Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
Chapter 156: Last Episode~
5 Months Later~
Arini in all black clothes walked alone to the funeral. He carried a basket of rose petals and a book of jasin. His eyes were covered with black glasses perched in front of his eyes. But all that could not cover the sadness that enveloped the recesses of his heart. Even the sadness is increasing day by day. Arini walked closer.
“Assalamu’alaikum mas..” Lirih Arini say hello. Slowly she sprinkled rose petals. One by one the petals fell to the surface of the tomb. Almost every day Arini regularly visited the grave of her husband. Not strong, Arini sat down. He's fucked.
“It's been 157 days mas left me and all the sweet memories are very late for me to thank... Hiks hiks...” Arini opened the sunglasses. la rubbed his wet eyes.
“I sincerely mas.. I'm sincere... But I'm fragile..” Unbearable, those tears are livid.
“God really punishes me. The pain of regret is so painful. Your speedy departure has really been a valuable lesson for me. The bitter truth slapped my weak heart so strongly. I've been through a lot of pain. Million sorrows. Thousand bitterness. But it turns out it's not all comparable to my situation today” said Arini grimly with hands that still sprinkled rose petals.
“But don't worry, God willing I will forever be your Riry. Wait for me. Just like you, I want to go to His heaven. I want to see you in the best of circumstances. Riry will be your angel in heaven.” Arini continued trying hard.
“I'll fix myself. To be a true Muslim as you want. I will repent. May Allah have mercy on my sins”
“Mas Romi. Deepening the science of religion there. Self-muhasabah. I promise to always send al-fatihah letters and other love letters to you! I'm sure you're calm there. In the gardens of heaven..” Lirih Arini. She opened the book of jasin and began to read verse by verse after earlier intending the reading for her beloved husband. The voice of the shahdu was thrilling to anyone who heard it.
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Tap Tap Tap
The footsteps sounded. Haris, Iqlima and Yahya as well as Abah and Ummi drove Hana to the hospital after Hana complained of periodic pain in her abdomen and waist. She was taken in a wheelchair to the delivery room.
“Ya Rabb... Astaghfirullah.. Yes Rabb...” Hana complain. He groaned holding the stomach that felt twisted.
“Honey, patience yes... soon we will get to the room” Haris said trying to entertain. Actually, he himself was tense. Seeing Hana who was in pain even labor had not started made her guts shrink a little. Haris could not bear to see Hana complaining.
“Read verse seat son. read verses al-Qur’an.” Umm Hana reminded. He himself has been committed to reciting prayers with various selected verses. Iqlima who accompanied Hana and also offered prayers.
“Miii sick Mi,, Mas.. Sakiiit once rasa” Rintih Hana. He is usually the strongest and strongest to endure the pain. But this time it's different. Hana was already trying to toughen up and endure the pain. But the pain is getting worse and longer.
Czech
The maternity room door opens. Hana put in.
“Sorry Sir, Mom.. Only one person can accompany in the room” said the doctor. Ummi and Haris looked at each other.
“Just you son, please strengthen Hana.” Ummi told Haris. This young man nodded then immediately shot into the room. The door is back closed.
Abah and Ummi took a seat and read al-Qur’an in a quiet voice. Yahya sat in front of the room staring at Iqlima who had been pacing back and forth waiting for news. That clean face exuded anxiety. I want Yahya to approach Iqlima telling him to sit down so that his wife is not tired. But the intention is undone when someone comes to approach him.
“Mas, how is Ning Hana doing?” Ask the person who turned out to be Layla. He was late because he was busy making up. The orange-colored lipstick approached the peach so well-matched and fresh on its face. His power is capable of bewitching anyone who sees.
“Sit! Ning Hana has been brought into the room” Yahya said. He took mineral water from his bag and opened the bottle cap and thrust it at Layla who still looked breathless.
“Soof..”.
“What's vaporized?” Yahya scrunched his forehead.
“Drink... My hand has a fan and tas” Bisik Layla reasoned. Yahya also thrust the mineral water into Layla's mouth. The tail where the woman who owned these two children glanced towards Iqlima who was looking at her softly. Layla's heart was happy. Yahya was watching him. Especially in front of the eyes of Iqlima. The corners of his lips formed a curve.
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“Still openings 3-4” Say midwife who handles the delivery process Hana. He told the doctor who had the drug through the phone line.
“Masa has been for hours still opening 3, Sus?!” Haris's protest was impatient. He felt pity and pity to see Hana's pale blue face endure the pain. His hands were being targeted for a strong squeeze. Hana bites the handkerchief every time she feels her stomach churn. Sweat dripping-netes.
“That's how labor is sir. Requires patience and sacrifice a mother is also a companion that strengthens the latahut midwife with a smile.
“Allaaahu Akbar.. Haaah huuuhhh haahhh” Hana groaning. Haris kissed the top of his head many times. Read some verses of the Quran and memorized prayers outside the head. Haris shed tears. He gave his arm to Hana to bite. Also let her hair be pulled. Haris Let the wife vent all the pain at will on her body.
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In a different place. In the high court. Ingrid and Beautiful in the trial for all cases involving them. Ridwan and Roni help with all the process. They became observers and recorded the course of the trial to be submitted later to Haris.
