Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 145: Resigning

Internal meetings of the nuclear family in the Zakaria hajj workspace were heated up. From the beginning, Haris whose soul was somewhere suddenly came back with striking sentences. The spirit is back alive. Live to express deep disappointment.

Hajjah Aisyah became the main center of the discussion today can not be cut. Like being skinned, he was caught in a sharp gaze full of wrath. Word for word that Haris blurted out like a drum that was shot and then managed to make the entire room want to declare war.

What kind of love does Ummi hold? Thus a short sentence full of question marks thrown by Haris was able to silence his arrogance. Because from the beginning that Hajjah Aisyah broke apart was nothing but a feeling of deep love for Abah Zakaria but with a beautiful he denied humanity.

Repeatedly Haris rubbed his wet eyes. How tears are not a sign of weakness but rather they are present from sensitivity and subtle distortion of taste. Hajjah Aisyah trembling. Trying to faint is impossible. He tehimpit in the dilemma looking forward to how the story continues in this episode. Hope the husband will understand what he has done in his youth first.

“May Ummi be able to reflect well and repent with true repentance. Nashuuha Taubatan. Thank goodness Ananda Haris didn't make this happen! With her moral kindness, she still respects and appreciates Ummi even though that's what Ananda Haris talked about only about pain. This is the definition of a real heartbreak. A child's heart breaks with his mother. Abah so doubt if Ummi really has a sense of motherhood or indeed since the first is numb?!”

Jleebbc.

Haji Zakaria had to raise his head. Because along Haris issued his letter, this charismatic Ulama was too embarrassed even though he just looked lightly. He just kept bowing.

"U... Ummie... Ummi apologizes" Lirih hajjah Aisyah. For a while, this was all he could say.

Iqlim! I will ask Yahya to divorce you! Just look! Hopefully that way you will realize where you are! You can humiliate me in front of my own family! Hajjah Aisyah growling. He took a glance at Iqlima who was beside Yahya.

"Is that all? " Tanya Haji Zakaria. He put his glasses on.

"U. mmi khilaf... Ummi selfish... Ummi is not wise in acting... But... Hmh but actually Ummi... U. mmi is not as bad as Abah and Nak Haris thought!" This middle-aged woman still could not accept the reality.

Haji Zakaria massaged his temple.

“Hhh.... Alright... The meeting about our recording first got here. We will hold a follow-up meeting with other close relatives as well as discuss the legacy that the late Fatma left” said Haji Zakaria. He got up from his seat.

Dddrrrttt Drrrttt

A message goes to Haris' watt-sapp no. He rubbed his face with a tissue before finally opening the phone.

Haris, my wife and I are going to visit Bustanul Jannah this afternoon. Romi's.

Haris frowned. Wife?

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim... With the end of this meeting I decided that I: Zakaria bin Yusuf declared that he would resign as the leader of the boarding school Bustanul Jannah.”.

Praanse

Haris was surprised to drop the cellphone in his hand.

“Bah!!” Yahya stand. He felt unacceptable. Hajjah Aisyah and Iqlima looked up. The spontaneous decision of the role model felt so surprising.

Haji Zakaria raised his hand and invited Yahya to remain calm and sit down again.

“Change will continue to take care and help as much as possible. But for now and until an unspecified time, abah decided to Hiatus” Haji Zakaria looked straight ahead.

“But bah, on what basis is this sudden decision made? What is the fate of Bustanul Jannah? Bah, Yahya please rethink it!” Yahya really did not let his brother make a unilateral decision.

“Ananda. Abah weighed it up with a short time. But there is a strong reason behind this decision. God willing, this is a mature decision based on. Precisely how the fate of this boarding school in the future if abah who continues to lead it!”

“Change, if the retreat is caused by this case. Wallahis. By Allah Haris did not imprison Ummi. Haris forgives. Abah, don't feel guilty. Please pull back Abah's decision. For the common good, for the good of the People!” Haris is no less vocal.

“Hhhh” Haji Zakaria takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.

“Ananda, the retreat of abah there is indeed an asbab share of this case. But that's just a small part. There's something bigger than that. Meaning and application”

“How can you lead thousands of students if your own wife is not able to lead? My wife is just one. Only one but I failed. How could you still dare to lead? Actually, it is my brother who is guilty. Abah cannot educate his wife well. Abah is ashamed, son! Abah is ashamed of God. Abah is ashamed of you all!” Hajj Zakaria. He closed his two teary eyelids. The pain of feeling failed is so raining.

Hajjah Aisyah.

“Allah SWT ordered to take care of family. Abah felt that everything was fine. Abah has a beautiful wife who shaliha, not only smart, but also insightful. A good wife and mother. But it turns out that I was negligent. Abah was in the wind and forgot that not all the wind that came was kind of cool again"

"It's been busy filling the studies here and there. Guiding thousands of people. Butwhat? Hhhh. God willing, this is a good decision!”

“Think you all, son of Yahya! I know you are capable. Especially if accompanied by a shaliha wife like Iqlima nak. You can anchor this ship to the destination. This trust will be handed over to the follow-up meeting later. While introspecting yourself”

“Rapat close. Wassalamu’alaikum warahmatulli wabarakatuh. Excuse me!” Haji Zakaria picked up the glasses located on the table then stepped out of the room in a hurry. The gentle-hearted cleric left dumbfounded faces in disbelief at his sudden decision.

“Bah…. Wait sah... Wait!” Hajjah Aisyah wants to follow her husband. But his hand was held by Yahya.

“Leave your own first, Mi”

“Hemm.. Mas Yahya, Mbak Iqlima.. I also excuse you!” Haris followed in the footsteps of Hajj Zakaria out of the room but without asking permission first on Hajjah Aisyah.

“Nak, how is this?” Bu Hajjah was back. He bit his lower lip in dismay.

“Yes Rabb... Ummi ummi…. Ummi could be like this!” Yahya shook his head.

“What after this Abah will divorce Ummi nak?” Hajjah Aisyah turned to nibble her finger. There was nothing more she thought about for now except what her husband would decide after this.

“Hhh Ummi! Athaghfirullah! Think about Ummi's sins! Why even be so selfish?!” Yahya opened a skullcap covered by a white turban and ruffled his hair roughly. Frustrating.

“Yahya! Where's your manners?!” Hajjah Aisyah offended.

Yahya took the mother into his arms. This young man went wrong.

“Let go Yahya! It's all because of your wife!”

“What does Ummi mean?”

“Ummi's been holding all this. The moment Ummi acted!”

Hajjah Aisyah approached Iqlima who was still sculpting. He was about to throw a slap. A little more, the hand managed to touch the cheek of Iqlima. But the movement was successfully prevented by Yahya. This man took his wife's body and took her into his arms. Until the hand that should have hit Iqlima's cheek turned to hit Yahya's arm. Hard enough.

“Ummi?!! What did Ummi do?!" Yahya let go of his embrace. He turned to look at Hajjah sharply.

Hajjah Aisyah looked at Iqlima fixedly with a gaze full of wrath. His heartache became so. But he chose to go out. His mind was troubled about the unfinished business with the husband. Yahya and Iqlima could only stare at Hajjah Aisyah's departure with a pushy look.

"Hmmm... " Yahya cleared his throat trying to melt the atmosphere.

"I'm sorry Ummi... "bluffed. Iqlima.

"I'm sorry" Yahya took a step. Iqlima stared warmly at the back of the man who had just hugged her. This woman's eyes are glazed. The petals are condensing. The chocolate bead was wet.

This was the first hug after a long time he had never felt.

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