Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 42: 15 Minutes Only. No More!

Arini was enjoying the fruits brought by Haris when her mother stepped into the room

his place in hospitalization.

“Where is Haris, Mi?” Arini stared at the door hoping Haris would also come in along with her mother's footsteps. But what was waiting for did not show up.

“It looks like Haris is home, Nak?” Reply ma'am Beautiful relax.

“Ha? Why are you home, mi? Arini did not even have time to talk about anything at Haris” Arini back

grieve. It was futile for her to dress up if Haris chose to leave so quickly.

“Already son, we have to sacrifice a little for a big purpose dear!” lovely Bu rubbed

arini's head was full of affection.

“How do Ummi mean?”

“Ummi provides three options that Haris must select”

Bu Indah also without hesitation told what he and Haris had talked seriously after

make sure the door is closed properly. If-if only Haris came back even though it was unlikely that the young man would come back. Bu Indah had predicted all this well. Arini listened carefully to her mother's story.

“Mi, what if Mas Haris turns out to choose the third option?” Unknowingly Arini biting

her nails. He was very afraid that the small sacrifice his mother said for something big would even be his own boomerang for him.

“You are calm first dong dear, why the child Ummi so panic like this. Ummi has given the best bait, though,

now it is only you who move to complete the settlement that you can. As an intellectual, you should know what you should do, son!” Ummi looked at Arini with a reassuring smile.

Arini thought hard, he thought about what effort he had to do in this week in order to dream

having Haris materialize. He also remembered Hanum and Lisa. Yes, he had to contact the two of them to ask for a solution.

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Haris came home with his sluggish face. Plans to do delayed work are off. He saw that Hana was enjoying her lunch with a hearty disregard for her presence. Huft, what time is this why it is late for his wife to eat, while the clock now shows a time approaching ‘ashr.

“Eheeem” Haris deliberately cleared his throat to resuscitate Hana for her existence. He just realized that he himself had not eaten anything at all. Her stomach worms seemed to be neglected her right to also enjoy lunch.

“Eh Mas, Mas already home? Come here follow me to eat” Hana try as friendly as possible to Haris. The man approached Hana.

“Why are you eating at this time?”

“Iya, forgetfulness mas, I just got good-kan. Have you eaten?”

Harris was confused as to what to answer. If he says he's eating, it means he's lying, but if he is

saying he has not eaten, it means he exemplifies things that are not good for Hana.

“Mas, why dumb. Come eat. I ordered a lot!” Hana said later.

“You just eat. Eat a lot. I want to shower first, it's almost ‘Ashr”

Haris went into his room. In the room he opened the drawers available there. Hope there is still

leftover snack or bread that can still be eaten. Alhamdulillah. The torn bread that he ate last night is still partially left. He also checked the expiration date. Hmh, it's still safe to eat. Without hesitation, he immediately enjoyed his bread to eliminate as much hunger as felt.

Hana had just finished her bath and was still wearing her towel clothes. He refused to open the closet to get clothes. He walked alone in his room. He was thinking of a way to meet Gibran. He must get permission from his husband. But how, should he tell Haris his past story? Will Haris listen to him? Huft is too long and very time consuming. Come on Hana, think of a more effective way. Maximum tomorrow you have to meet Gibran because the day after tomorrow the man has to go to Morocco.

Dizziness. Hana has not found a brilliant idea, while the voice of adzan ‘ashr has called from the direction of the nearest mosque.

Haris must have gone to the mosque. Hana also opened her closet to take a change of clothes and prepare for prayer, but an object made her fixate for a while. Looks like he's already found an idea that could lead him to meet Gibran. Hana smiling. Hope Haris allows it.

***

Finish praying ‘Ashr Hana meet Haris who is enjoying his coffee on the back porch of the house. I don't know what

“Hana!” haris called him. Hana had to turn around.

“Why see me you're turning around?” Haris asked without seeing Hana.

“Hmh, I I want to go to the restroom first, mas!”

“Sit here!” Haris patted the empty seat next to him. Hannah would not follow Haris' instructions.

“Mas, if you really want to drink coffee, why not tell me to make it?” Ask Hana. He feels bad because Haris serves himself which should have been his duty.

“It's okay, if it's just coffee you don't have to bother making it”

“But I feel bad mas, it should be my duty as a wife to make coffee machine”

Hana Struggles.

“Why is coffee all you think of as part of a wife's duty. It's your general and basic duties

just don't you think and do!” Sarkas Haris with a look at Hana. Hana fails to digest the intentions of her husband.

“Media means how?”

“Already, forget it” said Haris. Hana agreed. She did not want to end up in a storm because of trivial problems, because she noticed the end-akhr of this her husband was in a bad mood.

“Mas..”.

“Hmh..”

“Mas, I ask permission to meet Gibran mas yes. Pleases. Just a moment!” Hana again asks permission from Haris though

the hope of being allowed is very slim.

Haris was surprised by Hana's request. This girl is still stubborn.

“Why do you really want to meet that man. You already have a husband, Hana!”

“Mas, please. mas Gibran is back in Morocco. This might be the last chance to meet him. I only saw him for a moment. Insha Allah will not violate syari’ah”

“Hah, “beliau”??? You have so much respect for that man Hana!!” Haris is not out of thought how the mindset

this head wife. Hana was silent.

“Alright, tell me what do you need to meet him?” Haris wants to soften up a little.

“I want to return the gift that the other day Gibran gave, mas” Haris frowned. Perhaps the gift Hana meant was the one she had seen some time ago. Haris thought for a moment.

“Just a minute, mas pleaseeee!” Hana begged again.

“In addition, what other important things?” Haris is still interrogating Hana. Asked questions like this, obviously

Hannah was confused as to what to answer.

“Good. I let you see the man, but remember! Just 15 minutes. No more than that. I am the

take you and I'll wait for you. You are in my”

Huft. Hana had to breathe again. Alright. The important thing is to get permission. From her husband changed

the mind.

Rabb, where is the justice? Hannah wondered in her heart. Again he had to give up.

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