Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 149: Demonic Faces

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The umpteenth time Hana tore the paper after writing a few sentences there. Failing to pour out what he meant, he again tore it down firmly. The past week this beautiful young lady looked careless.

All are exacerbated by feelings of jealousy that still continue to be entrenched in the chest but desperately not admitted. This caused Hana's mood to fall apart. Arini successfully triggered a rumble in her heart. Hannah was not unaware that Haris was a devoted husband. I don't know why his heart still wasn't happy.

Hana tucked the pen roughly onto the table. The e-mail sent by the University Bureau to the email address required him to think hard. The request to make a speech representing the campus at a religious seminar and become a sari tilawah has been approved. But now he cannot concentrate.

Haris, who is also struggling with office files and takes care of solving his family's case, took the time to glance at the turmoil that was being experienced by his wife. The tail of his eyes kept watching the woman who was 4 meters away in front of him with her hair perfectly darkened.

"Darling... "

"Mi Amor's... " Call Haris softly.

Hana looked over with a disheveled face. Haris came up.

"I have a wrong? "

Hannah threw away her face.

"You jealous? "

Hana shook her head firmly.

"I love you..."

"Mas said it a million times" said Hana quickly. Haris smiles.

"Aren't you most pleased when I say that phrase? Especially when we do that. When your psychic energy is in the clouds, the surge is increasingly visible when the magic phrase I love you is said" Syndir Haris teased.

Bluuusssh

Hana's face turned red. Haris does have a myriad of words and reasons to make him bend.

"The one who wants it isn't me! "

"really? But I noticed... You enjoy it more! " Haris's voice is getting more and more seductive. Hana turned to face the table back to her husband who managed to make her run out of words. The anger filled the top of the head.

"Sorry.I'm sorry... " Say Haris realized the words were out of place.

"Will you forgive me? " Lirih Haris hugging. Hana's speechless.

"I don't know how much I made a mistake. There are also countless numbers of people who apologize. Your patient stock is so abundant, dear..." Haris kissed Hana's head.

Ah, Hana's true mood is not harmonious. He who nodded agreed when Arini asked for permission, but he himself who was then still careless.

"What do I do to get your mood better, hm? "

"Listen to my opening. Tomorrow I will attend a seminar representing the campus. Later there will also be mbak Iqlima as the main speaker"

"So those paper rips are for tausyiah? "

Hana nodded.

"alright... I'll listen to him! " Haris pulled the chair and sat on it.

"Assalamu'alaikum wr.. " Hana started to shayah.

"Hmh for a moment. Sorry. those are the papers you threw away... That's dear Mubadzir... Your mood may not be good. But your knowledge is fine. Wasn't... Innaa mubadziriina kaanu ikhawaana syayaathiiin. wa kaana syaithaanu lirabbihii....?"

"Kafuuraa" Lirih Hana completes the Quranic verse about mubadzir is his friend Shaithan who is reading Haris.

"We no longer need to discuss the meaning, because you must have understood the truth about it" continued Haris again. Hana looked down softly. He realized his mistake.

"Then...When do we go back to the apartment? My laptop and all my equipment are there"

"God willingly, dear"

"Mas.. saw mbak Iqlima with a myriad of knowledge and scientific blessings, making me want to follow in his footsteps. Can I ask permission to finish my degree and continue with s2? I want to be a well-rounded mom. Yes... Although knowledge is not only obtained in college alone. But maybe this is one of his efforts. I'll apply for a scholarship! " Pinta Hana pleads.

"Allahu... A good wish. Where I might not allow it. No need for a scholarship, I'll cover all your needs! Don't think about it..."

"After all, if you're her mother, I'm sure our children will be well educated" Sahut Haris rubbed Hana's head. The wife blushed.

"Thank you, my spirit is growing. I'll consult with mbak Iqlima! " Hana shines with excitement.

Dddrrrttt Dddrrrttt

Haris's phone vibrates. Romi's name is on the screen.

"Yes Rom?"

"How did it go? "

"As you suspected... He is the mastermind! " Sahut Romi's.

"good. I'll see you now! Together we formulate to bring him to justice!"

