the cheeks. These are not tears of regret but tears of sorrow. Romi complies with Arini's request soon to marry her.

The woman threatened that they should get married in a short period of time or else they would not have to get married at all. Undoubtedly. Without thinking twice, Romi instantly takes care of everything for their lightning wedding. Although the marriage is still a serial marriage, Romi promised to legalize their marriage in the law of the country.

It's not all easy. Romi proved seriousness in the midst of his busy taking care of work. He also helps Haris handle the case. The faithful man felt that the problems that befell the friend were never over. Trial comes repeatedly. But Haris with his intelligence and shrewdness can always master the situation and get out of the problems that befall him. Romi learned a lot from Haris' calmness and ability to deal with life's problems.

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In a room room. Apartment room that Arini had stopped by. Even more than that. A place that holds many memories for him and Romi. Arini did a takzim salute. This young woman took Romi's hand and was then brought to touch his forehead and nose.

Romi smiles. His eyes did not lose condensing. Yes Muqallibal Quluub. Allah is the All-Turning-heart. If God had willed, something that seemed impossible could easily become real. Earlier, the lightning wedding without special preparation was still going on solemnly. Without significant obstacles even if only attended by a handful of relatives. No lovely lady there. There is only Aris, Arini's only sister who witnessed the marriage of the brother.

“You're crying. Are you sorry?” Ask Romi carefully. He gently wiped the flowing tears. Arini shook her head quickly.

“Thank you. You have granted my wish even though I am not sure how long I can open my heart to repay you with the same kindness. Maybe you will quickly feel bored facing a stiff bad woman like me until later as soon as possible choose to end this story first” Arini said.

“Sssstttt... We're even just about to get started. Don't convict life with a bad guess that we ourselves don't know the exact truth. As you have tried your best to want to repent and accept me, it is appropriate that I will shower you with kindness” Remark Romi makes Arini's cry more and more. He cried without making a sound. Romi brought his body closer until Arini could comfortably lean back shedding tears there.

“Ummi will not be silent. Ummi will make calculations on us, me especially” Arini.

“Have this hand and step with me. We face it together. As long as you hold this hand you don't let go. During that time we were together through the road full of twists and turns with me as the leader. Our story begins today! ” Said Romi bringing Arini into his arms. This woman is getting drowned in the blue atmosphere.

Dddrrrrrttt drrrrttt

The call from Roni made Romi stretch his embrace.

“Ya Ron, what's up?”

“Bu Fatma, Ummi sir Haris has left us all”

Deg.

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Test Test Test Test

The rain has fallen. I wonder how the sky knows how I feel

Test Test Test Test

The tears fell

My smile disappeared

Again and again and again

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Innalillahi wa Inna Ilaihi Raaji’un. Jum’at. At 14:00 WIB. Cloudy clouds that roll with heavy rain present color the cemetery with shades of gray. Fatma Mutsanna bin Ali Sulaiman breathed his last early this morning after his life could not be helped by a heart attack.

Haris prays the corpse with a wet heart. He tried hard not to cry and told Hana and other relatives not to mourn the departure of Fatma. Beloved mother. There was nothing they could do but be sincere and accept the message of destiny.

In the book of Tanqil al-Qaul, Shaykh Nawawi al-Bantani explains that Imam Nawawi said in his book entitled Al-Adzkar, “Know, weep over the body in a very loud voice according to the cleric, the law is haram. When filling the body without lamentation, it is not a problem.”

The ink has dried. Nothing happens to the children of Adam unless everything is written in Lauhul Mahfudz. The words and advice of Almarhumah bu Fatma ringed in the ears. Can not be denied, the sudden departure of his mother feels so soul-shaking. Haris' cold gaze filled the vision.

Ummi... say what Ummi wants? Haris will try to grant Ummi's wish. Haris wants Ummi to be happy. Said Haris one day.

There's nothing Ummi wants more than your happiness, son! Ummi just wants your happiness. Taking you to see the world. Educate you to be a man who fears God. That's Ummi's greatest happiness. If Ummi is called by Allah first, may you please send do'a.

You certainly remember the hadith of the Prophet SAW, "If the man dies then cut off all his deeds except three: alms, useful knowledge and prayers of the children of Sholeh who pray for him."

And you are the son of Ummi. Ummi testified you are a sholeh man again obedient. Ms. Fatma expressed her desire at the time.

On the other side. Recently, a,

Marry Arini. 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.

Tests. Tests. Tests.

No tears Haris was flowing. As loud and strong as he was, it turned out that he was still too fragile.

