Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 146: The Grip That Is Leaving

Haris opened the room door. He just finished praying ‘ashar. When out of the meeting room, this young man chose to go directly to the mosque and beristighfar there. Hana fell asleep on the bed. Looks like the wife also just finished fulfilling her five-time obligation.

Haris approaching. He rubbed Hana's cheek gently. His woman squirmed lightly but continued her sleep. Haris smiled knot. He wanted to lift Hana up on the bed but briefly put her down. This man chose to stare fixedly at a clean face that he had not seen for some time.

Bold eyelashes and thick eyebrows but remain proportionate. Well-favoured. Haris murmured gently rubbed Hana's eyebrows. Her index finger was following the path of her hairline.

Rabbis... The feeling is still the same. Nothing has changed. Even her affection is growing.

No wait any longer. Haris was afraid that Hana would catch a cold. He lifted his wife's body slowly. Then put it on the bed.

Hana's eyes opened. Astounded. Spontaneous he pulls the strong collar neck shirt of the person who lifts it.

“Huk Uhuk Uhuk” Haris coughed holding throat.

“Ah Mas! Who do I think!" Hana yawned. He sat down to open the door.

“You ih. I almost died suffocating!” Haris.

“Astaghfirullah. Oh, oh ngagetin! Where here I see!”

Haris sits on the edge of the bed. He tidied up Hana's hair that looked a little disheveled.

“How about mas? Ummi wasn't involved, was he?”

Haris shook his head.

“Alhamdulillah ‘alaa Kulli Haal's. I expected it. Where might Ummi do a heinous deed” Hana sumringah. He put his two hands together. Relieved.

“But the face of the mas looks unhappy. I must have missed Alm. Abah and Ummi” Lirih Hana. Haris smiles.

“Romi will visit us”

“Mas Romi? What time?”

“Maybe in a moment. He came to take his wife”

“Ha? Wife? Is Romi married? When's? Who's wife? How do I not know?!” Hana looked enthusiastic. He was happy that Romi could finally find his soul mate.

“You are.. if it is one-on-one. Don't be like a train. I'm confused where he answered!” Haris menoel Hana's nose.

“Hmh I myself also do not know who Romi married. Later we make sure together, hm?”

Hana nodded. Haris moved closer step by step. Her hand took Hana's head and placed her forehead and nose in the hair near the ears.

“I stress. I need you” whispered Haris. The breath feels warm running from the ear to the cheekbones. Hana.

“My head feels full. My chest is like someone's squeezing. I'm rattled. Am I still not being able to be sincere? I've been trying to calm myself down. But my heart still hurts. The fact that there was an attempted murder until Abah died continues to interfere until I so guess what Ummi really went away naturally. Hhhh I became worried that I was not included in the mukhlishin” group of people No longer able to resist. Finally Haris let out his complaint. The curses that Haris rarely does make Hana full.

It's not just that. I'm so worried about you and the safety of our future son. Continue inward Haris. Her tears are flowing. He said, tracing every inch of his wife's face with the tip of her nose. For a while, Hannah could only remain silent. He let Haris vent his grievances. Wreak what her husband wants to vent.

“Mas..” Sendu Hana. Haris's treatment made the woman's roaring breath begin to irregular.

“It's been so long. I know you miss me..” Haris was still whispering. The young man's hands and gestures brought Hana into his arms. It launches the action of anchoring the miss at the right pier.

Haris did his job masterfully.

Sadness, pain, longing, affection, love are also the changing passions. All melted into one. He has to channel all of this. At least to release the Hormone Vasopressin (Hormones that play a role in the reproductive process) so that the Oxytocin Hormone is created (Love Hormone, happy hormone) to release negative feelings that are increasingly entrenched in the body. Married men need to channel it.

Like a stream of electricity. The pleasure sail exploded in rhythm with the gentle breath of welcome. As if scrambling for oxygen, the sound of their breathing roared. Haris further immersed Hana into his embrace. Lastly, he rained down on the top of his head with so many kisses.

The body relationship between you is alms. Friends then there are those who ask the Apostle Shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam, ‘Wahai Rasulullah, do we come to our wives with that orgasm to get a reward?’ He replied, ‘Didn't you have sex with the unclean, you get sin. Therefore if you fuck on the halal, of course you will get a reward.”