After asking Hana for permission, Haris drove his car to Romi's office. While Hana herself asked permission for Haris to return briefly to the apartment to pick up some of her personal belongings.

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Haji Zakaria was alone in Mihrab for a week and did not leave his room. He secluded himself from the silence in order to think clearly. Many of the plans were cancelled. A lot of work is delayed. Haji Zakaria commissioned Yahya and his sons-in-law to temporarily take care of the foundation while he was on hiatus until his resignation went smoothly.

Hajj Zakaria rose after hours of performing the Quranic tadarus. He walked open the window. Now Humaira Park is visible in front of the eyes. The light filled the eyes. Instantly the fragrance burst forth, approaching the smell refreshes the body. The fragrance comes from Gardenia flowers, there are Lilac, seroja and Lily.

On the north side of the plot of land, he specially planted red roses, the most favorite flower of the wife. In different plots, white roses to pink roses bloom. The flowers that have a distinctive fragrant deliberately Haji Zakaria planting for the idol. Aisha Humaira whom he always praised.

While growing these plants, his wife was pregnant with Sulaiman. Hajjah Aisyah's first child before Yahya. To entertain a wife who is weak because of two bodies, Haji Zakaria willingly took pains to build a garden with his own creations and creativity. But it turns out that the late Sulaiman was not his son.

This memory made him smile bitterly. Haji Zakaria thought, with him silent seclusion the pain would be reduced and disappear. But in fact the broken heart was getting broken.

Haji Zakaria quickly closed the window. Like experiencing trauma, the window of the room was immediately locked tightly. The face still continues to shed tears. But he realized, it is not good to let the problem drag on deeper.

Sooner or later Hajj Zakaria had to decide what he should decide. Although it feels unable to see the face of the Humaira penoreh wound, but as a husband, a servant of God who is responsible, he must face it.

Haji Zakaria decided to call one of the khadimah. He gave the order to tell Hajjah that he was waiting for him in the main room.

Decision's been made. Determination cannot be challenged. Hopefully that decision will be the best. Haji Zakaria wiped away the tears that were still there. A broken heart is real.

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Hana enters the apartment after telling the khadim who is carrying a car to wait in the parking lot. The apartment that he had left for almost two months looked neat. There is no dust left there.

Hana did order an assistant to come to work cleaning it every day. As an organized and always neat person, environmental cleanliness is a priority.

Slowly Hana walked into the main room. He opened the door by dissecting the key first. Only the main room alone did he not allow the assistant to enter.

"God's Masya.. I miss you!" Hana murmured a shriek after laying her body on the mattress. Yasmin's fragrant perfume mixed with masculine Haris still feels smelled. Hana inhaled the fusion of the fragrance deeply.

"Son... The Ummi twins... Be healthy, son... Later this apartment will be crowded by the sound of our laughter... Ah, Ummi can't wait to see you guys"

"Rabbi Habli minash shaalihiin" Hana said a prayer rubbing the stomach slowly. Her pregnancy is almost 4 months old.

"Next week God willing Ummi and Abi will visit you through the USG machine. Ummi prays that the children of Ummi are always in the protection of Allah SWT" said Hana sumringah. He is in gratitude.

Prok Prok Prok Prok

Suddenly the sound of people clapping their hands. Hana was surprised not to be a bitch. This apartment could be entered by someone else. He really made sure he locked it back in.

"It's perfect for your life, son! " A woman said softly.

"Ma... Mama Inggrid? " Hana frowned failing to understand why he was suddenly able to appear before her.

But apparently he was not alone, the sound of other footsteps began to be heard and present from behind the door.

"Mom... Is beautiful? " Lirih Hana's.

"Yeah boy.we came to visit... Visiting to make you feel what we feel!" Bu Indah glared spookily. A visible face is not a normal face. His appearance was followed by a male bodyguard who held a chain as well as a sharp-edged knife.

"Taa... Butwhy? Wh... What do you guys want? " Hana flabbergasted. For a moment he realized there was another purpose behind those demonic faces. Hana held her stomach. Tensional.

"Haha... Because what did you say? Obviously because you're Haris' wife. You're the cause of all this mess! "

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The curious same Inggrid, naah Doi also appeared~

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