Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
Chapter 19: Gamis and Mukena Sutra
Gibran's pick-up day. As promised, Yura went with Hana after they had previously prayed together in the gunpowder. Yura's parents could not pick her up because she was still in Singapore. Insha Allah the day after tomorrow they have also landed in Indonesia. According to the schedule, Gibran aircraft will arrive at exactly 15.00 wib. Hana and Yura had about 2 hours to spare.
“Hana, you're okay?” Yura saw Hana just daydreaming from earlier. They just got out of
the mosque gate.
Hana shakes.
“Ga why-not, Ra. I just thought about what to tell Mas Gibran about my marriage. I'm afraid Gibran disappointed”
“Do you want me to say it?” Yura offered herself.
“No Ra, maybe running away from the problem will actually make Gibran much more disappointed. I just need to
waiting for the right time to say it all. Hopefully it will not take long so as not to get hurt further”
Hana and Yura enter a restaurant. They will eat here first before leaving
airports.
“Hana, I want to ask you, please answer honestly” Yura looked at Hana seriously.
“How do you feel about Gibran? Is it still the same?” Hana's speechless. He is unable to answer.
“I already know the answer, you can not forget the Gibran mas right?” Yura asked frontally.
Hana closed her eyes. He nodded and replied,
“Since the Kabul ijab was uttered by mas Haris over me, it has since been haram for me to love other men besides
my husband, Ra” Hana is very heavy to say this sentence.
Yura nodded in understanding.
“I don't know what if I'm in your position. Maybe I'm not as fresh as you”
“I'm not that strong. Really am. I also just resigned to my marriage relationship that I still do not know where the direction of mua”
“Did Haris treat you well?”
“He treated me very well. Much better than I imagined. But there's a lot I don't know about him. Our relationship is not yet at the stage to sit down and get to know each other. Just limited, ‘Oh okay, I have friends at home this’”.
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Hana and Yura arrive at the airport exactly 5 minutes before Gibran's plane lands perfectly. Gibran picked up his backpack, then headed to the immigration department for passport control and then to the suitcase collection. Gibran walked towards the exit. Many people wait for their relatives or family there. They jostle each other. Gibran's eyes circled to the right and to the left. He has not seen where his sister is.
“Hana, it's Gibran mas! Let's go there” Yura pulled Hana's hand. This girl stepped up doubtfully.
Finally Gibran saw his beloved brother walking towards him. She sumringah. He turned to look at the girl near Yura. Their views meet. Testimonials. Tests. Like in the morning dewdrop, Gibran's heart was cold.
“Mas, I miss you” Yura's tears are perfectly dripping.
“You are still as crybaby as you used to be?” Gibran slightly randomized his sister's head. He too
have the same desire.
After the two brothers took off their homes for a moment, Gibran greeted Hana.
“How are you? Healthy?” Gibran could not stop staring at Hana. It is undeniable that he misses this girl so much. Want to break the taste. If they were legitimate. Realizing this, he threw away his gaze of direction. In his heart he promised to make Hana his own soon.
“Alhamdulillah good mas. How are you?”
“Alhamdulillah, as you can see” Gibran replied with a smile. Hannah was a little fascinated to see it.
“Mas have eaten?” ask Yura.
“Actually already on the plane, but I have no patience to eat Indonesian cuisine. Already missed. Ayoo
mas eat while we talk about taking off miss” When said to take off longing, Haris eyes glanced at Hana. Want to not want Hana to blush a little. Yura realized this. He saw how much his brother had such great feelings for Hana. He also saw the same expression in body language
her best friend. Yura became very sad. How fate does not side with her brother.
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Hannah waited for her husband to come home. He had promised to go home early because Haris would invite him to dinner tonight. While waiting, Hana opened the souvenirs that Gibran had given. There is a set of clothes mukena also. Hana. It is beautiful to give Gibran, the silk souvenirs that managed to make him stunned. He saw a note tucked in there. He read it straight away, though,
“Hana, when you read this, you must have opened a gift from me. Even if it's just, I hope you like it. I honestly don't know what size you're wearing. I weighed it in with a mirror to Yura. I hope my choice is right. Gibran”
Hana recalled how the souvenirs had been taken out of Gibran's backpack. He didn't put it in his suitcase,
maybe to make it easier when given. As predicted, Hana will pick him up at the airport. He also put the clothes and face on the bed. I want to shower first before trying it.
Haris came home at exactly 17:30. He heard the gurgling sound of water from the direction of the bathroom located nearby
kitchens. The bathroom in the main room has not been repaired.
Haris came home with a motivational book that he got directly from the author. There was a motivational seminar for the staff. Haris wanted to present this book to Hana. He opened the door to Hana's room and placed the book
on his bed.
But his eyeballs caught a complete package of clothes that were also there. He held his cloth. Costly. Haris Mumbled. There's a label on there. Made in Morocco. Not to forget, he also saw there was a note there. Curiously, he read the short message. Haris's forehead
wrinkle perfect. “Morocco? Gibran?” Haris captures two important keywords. The water's changed. What is the relationship between the man named Gibran and his wife? Did they have a special relationship until Hana was given this special gift? Her memory hovers at Hana's words last night, that she asked permission to pick up her sister Yura at the airport.
The puzzle pieces slowly opened and arranged. Haris left Hana's room without putting down the book she had intended to give.
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