Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 142: The Pilgrims of the Past

“Wah, How fragrant!” Romi sniffed out the aroma that filled his smell.

“Oh yes, how about we go for condolences to Haris and Hana ba’da Ashr?” Romi asked when he saw Arini who was checking the oven temperature. His wife was making pandan balls.

“Good. Then this cake pandan we will take there as a hand!” Sahut Arini still doing his activities.

“No. Just buy another one. This cake I'll spend!” Romi Protest. Arini smiled at her smile. Romi always praised what he made and always ate all his cooking.

“Alhamdulillah Done!!” Pekik Arini. Some days he did spend a lot of time to experiment food, especially baking.

“I'll taste it!” Romi Sahut. Arini nodded in agreement.

“We wait for the cake to cool.. I take a shower first, it's so hot!” Arini said opening the apron that she had been wearing earlier. He walked leisurely past Romi and went into the room to continue his intentions.

Duaaaarrrr

Lightning sounded. The rain greeted the earth. The outpouring of water from the sky made Romi sleepy. He decided to go into the room for a short break. This guy tried to open the door.

Chequek.

Not locked. Looks like Arini is done getting dressed, he thought. Romi came in and took off some buttons in his shirt. I forgot to turn on the AC. Even though the weather was raining and the temperature was falling, still this young man felt sultry. But he did not find Arini in the room. Where's his wife? The sound of water was not heard at all. Romi sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up the newspaper lying original on the nightstand.

Eva Lalisa, Residents of the South Cottage Rutan Who Just Faded Back in the Found. This is the title on the main page of the newspaper. Romi raised one corner of his lips. A little cynical smile and a head-draping sack over there. But this didn't last long. Romi was stunned to hear the door creak and then he saw Arini who came out of the bathroom wearing a towel.

“You're here?” Ask Arini slowly.

“I think,,, hm,, I'm sultry” Romi said absurdly without intending to move from his seat. He looked at Arini intents.

The rain is falling more and more. The splice is clearly visible from the open curtains. The glass in Romi's apartment uses a type of glass that is not translucent from the outside. The atmosphere of shahdu.

“I want to wear clothes” said Arini as a sign of his discomfort will Romi's presence in the room.

“Hmh... Alright” Romi rise. But not his towards the door but he switched to approach Arini who sculpted. Romi's gaze was not like a normal gaze. This man is snoring.

“Romi..” Call Arini when her husband even leads her to bed. Romi launched the action. The red lips tried to touch Arini's pale lips but the woman turned her face away, dodging.

Romi did not give up, he was about to open the towel hook that Arini was wearing. But unfortunately, this woman held it tightly until Romi had no choice but to shuffle backwards. Breath snorted.

“Ma.. A.. I..” Lirih Arini bit her lower lip. He feels guilty. I don't know why this woman's heart has not been able to accept Romi completely. Today was the eighth day of their marriage, but Arini still could not turn herself in. It's not for the first time, but in this state of consciousness, everything feels different. It really isn't as easy as imagined.

Arini and Romi did discuss many things together. They're joking. Arini positioned herself as a wife who helped Romi a lot in terms of exchanging ideas, cleaning the house, cooking and others. But not yet for that one, his heart was still locked. The key seems to disappear and has not been found.

“Nothing..” Sahut Romi flat. He got up with his smile. A brief smile. But those eyes clearly showed disappointment.

“A... I...”

“Dress, I'll wait outside” Romi said gently. This man got up and passed. Outside the door, he vaporized his breath into the air. The breath felt so heavy.

The sky and the clouds are opium. The light brings joy, the rain brings a passionate longing.

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Please eliminate Hasbi Abdurrahman. Anyhow. Disappear it. The sound of Hajjah Aisyah filled the room.

Everyone is shaken. The wife of Hajj Zakaria was surprised not to be upset. The Hasbi Abdurrahman he mentioned was Haris' real father.

“Turn off the video!!! Power off!!!” Pekik hajjah Aisyah gave the order. Like dejavu. Those present seemed to be back watching with Eva Lalisa's rotten video playback but this time in a different version.

The atmosphere in the room changed violently. Haji Zakaria ordered to stop the video. Haris eyes that had been condensing, now looked at Hajjah Aisyah with a frozen look. Soul shaken. The sentence sounded like a rusty nail that was forced to stick.

"Son Yahya, give Ummi fragrances so as not to faint! " Tell Haji Zakaria refused to turn his head. He endured the shame. The charismatic Ulama's face flushed.

"Hmmm..." Haji Zakaria cleared his throat to stop talking to people who had already chained up.

"Can we delay. There are internal matters that must be discussed in a smaller scope before deciding on a bigger thing" Haji Zakaria continued with a vibrating voice. He ordered IT experts to bring the recording into his office. This is a great disgrace, a great calamity. He must look carefully before deciding wisely.