Uqail Al-Hambil said about the law of the husband that does not give an inner living to the wife. He said,

“When I was locked in a problem, I called my wife to have sex. When I'm done, then I take a paper and I pour knowledge on it (start writing), because jima’ can clear the mind and strengthen understanding.”

The sentences are ringing in Haris' head until he has succeeded in realizing it.

***

Haji Zakaria stood by the window of the room with a grim face. This face was not the usual look of a face but rather a wounded and disappointed face. Two hours he was pensive. Alone and then perform prayers ‘ashr then beristighfar.

Haji Zakaria memorized how stubborn and selfish his wife was. This is all he knew from the very beginning of marriage. As a husband, he tried to understand to remind and change the character slowly. Although the nature of that nature will never be able to change, at least it can be soaked and minimized as much as possible.

Ciittt

There was the sound of the door opening. Someone entered the room. Closing the door slowly. Walking as if his feet could not touch the tiles. This man walked over to Haji Zakaria. Then ventured to wrap both hands hugging the Ulama.

“Sit Mi... Everything we finish now also” Haji Zakaria said coldly.

Deg.

“Bah, Abah looks Tired. Let Ummi massage first!”

“No"

"Well, Ummi will prepare warm water for Abah"

"Please take the place!! "

Hajah Aisyah. He sat on the sofa that was available in the room. For a second, Haji Zakaria took his place in front of him. Staring unblinkingly with a gaze that was difficult to translate. Hajjah Aisyah lowered her head to play the end of her veil.

"Well, Ummi's not a mobster. Ummi is not a murderer. Please don't stare at Ummi like a criminal... Abah wanted to swallow Ummi alive" Lirih Hajjah Aisyah slowly. He switched to playing his fingers.

"good. I don't want to talk about the late Hasbi. Except for the Ummi affair. The three questions I asked, Ummi has not answered! "

Hajj Zakaria without stale bases.

Deg.

It was unexpected that soon Haji Zakaria asked for an answer.

"Waiting for an answer to the first question! "

"Ummi has never had sex with anyone else. Abah is the only one" replied Hajjah Aisyah quickly. His eyes were staring in any direction.

"really?"

Hajjah Aisyah nodded.

"Lied!!! " Harid Hajj Zakaria. Jaw hardens. The veins around the neck stand out clearly. As a psychologist, Haji Zakaria knew very well that his opponent was lying. Moreover, he asked in a desperate situation.

Hajjah Aisyah was shocked. 35 years married, this is the first time he was so violently yelled at by the husband.

"U... Ummie... " Hajjah Aisyah began to tremble. Cold sweat is pouring.

"Ummi has sworn in the name of Allah. Tell me the truth! " The patience of Hajj Zakaria. Suddenly he grabbed Hajjah Aisyah's arm firmly.

"Aww sick bah" Hajjah Aisyah grimaced.

"Ummi.. confess! tell the truth! Before Abah hears from someone else's speech... Abah wants to hear all that from Ummi's own mouth!" The Hajj Zakaria insistence.

"That's our son Bah! Ummi swore in the name of Allah who created the heavens and the earth. Yahya is really our son! He's Abah's flesh and blood. In his blood flowed Abah's blood! " I'm Hajjah Aisyah crying.

"Who is Ummi's girlfriend? Did Ummi ever have any intercourse with her? " Haji Zakaria again asked the remaining questions. But this time a little bit.

Seconds. Two seconds. Ten seconds passed. Hajjah Aisyah.

"Mii...... Abah is ready to listen! "

And... In the end Hajjah Aisyah nodded slowly.

"Ummi me. Mang did it"

"How many times did Ummi cheat Abah? "

"Ti's... Three times or Em. Ummi forgot... Khilaf... Ummi was eaten persuaded his woo" Hajjah Aisyah was still crying.

"Is the late Sulaiman really our son? "

Hajjah Aisyah nodded.

"Mom. Nope"

The strong grip of Hajj Zakaria who grasped the hand of the wife was released instantly. Along with the rain.

Test Test Test Test

The holy tears flowed.

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