Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 22: The Bitter Reality

How well night can describe pain

Rinai the rain is soft

The moonlight sank in the dimness of the night

I was glued to silence

The desire to sing in the beauty of the full moon will never exist

Now all that's left is nestapa and lara

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Laa Hawlaa wa laa quwwata

Laa ilaa ha illaa anta subhanaka inni kuntu minazh zhaalimiin

Hasbunallah wa ni’mal wakiil

Ni’mal maula wa ni’man nashir

Gibran dissolved in his long prostration. What a great sin he had committed until he had this great ordeal. He was crying sobbing. The cry that never came out except when he faced his Lord in the long nights. This time he couldn't bear to not cry. It's true he's a man. However

facing this reality his heart can also be fragile. It was so fragile that he was unable to speak.

He never suspected at all that his return to Indonesia to pick up happy instead became the opposite. He found out that this shocking news was not from the mouth of Hana or Yura. Gibran was devastated. Why would Hannah do this to him. His beloved sister also covered this up in meetings. He felt like a loser hoping to fly towards the moon but on his way by a storm until it disappeared into pieces.

It was completely dissolved in silence. When he came home from the cafe, he was silent. Yura herself did not understand why her brother had suddenly changed. The face flushed like holding anger, the jaw hardened and the expression was not as usual. Not like the brother he knew. Gibran also confirmed Ridwan's words that Haris who married his sister's friend was indeed Hana. He has seen photos and videos of marriage contracts located at HP Ridwan. Ja. That girl is Hana. The woman who made excuses for him to study hard and he was willing to go home to propose to her. Knowing this fact, he

back to complaining to God. Wishing the pain he suffered would be eliminated by Him.

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The night is getting late, Fatma's mother is still at the residence of Haris and Hana. From then on they talked.

Hana is good at getting along. He and Fatma did not feel like in-laws and daughters-in-law, but like children and mothers. Haris and Hana force mom to stay at their house. Today, because the mother wants to come to visit, Hana has prepared everything, including

moving clothes from the second room to the main room he occupied. This is all he did so that the mother does not suspect because all this time they slept in separate rooms. Haris was relieved at Hana's fast-moving and shrewd lunge. Today the girl is not only shopping, cooking and moving things but also cleaning all parts of the house. His wife who was 19 years old turned out to be quite mature and mature faced an urgent situation. Haris becomes less worried over the plan he made into a mess. So far it has gone well.

Hana went inside to tidy up the room that Fatma was going to occupy tonight. It was Haris and Mom

the two of them on the front porch, still talking with each of them accompanied by a cup of warm tea made by Hana.

“Nak, I really feel very happy yes same Hana. His son was delicate, meek but deft. Though his age

still very young”

“Alhamdulillah if mom matches Hana. That means that Hajj Zakaria does not choose a mate for Haris”

haris said he recognized the advantages of his wife.

“So you guys are already in love, right?”

Haris was silent. He felt until this moment his relationship with Hana was not experienced at all

advances. Moreover, on the other hand there is still his mother Arini who told him to marry his daughter. Honestly, his feelings for Arini have not faded even though he has tried hard to forget it. Not to mention the name Gibran which he still does not know what relationship with his wife suddenly appeared. Adding to the list of problems that lined up for him to think about. Everything was still gray and he had absolutely no idea how to answer it.

“Hhhhhh” Mom sighs long.

“Although Hana doesn't love me bu??” Sergea Haris

“What do you mean? How do you know Hana doesn't love you?”

Haris was silent. He did not want to talk about his household any further. Because he himself is unable to explain how this relationship he runs with Hana.

“How about Arini? You're not playing with fire, are you, son? unlawful if you have a relationship with another woman outside of your marriage” mother laughs so far.

“If I have to marry Arini, what mother ridha?” Questions that just pop up. These two days, Arini's mother continues to urge Haris to immediately decide the future fate of her son.

“Haris, in our family there is no term polygamy!” the mother's voice slightly raised but remained in a small volume. If Hana heard it could be increased runyam.

“You're not really going to marry Arini, son, replied mom!”

Haris could only remain silent.

“You think about this matter carefully son, consider how your wife feels. Life with

guiding two women at once is not easy. Being fair is not as easy as we think. His responsibility later in front of Allah SWT is very heavy nak” Mother glazed.

“Haris understands mom. Haris had no intention of polygamy. This is just the worst possible

happening next. Haris will strongly consider this. Haris just hope that whatever happens in the future, I want to support and approve the Step that Haris took with the note The Step is God Ridhai” Finally Haris answered the mother with a diplomatic answer.

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Inside the room, Hana had prepared to go to sleep. As usual, he was ablution and read the Surah al-Mulk. There was an awkward feeling that slipped. Tonight she had to share the same bed and room with her husband. Haris himself was still sitting in the corner of the bed. He drowned with his cell phone. I don't know what that guy was doing.

“Mas..” Hana calls Haris. Haris.

“Yes? What's up?”

“Hmh... Can I sleep near the wall? I'm getting used to sleeping next to it” Hana pointed to that place

occupied by Haris.

“Good.” Haris moved across to the position of the bed next to him.

“I have no problem sleeping anywhere. What to worry about is your sleeping style that can be switched anywhere according to his will” Haris insinuated Hana's sleeping style is messy. Hana's face flushed.

“Mas making things up, where maybe I slept that frivolous, moreover there is a mas beside me” Hana dodged, it is not

wanted accused of deliberately approaching Haris through her sleeping style that she could not control. Haris laughed when he heard it.

“Do I need to record how your sleeping position will be?” Haris is back to Hana. He felt above

cloud.

“Good. If you feel disturbed, I will just sleep outside Hana Pout and want to go out of the room. However, Haris held Hana's hand.

“Do not sleep outside. I was just kidding. No matter what your sleeping style is. I don't have a problem. If you must

someone's out of the room. That was me. Not you. But please. Tonight we reconcile to share the same mattress” Haris humbled and relented so that Hana did not get angry. Hearing Haris's words, Hana's heart fell instantly.

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