Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 40: Not a Romantic Novel

“Hana, when can we meet?”

Gibran sent a short message to Wattsapp Hana. He felt the need to straighten things out before leaving for Morocco for a long time. He does not want this problem to be increasingly protracted, if there is no chance for him to be lived and Hana's life, then he will gently retreat regularly.

Gibran also did not want to be a loser. Especially the loser of love. Later, what he had to say if he would meet His Lord when he slipped wanting to enter His heaven turned out to have to fall down just because of love problems. Na’udzubillah's. If there is no hope for him and Hana is united in love, Gibran hopes that in the next scenario there will be episodes about his love problems with halal lovers in happiness and peace. It wasn't being a second cast like this that looked so pitiful as a person who languished from heartbreak.

A few minutes passed, Hana did not reply either. What the girl was doing, was probably preparing food for lunch. Ah, how lucky is Haris who managed to prevent Hana. The secret of life is that no one knows it.

Gibran again looked at the incoming emails. Some emails from scholarship sponsors. Some of his African and Arab friends invited him to dinner. Ah, her friends are so generous, often

they invited me to dinner. Maybe for middle easterners, food is just a regular dish, but not for him. The dishes they serve are really luxurious, full of protein such as Beef, Sheep, and Chicken combined with basmati rice. Delicious all the way to the tubers. Masya Allah. Gibran to forget, he had to prepare some souvenirs typical of Indonesia for his brothers in the overseas there. Ah, how much he misses them.

Gibran's eyes also did not escape an email that again came from his Chinese friend. Who else if not Ni Rui.

Asssalamu’alaikum Gibran, you have not returned to Morocco? You're doing okay, right? I'm waiting for you here. You know? I bought a lot of books about Islam. Lately I have been urgently looking for a discussion friend especially about this religious issue. Ah, no one can explain as well as you. hurry back. I am really impatient in waiting. Your friend Ni Rui.

Gibran frowned perfectly. He was happy because Ni Rui was very interested in learning about Islam. On one hand, he was a little disturbed. Is not it not good men and women often meet together even though it is just a religious discussion. This young man thought later he would find a smart Muslim woman in Morocco to be his discussion partner Ni Rui in finding out what this girl wants to know about Islam.

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At the residence of Haris and Hana, these two lovebirds are still debating. Moreover, Haris was very unhappy about Gibran's treatment of Hana in front of him.

“Say that you are happy to meet him. You are happy to meet this man alone. Let's say!”

“Mas!”

“What?? You can't answer, can you? You are indeed happy and hope to return to the young man's embrace right!!?” Haris accuses Hana. Hana can't stand to hear Haris's accusation,

Without a stale Haris was forced to stick his lips on Hana's lips. The girl gasped. He was unprepared for the surprise attack from Haris. He widened his eyes filled with not blinking an inch. Haris locked it for a while. Really, this was her first kiss. Honestly, he himself did not know how to kiss. However, somehow he felt very reluctant to let go. He grabs Hana's nape to deepen their kiss. While Hana, he just kept quiet did not return the kiss. More precisely he felt shock at Haris' treatment of him.

Cring.. cring…

They realized when the ringing of Hana's mobile phone rang,

Haris released the link on his wife's pink lips. Hana randomized the contents of her bag to pick up the phone while seeing who called. Gibran. The name of the man they were talking about was on the screen. Hana tries to ignore the call so that her debate with Haris does not get longer.

“Who? Why don't you lift?”

“This, phone from Gibran” mas replied Hana in a soft voice. Haris clucked in annoyance.

“Awhile, I lifted up the first” Hana passed into her room. Haris clenched his hands tightly. Hana had not yet picked up her phone, the call was turned off. Hana looked back at the glass screen, it turned out that there was a message conveyed by Gibran. He also read it. Inwardly, Hana agreed to this meeting. He knew Gibran had to go back to Morocco and he should have explained clearly what had happened to him so far. However, would Haris allow him to meet Gibran? hmh, maybe if he brought Yura, the story would be different. Hopefully Haris will really allow him to solve their problems.

Hana felt a little part of her lips. He realized that he had just made his first kiss. Huft, the atmosphere is really not as good as expected. Unlike what happens in the hundreds of romantic novels he has read. Whatever it was, this was the first kiss taken by her husband. Actually he felt angry more precisely feeling ashamed of the sudden attack. All tastes are mixed into one, but what right does she have to be angry at her own husband?  O Rabb, give blessings in it. At least this is what he expected. Given this, it felt like he did not want to see Haris anymore. He declined. He feels very embarrassed. He also slid his body on the mattress while submerging his face on the surface of the pillow.

Haris was already in her room. He walked back and forth regularly and took the time to ruffle his hair with origin. Then exhaled his breath violently into the air. He slightly regretted his sudden action in kissing Hana. He seems blind to circumstances. Actually he is not that rude man, he sure has made Hana uncomfortable. The emotions that we have defeat all. He's release. He could not bear to see the pink lips with defiant words coming out of his wife's lips. It was disturbing his male soul who was very unhappy to be challenged when his emotions were soaring high. However, in her little heart, Haris really enjoyed the incident. He wanted to repeat it, he was still curious. Ah, if the voice of the phone was not ringing. Huft, wake up Haris! there are more important things for you to think about. Gibran already blatantly wants to take Hana out of your hands. Can you just keep nailing on the spot? Aaaargh thought this was just Haris' head about to explode.

Ddddrrrrrt drrrttt

1 Wattsapp incoming message, Haris reached into his pants pocket, and,

“Mas, so to the hospital right? I await your presence. It feels impatient :) ” Arini.

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