Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
Chapter 21: News for Gibran
After dinner with Hana, Haris settles into his study to continue the unfinished work. But he could not concentrate well. He checked his phone repeatedly. Movement
empty without purpose. Just a glimpse of the minutes that passed. Finally he decided to call Ridwan,
“Wan, you know Yura right?”
“Udah know nanya, don't tell me you have a crush on Yura ya!”
“Astaghfirullah, carelessly you!!”
“Trus why? Big tumben part night-night gini call the cave, instead of fun-asikan there same wife” circus Ridwan.
“Close this phone!” threaten Haris's.
“E...e, wait, wait... sorry bro, joking.... sich sensi, yudah, so why the same Yura?”.
“Huft, cave want nanya, does Yura have a brother?”
“There. The Gibran. Cave friends also” replied Ridwan casually.
“Ha? How come you never told me the same cave if you have a friend named Gibran?”
“Jiaahh, do you ga nanya, besides the cave is also not too close ma Gibran, Just ever chat a few times doang”
“Oh. Okay, thanks bro info, ntar cave nanya-nanya again same lu” tiiiiiitttt tiiittt
This habit is a child, playing recklessly. Pissed Ridwan.
Hana was in her room. He had replaced his robe with sleeping pajamas. Again he observed the gift of Gibran. It's exquisite. He's about to try. But she immediately remembered her marriage
with Haris. He suddenly felt unworthy of the gift from Gibran. The righteous man simply did not know that he had become the wife of another. If you find out, will the gift still be given to him? Hana also abandoned her intentions. He chose to re-tidy the items and wrap them. Hana wanted the matter to be resolved as soon as possible. He thought he should go to Gibran tomorrow and explain everything and return the man's gift. Before it's too late. Hana was determined.
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The weather this morning was cloudy. The sun does not reveal its nose. The light sank with a gray cloud that enveloped the earth earth. Haris and Hana were sitting together at the dinner table. French Toast Sandwich and a glass of fresh goat milk served their breakfast this morning. Hannah prepared a simple but filling meal. Haris seemed to enjoy his breakfast.
“Mas, today I plan to meet friends” Hana ask permission to Haris
“Which friend?”
“Yura mas” Hana replied. Haris looked unhappy.
“Do you have to today?”
“For today why mas?”
“Hmh, no. I forgot to tell you that mom will visit today”
“Oh so, all right. Meet Yura can I postpone”
“Hmh.” Haris nodded
“Mas, the food supply is running low, then I ask for permission to shop in the front supermarket by motor. I'll cook lunch for mom”
“Weather is overcast. You ride Gocar. You shop and bring home a lot of stuff. Not safety carry motor alone” Haris give advice.
“Alright mas”
“Later I will transfer money” said Haris later.
“No need mas, yesterday's money has not run out, there are still many kok”
***
On the way to his office, Haris calls Mom,
“Assalamu’alaikum bu”
“Wa’alaikumsalam, what's up son? I contacted my mother early in the morning. You're not going to the office?”
“This again on the way to mom's office. This afternoon, mom went home. Later on break Haris pick up. Hana's cooking today. He wants to cook for ibu”.
“Why Hana bothers son, mom does not want daughter-in-law mom tired”
“No kok ma'am. Okay, well, then Haris will pick up mom. Yes yaa” Persuade Haris seduce mom.
“Good son, I've missed you too. Later do not be too late to pick up mom, I want to help Hana cook”
“Good. Tell the Queen Mother is ready Ananda to do” Haris make a military-style sound. I smiled hearing it.
“Then get here first ma'am, assalamu’alaikum”
“Wa’alaikumsalam” tiiit tiiit.
Phone's closed. Along the way to the office, Haris thought and pondered. He didn't expect to be able to do this at all. In a sudden moment he arranged all the stratagems so that Hana would not go out to meet Yura. He just didn't want Hana to meet his friend. Not why, if Hana met Yura, would definitely also meet Gibran. That's what Haris thought. So what does this have to do with Haris? Haris was also confused as to why he became this way.
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Gonna go shopping at the supermarket. The list of groceries he had written, he,
1 kg of fish
1 Kg of beef
½ kg pomfishes
1 kg of red onion
½ kg garlic
1 kg of red tomatoes
½ kg red chili
¼ kg green chili
1 ounce of cayenne pepper
1 Pack Himalayan Salt
½ kg sugar
3 tie green mustard
¼ kg chickpeas
¼ kg carrot
1 Pack Spagetty La fonte
1 pack of miehun
3 tie sop leaves
2 tie the chives
That's the list of Hana's groceries today. This food preparation is prepared for the next week. Other ingredients that are not written on the grocery list mean there is still a rest in the kitchen. He is very organized in this regard.Small containers have been bought at his orange store online. Now he is eager to shop for his kitchen needs for a week.
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The Cafe A
Ridwan and Yura are meeting. Yura also took Gibran. He felt uncomfortable if he only met with Ridwan.
“Assalamu’alaikum bro, long time no see” Sapa Gibran friendly.
“Wah, yes. How's college? Smoothly?”
“Aalhamdulillah's. It just finished the exam, so take a short vacation while looking at family”
“God's Mass. Mabruk Mabruk” Ridwan congratulates.
“Hmh. If so we order food first ya” Yura who from earlier silently let out a sound.
“Okay. Mas order drink only.at home already eat” Gibran who is valuing home food does not intend to eat out. Understandably, months of enjoying Moroccan food that is not so familiar on his tongue make him miss mother's cooking.
Orders have been delivered. The three of them chatted casually. Gibran saw the attraction in Ridwan to his sister. And so is Yura. Often he met shyly in the face of the words that Ridwan gave.
“Mas, I'm sorry to go to the bathroom first ya”
Gibran and Ridwan nodded simultaneously. They both continued their conversation.
“O yes, last night my best friend Haris called asking you”
“Haris?” Gibran's forehead shriveled.
“Iya, Haris husband of your sister's best friend. They got married when you were in Morocco”
Gibran remembered Yura's friend. There's Lisa, Maya, Dance, Diamond. Who else is yes. As for Gibran Yura's best friend, no one has been married. And his closest friend was. Haha, where could it be Hana.
which “Haris are you? My friend Haris is only two. Another one in Sudan, the other one is brick”
“Not both. This is Haris Abdurrahman Faiz. It seems you don't know each other. Last night he called, maybe his wife told me about Yura and you who just came home from Morocco”
“Later Insya Allah I will introduce. Haris is really cool kok” continued Ridwan again.
Gibran.
“His best friend Yura? Lisa, Maya or something?”
Ridwan.
“Not. But Hana. Hana Yura's best friend who is married to Haris”
“Whata??? Hana??” Gibran was shocked. As Gibran remembered, Yura's friend named Hana there was only one, his own future wife.
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