The lawyers give each other arguments. Each of them has a strong reason why they should defend their clients. As if there is no boundary between the right and the wrong, the guilty party continues to defend.
They fell asleep, unaware that the real court was in the next land. When people can no longer defend themselves. All the track records of life are rotated before both eyes of the head. If they had known the true nature of life, they would not have been so relaxed as to mix up evil and truth.
For hours, Ridwan has joined Inggrid and Indah. But not as friends, but as opponents who look sad at their behavior.
Beautiful and Ingrid appearance is not as good as usual. There is no more expensive make-up or skin care that they are always proud of. No more expensive clothes typical of socialites that decorate neatly. Even the nails that were originally painted perfectly after doing manicure-pedicure peeled unkempt.
Their condition is no less terrible. Five months in a holding cell forced them not to complain and resignedly resist the heat and cold that came to change day and night. They don't even remember how long their case has been going on.
“Based on all available evidence, hereby. I declare that the defendant Indah was entangled in a layered article with a sentence in PRISON FOR LIFE. Also accused Inggrid with a more severe crime that is to deliberately eliminate the life of the deceased Hasbi following a series of other crimes. So the Court of Justice ruled that... defendant Ingrid received a HANGING sentence!”
Tuk Tuk Tuk
The decision has been read. The hammer is already knocked. Inggrid and Beautiful crying bitterly. That deep-rooted lust and vengeance became a self-destructive boomerang. There is no evil that does not meet its end. There is no truth that is not revealed.
“With the knock of the hammer earlier, the trial is officially closed!” The judge closed the hearing.
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Minutes keep passing. It had been nearly fourteen hours Hana endured the pain in the delivery room. But the pelvic opening does not increase. Stuck at the opening of Lima. While Hana's face grew pale. This woman groaned more and more to withstand the pain that was getting to its peak.
“Sus, how is this? What can be done to increase the opening?” Ask Haris for the umpteenth time.
“Yang strong yes dear.. His doctor again headed here” said Haris accompanied Hana faithfully. Luckily the pain in his calf gradually recovered. With complete confidence to give up fully to God as well as family support, Hana struggled for all the pain she felt.
The doctors also put all their abilities into the care and delivery of the best medicine.
Ciiiite.
Door opens. The obstetrician Obygn Specialist hurriedly stepped in. Then check Hana's condition, calculate the fetal heart rate in the womb also see their movement.
“How do doc?” Ask Haris worriedly.
“We have to do cesarean operation, Sir!” Doctor's talk. Hana nodded in disbelief.
“Prepare his tools sus! Take Hana's mom to the operating room!” Tell the doctor and he moves quickly out of the room.
“Mas…. I don't want an operation. I'm scared! I am still strong fighting for normal lahiran” Hana said with still whimpering.
“All will be fine dear. Insha Allah cesarean operation is the best way. For the sake of your well-being as well as our babies, your condition is also not possible to wait any longer. We have all done. Now is the time to give up all to Allah, the All-Living, you will and are ready?” Haris asked after giving a short cult. Finally, Hana agreed.
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“Oeeeeekkk Oooeeekkk” Sound of baby crying from operating room. Haris and the family who had been waiting in front of the room gave thanks and were happy.
Before long, the door opened. The doctor came out to Hana's family with a bright face. He smiled at the sumringah.
"Congratulations Haris, your twins and their mother are healthy. Operation went well. Your baby is male and female" said the doctor congratulated.
Haris immediately bowed in gratitude on the white ceramic floor in front of the operating room.
"Now where is my son doc?! Can I see my wife and kids?! " Tanya Haris. He could not hide his happy face.
"certain.. Please Mr. Haris punish them" said the doctor. Haris immediately shot into the room.
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4 Years Later~
Looks like the kids are running around and fro chasing each other. They are fighting over toys that they are currently enjoying.
"Assalamu'alaikum Hasfi's... Hasna's... Look Abi bring apaaaa!" Haris appeared from behind the door. He holds a Lego toy basket.
"Waalaikumsalam... Abiiiiiiiiii" The children embrace Haris. Hana who was embroidering smiled happily.
"It's for Hasfi huh, bi? "
"Not... This is for Hasna, right bi? "
"Hehe... This is for both children abi. later we play together yes... " Say Haris patted the shoulders of his son.
"Horeeeee Alhamdulillah! " They exclaimed cheerfully.
"But now, Abi will take Ummi, as well as Hasfi and Hasna somewhere... "
"Where's bi? We want a vacation, right?! But the promise to buy a book of stories of the prophet Ayyub ya bi..." Chirps Hasna.
"Prophet Ayyub sudaah.now the story of the prophet Shu'aib lhooo" Sahut Hasfi corrects.
"Haha.... " Haris laughed.
"alright... But before that we will go to the place of the heroes who often tell you before you sleep... "
"Waah, we will visit the tomb of the late uncle Romi huh bi? " See Hasfi. Haris smiled. Hana rise. She approached her husband who was staring at the picture frame of Romi which was displayed large in the middle of the room. It says, "Hero Without Sign Service". They hugged each other. Their minds are boundless. Wishing to be gathered in His Heaven Allah SWT.
EXPIRE
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