Haris' chest rumbled. It was very interesting that he asked the meaning of the sentence on the video recording earlier. But Hana managed to prevent it.

"Mas, be patient. let me research first. Don't let the mood get worse. God will always lead the truth in his way" Whispered Hana rubbed the back of Haris' hand.

"Let's go to the mas room, we wait for the decision" continued Hana again. She gets up and pulls Haris out of the room before her husband is outraged. There was nothing Haris could do for now except obey what Hana said.

Empty room. There are only Hajjah Aisyah, Ustadz Yahya, Iqlima and Layla left. Iqlima sat down not knowing what to do. While Layla rubbed the back of the in-laws trying to calm down.

"Layla, go home and rest! " The Edit of Ustadz Yahya. Layla obeys what her husband says. This woman immediately stepped out of the room.

"Dik Ima, you too! "

Without rebutting, Iqlima followed in Layla's footsteps.

"Hm... Wait for... " Yahya approached Iqlima.

"If you meet Ilyas outdoors, don't talk to him once in a while!" Yahya is back.

"Then if I don't talk to Ilyas, will I take the time to be my interlocutor?!" Ask Iqlima as effective. Whether he got strength from where, he suddenly dared to ask as loudly as it. This made Yahya silent.

"I'm sorry" Iqlima stepped out leaving Yahya the sculptor and Hajjah Aisyah seated. Still shocked.

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Haris and Hana enter the room. Haris. His heart felt so numb. He just lost a mother he loved so much. Not long. Even the grave ground had not dried up yet. Now Haris must face the harsh reality. The adoptive mother whom he greatly respected turned out to be defamatory of his trust. Tears seem to be drying up. He was no longer able to cry. This burden is too heavy. His shoulders seemed no longer able to sustain all the problems.

"Mas... " Call Hana with a raucous voice. He cried watching the misfortune of the life story of the husband in front of his own eyes. Hana hopes the tape wasn't true. She still held great hope that her husband would not be too hit with this terrible reality. It is more than outrageous if what causes Haris to be an orphan from childhood is due to his own close relatives. Relatives who had become second mothers and so Haris believed.

"Darling... It's too bitter. Really bitter..." Haris's defense collapsed. He's back sniffling. This man cried again in the arms of his wife.

"Mas.... " Lirih Hana's. It was very interesting that he strengthened Haris. But unfortunately he also felt broken, his heart was broken knowing this reality. As Haris has said, they are one unit that reflects each other. To be able to stand up straight to save yourself alone feels unable, how can he be a hero for the husband?

"Mas... Allahu Musta'an Allahu Musta'an. Fashbir Shabran Jamiil's. Allahu Ma'ana" This is all Hana can say in the remnant of her power.

"Darling, it's just you. God has given you to strengthen me. Right now I can't trust anyone but you"

"I'm sorry, marrying a man like me is not the happiness you get but just sadness and sadness. You are pregnant with our baby, but the problems I face even worsen your mental health" continued Haris regretted.

"Sssstttttt, don't talk like that, Mom! Have you forgotten the sound of the Surah at-Taghabun? Is there no harm to anyone except by the permission of God? Do we forget that we are a unit that intersects and is bound to each other? As if your happiness is my happiness. Then surely your calamity is my calamity. Your sadness is my sadness. But, this is not the point of our attachment, but how we can strengthen each other, walk in rhythm, all words and face it with tawakkal and qana'ah. Bismillah.mas strong.mas can be! Our baby will be proud of his ashes!" Hana Saying. Haris looked at Hana with a haru look. His little wife can be very calming.

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"Son, please Ummi... Tell Abah not to divorce Ummi... Ummi.... " Hajjah Aisha ceded to Yahya. He was too afraid of divorce.

"Mi, tell me the tape is fake! Tell me Ummi didn't do it! " The Sahut Yahya strengthens his heart. However, the mother's case is too severe and inexcusable.

"Pulse... Ummie... "

"Mi, the tape is still just a sentence. But it can shake the whole room. What if it is played in its entirety?! Did Ummi not think about how Haris felt?! Why would Ummi let Umm Fatma live in solitude for so many years?! Then can you let Haris become a fatherless child at a very young age?! Wh why?? Answer Mi!!! " I can't wait, Yahya raised his voice.

"Ommy... It wasn't Ummi who killed Hasbi. Not Ummi boy! "

"Then?! "

"Ummi only follows the desire of Indah who threatens to dismantle the affair Ummi with other men in the past if not follow what he ordered. At that time Ummi was very young, did not understand love. Ummi and your brother were betrothed. But in the end Ummi really loved your brother. He captivated Ummi with his attitude and moral kindness. Until ummi was so afraid of divorce. Ummi regretted all the folly and filthiness of Ummi in the past. Ummi sorry son! Hiks hyks" I Hajjah Aisyah trembling. Yahya shook his head not believing in what he heard.

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