Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 35: One-third of a Night

In the third night, Gibran said to Allah SWT, God cried all ‘alam. He hoped that God would remove the shadow of Hana who was dancing in his eyes. He kept remembering the girl. Especially since meeting Lisa in the library, Lisa said that Hana's marriage was not happy. Haris hasn't even touched the girl yet. Hana's husband also often acts foster and even physically violence to her.

Gibran still does not know the truth of this news, he does not want to be rash. He must investigate the news further, but if everything Lisa says is true, then in his heart he promises to be ready to take Hana from Haris' hands and marry her. Why would the man marry Hana if he did not love her and treated her badly. Gibran reflexively clenched his hand.

It was He who was many, many, and asked that God always protect Hannah. Gibran then lay down, he turned the murattal belonging to a young priest graduated from the Bandung Institute of Technology who sounded very melodious. Murattal belongs to Muzammil Hasballah with the rhythm of Nahawan also accompanied the end of his sad night.

Tok tok…

“Mas, mas Gibran” Sounded Yura calling quietly from behind the door.

“What's Yur?”

“Can I come in? I know I'm not sleeping!” Yura. Gibran got up from his bed, turned the key and

open door.

“Come in and sit down” Gibran invites Yura in.

“Thank you, mas!”

“You have done tahajud prayer?” Ask Gibran later. Yura just nodded.

“I miss mas” Yura lowered her head while saying softly.

Gibran flinched, not expecting his beloved brother in the room in the third night to express a longing for his brother. During his return to Indonesia, Gibran hardly ever noticed his little brother. He was immersed in his own world. Devour all his mind to think of a heartbreak that feels very torturous. It was sad to see Yura's face. Soon he too

flying back to college in Morocco. Considering this, his sadness increased.

Gibran got up from his seat. He hugged Yura with a fused heart. Really, he loved his sister. They grew up together as small. But the situation now makes him have to isolate himself. Ah, it would be unfair if he was selfish and only thought of himself.

“Sorry, if during the return of the mas to Indonesia mas pay less attention to you” Gibran rubbed the head of Yura wrapped in an instant hood colored cream.

“I understand how I feel. I understand mas. Sorry, I can't help anything, I feel sad because of it” Yura said sadly. The originally glazed eyes managed to land the water circles perfectly on his pure white cheeks. Gibran stretched out their arms he looked at Yura and rubbed the flowing tears slowly.

“Don't cry, brother. It's okay. During this time it only takes a little time to heal the wounds in the heart mas. The rest mas alright” Gibran smiled. He did not want to prolong his brother's grief because of the problems he was facing.

“Mas, what can Yura do to lighten the load on the heart mas. Say mas!” Yura was still unsure of the smile that Gibran was putting on. As a student psychologist, she understood the kind of smile that her sister gave her.

“Well if that's what you want, please pray that you can pass every test that God gives firmly, steadfastly and always surrender to Him”

“If the subject of prayer, without mas pinta I always pin the name of mas in my prayers as well as always mas do”

“You are indeed the best sister God has given you. Mas relieved to hear it” Gibran ruffled Yura's head.

“Oh yes, there is something I want to ask you, dik” Gibran seems to think.

“What do you want to ask?”

“Means mas?”

“I mean mas.. Hmh, no, forget” Gibran showed a face filled with doubt.

“Let's Just say it, please don't hesitate” Yura reassured Gibran.

“Hmh, Is Hana happy with her marriage?”

“To my knowledge Hana is doing fine undergoing her marriage mas”

“Alhamdulillah then” Gibran fell silent and seemed to think.

“What's up? What do you think?”

“Did Hana ever complain about something?” Gibran wanted to investigate further about Hana.

“Hana the type of person who is rigid mas, He does not say anything even in difficult circumstances, except it is in a very urgent situation”

Gibran. He thought that Hana could not tell the problems she faced to Yura. Then, from where Lisa found out that Hana was again in a state of not okay.

“So what does her husband treat her well? Does he love Hannah wholeheartedly? Are they really happy?” Yura asked many questions that came out of Gibran's mouth. He wondered why Gibran was suddenly like this. Unlike her usual older brother who was indifferent and indifferent to the affairs of others. But perhaps in this case it is different, how much love has an influence on a person.

“Maybe her husband Hana has not loved her mas, but to my knowledge, Hana is treated well by her husband.” This was all Yura could say, because the rest of her life she really did not know what had happened to Hana's household. At least tonight Gibran learned one fact that came from the mouth of Yura, the same clue that Lisa threw. Hana's husband doesn't love her.

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Still at Haris and Hana's residence.

“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.

Hana just stared without answering anything. Haris who saw Hana just stood motionless from her place immediately came forward and hugged Hana. Getting such a sudden hold, he was very surprised. The girl did not return her husband's embrace. He just froze, but the rhythm of the heartbeat that raced faster than usual could not lie, Haris could feel the beat because of their very close distance. Hana wanted to take off the hug from her husband, she was so embarrassed.

“Stay like this for a while, Han” Again Haris throws this sentence without even stretching the hug.

“I need you. Please don't take a hug from me. Meanwhile, this is all I asked of you” Haris further tightened his embrace. Hana's height, which is lower than her husband's head, causes Haris to be able to kiss Hana's head. The man kissed and hugged for a long time, as if spilling all the distress that had been approaching him.

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