Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 34: The Light

Haris sat in one corner of the hospital. Sometimes he glanced at his watch. Spank

23.00 wib. The night is getting late. He just finished donating his blood to Arini. Post-surgery the girl had hypovolemia (one of the most common causes of low blood pressure after surgery), but she had just regained consciousness and looked healthy. I hope Arini is okay.

Actually he had planned to go home much earlier because Hana was alone at home. Thought

his buying wife, after a long debate earlier it seems he refused to find further things on the girl. Does he really miss Hana? It felt like he kept thinking of going home and wanted to see how Hana was doing now. Is Hana still mad at him. But Haris is also unlikely to leave Arini who he still does not know how the development of post transfusei blood. Luckily their blood type and rhesus are the same. So Arini got help.

“Mas Harris!” Greeting Hanum from the front, Haris turned his head.

“How is Arini mas?”

“Arini again in the process of recovery. Hope everything goes smoothly” said Haris flat.

Mas Haris was so considerate of Arini, he was even willing to wait until late at night like this. Inner Hanum. No

it could be denied, again Hanum felt envious.

“Alhamdulillah you have arrived. I'm picking up Arini! I want to excuse you to go home first” Haris ask permission to say goodbye to Hanum.

“It's only eleven o'clock, why don't we talk first. Isn't Arini also still not siuman”

“Sorry, my wife is home alone, pity she waits. God willing another time we talk ya” Haris said

later then.

Disillusioned. Disillusioned. And disappointed, that was all Hanum could feel, whether Haris wanted to look at him a little. Realized its existence. Even Hana who is not loved is included in the list of people Haris prioritized. Hanum stared at Haris as he stared at his back until the shadow of the man disappeared behind the wall. He turned on his cigar again. Sucking relaxed until it reflects smoke. This area is actually prohibited from smoking. But he doesn't care about it. No one was there either.

A few minutes after Haris asked permission to leave, Lisa came with a basket of fresh fruits. He approached Hanum.

“Arini how? Already improved?”

“I'm still waiting for him. Arini was in an accident after seeing you right?” ask Hanum cynically

“Yes, but I also don't know why Arini crash”

“I'm not accusing you. However, do not let you touch Arini just a little. If you dare to touch just the tip of the nail, you will never forgive” Threatened Hanum.

“Haha, what are you saying. Come on's. Did you forget me and your best friend had the same mission and purpose?”

“Good then. You know where you are”

Lisa and Hanum seem to be still talking, but they are jolted when they see Haris coming and

back, back,

“I picked up my leftover stuff” Haris stared at Lisa. He thought for a moment. Isn't this girl

“What else is left behind mas?” Hanum got up from his seat.

“No. Just this little bag. I'm sorry” Haris said goodbye with eyes still staring at Lisa.

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Midnight. Haris arrived at the house with a quiet atmosphere. Looks like Hana's asleep. The room lights are off. Haris took his towel and cleaned it in the bathroom. After getting dressed he intended to go straight to sleep, an overwhelming sense of tiredness and drowsiness attacked him. However, when passing through Hana's room, he

to stop the intention to rest. He changed his mind and wanted to see his wife. Slowly he opened the door. Not locked. In the dim light of the lamp, Haris can see Hana already curled up behind the blanket.

The thick cloth closed his neck. Faintly Haris sees Hana sleeping not wearing a veil. He looked at the beauty of Hana. Although he could not see it clearly, but the dim light was enough to thrill his heart. He approached his wife, slowly being doused in the randomly unraveled hair that covered the girl's face. The fragrance of the unraveling hair gave off a refreshing smell. His face approached. Inhaling deeply the scent that came out from Hana's hair. Haris fixes a slightly messy blanket and comes out of the room after previously he kissed and stroked Hana's forehead slowly.2 times to kiss her. It was as if he still wanted to linger there. There was a feeling of guilt in his heart. There are many things in themselves that are also difficult to interpret.

Hana squirms in her sleep. He woke up in a third of the night. It was like having a beautiful dream. In a dream he feels like Haris is holding him tightly and whispering love sentences. Astarghfirullah's. Hana shakes. Maybe her husband did that. Ah, since she was approached by her husband yesterday, she often hallucinated. He also believes that he does not love Haris. The heart is not yet fully upon this marriage.

Hannah got up and took ablution. He prays tahajud 8 rakaat and closes it with a witir 3 rakaat. After that he wants to go back to lying down and reciting waiting for the shubuh adhan to arrive and then go out cooking to serve breakfast. But, did Haris go home already? Her thought. Hana did not lie down, she took a peek out of the living room to make sure the car driven by Haris was parked there. And sure enough, the car was already perched neatly in the carport yard. A feeling of relief filled the heart of this girl.

“Hana, what are you doing?” Haris who saw Hana wailing in the window greeted with astonishment.

“Ah, ti. I was making sure what dawn was before” Hana answered nervously.

“Really?” Haris walked over to Hana.

“Iya mas” Hana nodded.

“Why don't you see the clock? Isn't there you'll see more clearly what you mean?” Haris is getting closer to Hana. Hana was clumsy and nervous.

“I, the..”.

“That's what? Are you worried about me and think your husband hasn't returned from the hospital?” Haris asked the point as if he understood exactly what Hana was looking for.

“Huft, if you really want to stay overnight why go home?” Hana put her hands on her waist. Haris walked step by step getting closer to Hana.

“Ma.. mas,.” Hana walked backwards but realized that her body was very tight to the window.

“Mas, mas want to do what?” Hana's getting nervous. He felt his clothes and saw around if there was anything strange, such as caterpillars that perched on his body like that time.

“I want to hug you Hana” Haris spread her arms. Hana.

“Me.... me... luk?”

“Iya Hana, should the husband ask permission to hug his own wife?” Haris looked at Hana with a sad look.

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