Who threatened Ummi. Who made Ummi unsettled... Inner Haris groaning.

"Mas... " Hana said hello.

"I'm the...." Haris hugged Hana tightly. Instantly her crying spilled over. He was crying biting a handkerchief. His crying was not heard. Hana's defense collapsed. He was crying too. Haris is like a wounded toddler.

"A..ku.. ma'am.not me. lament the departure of Ummi. A.ku... Really I'm sincere" said Haris stammered.

"A. I know you... We are all sincere" Sahut Hana increasingly tightened their embrace.

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Lisa was dragged into the detention room.

"Let go! Release him! Release Akuuuu!!! Awwww Sakiittt's. You treated me so rudely!!!" Screeched Lisa fiery. Looks shabby again random will decorate the look.

"Shut up! How dare he run away!!" Seriously officers did not lose fierce.

"I didn't run away!! I'm in jebakkk!!! I'm in jebakkk!!" Denied Lisa struggling.

"Mahaha"

"Hahahahaha" The female officer glanced at each other laughing at Lisa.

Bruuukkkk

Lisa was thrown back into a holding cell.

"Don't run away again! May you be sentenced to death or rot here!" The swearing of the officer who was very upset about Lisa. In everyday life, Lisa also often makes trouble with fellow prisoners.

"Awwww... Shit!" Lisa complained of touching her elbow that hurt. His waist felt like it was going to break.

"Are you guys looking around?! " Snapped Lisa rebuked a few pairs of eyes that stared intensely at her. This girl moved towards the corner of the room and pulled her sleeves up. A purple-blue bruise was imprinted on some parts of his skin.

It's beautiful!!!! Lisa clenched her hands. Angrier. Her scapegoat-black trap that was designed by Mrs Indah for personal gain really made her angry.

Fucking inggrid. Mother bedeb*h!!! Let Lisa again.

Tap Tap Tap

There were footsteps approaching.

"Lisa's.... " Call Someone to stare with a concerned look.

"M..Mas... " Lisa nilar stared. He was again taken out by officers to talk in a special room with people who visited him.

They sit facing each other. Lisa turned her face to the side. Her blond hair was falling apart. That unkempt condition makes it look so awful.

"Are you really as desperate as you want me to stop making grief in the lives of others? " Ask the man who was none other than Gibran was looking at him wistfully.

"What do you want from an ordinary man like me? If I could put a damper on all your negligence, then I would" Gibran said coldly. Lisa moved from her position.

"alright. Let's get married! I'll marry you after you get out of jail and really repent." Gibran said, closing his eyelids. I don't know what's on this guy's mind. Lisa jerks. He turned to look at the person before him with a gaze that was difficult to explain.

"I promise" Gibran continued without hesitation. He raised his little finger upwards.

"A.. I. I know myself enough. I am this way. Hhhhhh did you come here just to insult me? " Lirih Lisa smiled wryly.

"If by marrying you make the world serene. Then I'll do it! "

"There's Alisha waiting for you! " say Lisa fast.

"Sad. You know my life! You do have a lot of spies out there. I'm not surprised" Accused Gibran of shaking his head.

"I support you with her" Lisa said again staring in any direction.

"Then... Why are you making all this trouble? Why?! " The voice of Gibran is rising.

"Are you the one who caused Ms. Fatma to have a heart attack, huh?! " Respiring Gibran.

"I didn't do anything. Fatma's death has nothing to do with me! I really hate Hana. But it's not all what you thought and thought. The biggest mistake in all this hassle is not me. The wedding of Haris and Hana. If they didn't get married, it wouldn't be like this! My role here is only a small part! "

"Don't scapegoat fate! There is no justification in the name of evil. There are only souls who are either conscious of or have not worshipped the devil! What we seek in this mortal world. This mirage world is just an illusion. The real life in the Hereafter. Look at those who have gone before us. What do they bring as a bag? Nothing except charity is left"

"And... You... must take responsibility for all your mistakes! May Allah reduce your punishment in the day of vengeance! "

"I'm saying this doesn't mean I'm a saint. I'm a sinner too. But I want to repent" Gibran closed. He pulled back the chair and got up.

"Thank you for your time. Excuse me... "

"Mas... Wait for... " Gibran.

"A.. I want to meet Mas Haris and Hana. Can I ask for your help to bring me and them together? Maybe not at this time because they are in mourning. But I hope to see them one last time"

"What's your reason for meeting them? "

"I want to apologize and account for all my mistakes" Lisa lowered her head. He wiped away the origin of the tears that had managed to flow.

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