Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 148: The Melancholic Soul

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The tears of Hajj Zakaria. Some of his feathers fell on the white robe he was wearing. Some others managed to wipe him. The flow of tears is not without cause. The shocking confession made by the wife he loved so deeply felt scratching. The pain caused the tears to just come out.

Hajjah Aisyah sat in a doldrums. His feelings are not out of whack. Ducking is the most appropriate choice pose for the moment. Like the case in a trial, Hajjah Aisyah just waited for the hammer beat of the judge over his fate ahead. And the Judge was Haji Zakaria, her own husband.

Haji Zakaria rose. An unbearable sense of tightness made him enter the bathroom for ablution. Expect the pain to fall along with the running water. Disappointment is a word that represents his feelings for the moment.

Hajjah Aisyah was still sitting in her original place. He occasionally glanced at the bathroom door. Hope anxious. He still continues to spin the ends of the square veil worn.

Driiiitt

The sound of the door being heard. Haji Zakaria came out with a black shirt and cloth pants after removing the robe so as not to get wet from splashing water.

A small towel was stuck to his neck. Even though he was 57 years old, but the stocky body still looks fresh. More than two decades after realizing his love, Hajjah Aisyah has always been amazed at her husband both physically and morally.

Haji Zakaria presents prayer rugs in a mihrab deliberately built in the room. Special mihrab commonly used for tahajud or dhikr prayers. Without looking to the right and to the left, he immediately performed two rakaat Sunnah prayers.

He hoped that God would lend His help in order to think clearly in this difficult situation. Deciding something is angry is not a good thing. A moment of calm down in Mihrab hopefully can be a medicine.

Hajjah Aisyah took the initiative closer. He sat on the edge of the prayer mat.

"yeah... " The trembling but guts-filled hand managed to land perfectly on that burly arm. The mood was silent for a moment.

Tik Tik Tik

There was only a clockwork sound heard every second. Haji Zakaria looked over with a drawn look. Then with a quick movement he brushed off the hand that was still perched on top of his arm with one edge. No softness as usual. There is no friendly face full of smiles that he often displays when alone.

"I still want to glorify God's name here. Stay away Aisha! My soul still rumbles. My chest is still tight. Don't let me be rude to you! Get out of this room until I can make a decision! "

***

Still in Humaira Park.

“Mas, please don't punish my mother..” Looks Arini cupped both hands clear.

“Do you know something?” Haris raised his eyebrows up. Arini's request felt strange as well as interesting. The woman nodded slowly. He reached into the sling bag he was wearing and took something out of there.

“What is it?”

“I'll tell you the truth. But there are conditions”

“What are the terms?”

“Hug me. I miss your hug!” Arini stretched out her hand. Romi who was looking from a distance immediately got up.

“Cih. I never hugged you!” Haris shakes.

“But at the airport..”

“You are hugging! Not me!” Sambar Haris fast.

“Look at the two pairs of eyes watching us in the Gazebo there! Have you not thought at all about their feelings?!”

Romi walked moving closer to them.

“Yes. Hhhh sorry. I was just kidding”

“Ayolah Arini... What do you want? Don't beat around!” Haris rubbed her hair back. Impatiently.

Romi firmly pulled Arini's hand.

“Arini! What the hell are you doing? Did you ask Haris to hug you?? Don't disturb people's husbands! Now I'm your husband!” Jerky Romi hard.

Sreeettt

Arini squeezed the rough hand that pulled her. The atmosphere is not conducive. Slowly Hana also approached. He walked holding his stomach.

“Sayang... Slowly..” Haris directly approached Hana swiftly. He held his wife's shoulders to walk together.

“You see that? Aware Arini!! Be aware my dear wife..” Romi links his hand to Arini's. The woman he just married softened.

“A.. I. I just want to give you this letter. Letter of reply from the late abah mas Haris to my ummi. I found it before I and Romi got married” said Arini handed it to Haris.

“And also... This! A handwritten letter from Ummi who wanted to threaten the late Ummi Fatma but did not seem so he sent it because it was proven this letter I also found at home!”

Haris frowned.

"I didn't want to hand over this letter. A few days ago, I met Lisa. He said that there would soon be rioting at Abah Zakaria's residence. He said the footage of the murder plot had been sent. Lisa makes sure Umm Aisyah will reveal that Ummiku is the killer" Lirih Arini.

"Where did Lisa know that? " Romi wonder. Arini shakes.

Haris opened the envelope and read the letter.

From: Fatma Munirah's husband, Hasbi Abdurrahman

Beautiful, People I respect because of Allah~

Honestly I'm lazy to talk basi~

I just want to say that I only love Fatma. That'sthat's all.

I hope this one sentence represents all the answers from your long letter.

Haris. The handwriting of decades ago is back in sight. The ink has faded. The shadow of a drop of water that fell and was absorbed on the paper seemed to widen the look. This letter reads short again solid.

Haris's eyes condensed haru. Abah loved and respected Ummi. Maybe this is the reason for Ummi not to marry again after the departure of abah. A love too strong.

"Haris, what's wrong? Is there a clue? " Tanya Romi was curious.

"Is your mother involved? " Tanya Haris looked at Arini softly.

"Mas, I know what Ummi looks like. Ummi raised me. I'm sure Ummi isn't that kind of person! Please do not punish Ummi... There must be some misunderstanding here! I deliberately expose all this so that the mas are not surprised if - if Abah Zakaria and Ummi Aisyah will find the recording" said Arini defending bu Indah. This woman does not yet know that the riot in question just happened. The time bomb exploded.

"I just want to know the truth, Rin. Whatever the bit, the truth must be revealed. No matter who that person is. Even the blood of the flesh itself, if guilty must be punished" said Haris emphatically. Heart melos. Her mood is deteriorating. Actually, the dark painful events in the past are the things he most does not want to find out.

Knowing the true facts will only add to the wounds that have already been mengagang. But the more here, God seems to deliver it to many of these. As if he did not want to resign, the clues continued to be present one by one.

***

The car carrying Arini and Romi drove towards the residence of the beautiful maam. Arini invites her husband to visit her mother.

"You're not worried that Ummi will kick us out like the other day? "

"I'm more worried that Ummi is in jail" replied Arini.

"Rl... I'm jealous..." Lirih Romi's.

"I don't care" Arini pressed her hands to her waist. He chose to look at the window on his left.

"By having Haris hug you, it's the same as you hurting my pride. Even if you don't like me, at least respect me as your husband. From tonight onwards... Even until I die. I will sleep while hugging you so that you do not lack affection!" Romi raucous. To be honest, this melancholy man felt sad. Arini was silent. He looked at Romi who was driving.

The car arrived at the house. Aris was smoking casually on the terrace. The smoke coming from the e-cigarette appears to be thick billowing. A moment later this young man was sumringah. He immediately stood up to welcome his brother and sister-in-law.

"Are Ummis home? " Tanya Arini after they let go of each other's longing.

"No. Ummi just left. Aris is glad Ummi is not home, Aris does not want to mbak and mas Romi to be his moons anymore! "

Arini rubbed the top of Aris' head full of affection. The height of Aris's body that surpassed her caused Arini to have a little tiptoe.

"I'm going to the bathroom. You accompany Romi first" Tell Arini hastily passed.

"Let's go in! "

"It's okay. Just here...! How's your s2 lecture? Already applied? I heard I want to go to the Archaeology School in Leiden, right?"

"Hehe... Try your luck again. Hopefully the research plan can really be penetrating. Mas himself how to deal with stubbornness mbak Arini? It's not easy, huh..." Aris sloppy.

"Hm... It seems Arini can't forget her past" Romi smiled wryly.

"Hhhhh... That Arini... Try to take it to Ruqyah's place! Ma'am Arini must be in Ruqyah!"

"Ruqya? " Romi scrunched her forehead.

"Yes.where tau with in Ruqyah mbak Arini can be realized from the lust that is not in place. Isn't Ruqyah a method of healing justified by Islam?" Aris asked again. Actually this young man suddenly remembered that his Ummi once said would make the eyes of Arini's heart will continue to lean on his first love. Whether it was really done or not. Wallahu.

Romi. Then nod in understanding.

"Mas... What if it turns out that Ummi really did such a heinous thing to the Haris mas family? I was so worried" said Arini who suddenly appeared from behind the door. Romi stood up to Arini who looked tense. He led his wife to sit down.

"I'll find out. May all be well" said Romi.

Aris who does not know what happened can only look.

***