Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 44: Meeting with Gibran

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A bright day, in a shopping center looks people passing by following their respective activities. Footsteps tread the dusty streets, whose stomps add to the crowd. The roar of the vehicle sound also does not lose add to the hustle and bustle of the atmosphere. Sounds very noisy. In the corner of the city looked Hana who had just finished with her groceries. Sitting under a shady tree in a garden, the garden near the sidewalk has many chairs for people who want to rest, just unwind or waiting for an invitation.

Similarly, Hana, he was waiting for the husband's invitation while enjoying King Mango Thai ice. Occasionally he sipped the drink with glowing eyes around, but the person who awaited has not

also present. Not forgetting to check his groceries. This time she really spent a lot of money on a dress she bought. He hopes his appearance tonight will not disappoint. He also checked his watch. Time has shown 9 o'clock over 45 minutes. He reached into the cellphone in his backpack, hoping for news from Haris.  Niente. There was no sign of anyone sending him messages.

Suddenly he recalls his chat chat chat with Arini last night. The woman asked her to meet, saying that there was something important to say to her. The curious Hana clearly agreed to their meeting even though she initially doubted how to ask permission to meet with Arini because the woman forbade her to tell Haris about their meeting later. Hana so thought hard how to apply for permission. Ah, why after marriage her move to get out of the house became so limited. Is this just his mind.

“Hana! Come!” A young man scolded him. That man is none other than Haris. Hana also swiftly took all her shopping without remaining.

“Why are you daydreaming?” Ask Haris.

“No why-why. I've been waiting for mas”

“Sorry, I was in line to fill the oil at the gas station. Are you waiting for me?” Haris felt guilty.

“No mas because I waited while enjoying drinks” Haris nodded.

“Have you notified Gibran that you will now meet?” Search Haris.

“After this, I will tell Gibran again that I am on the way there” Hana took his salary and sent a message to Gibran.

“Assalamu’alaikum mas, I'm again on the way to the destination” Hana.

Shortly a reply message entered his phone.

“I've been in place, Han” Gibran.

Hannah saw a brief reply from Gibran, somewhat embarrassed, for she promised, and she was too late. Gibran was always disciplined in time.

The car is in the parking lot. Hana's getting ready to come down. He checked the condition of his veil, afraid of any visible strands of hair.

“Already, no need to dress up! Just polishing her make-up!” Sewot.

“Astaghfirullah mas, I instead of dressing up, just checking maybe - maybe there is hair that looks” Deny Hana.

“Sini, let me check it out!” Haris touched Hana's shoulder to face her.

“Already, perfect. No aurat visible”

“Hmh, just a minute! Your veil is nicer like this” Haris changed a little makeup hood Hana. But the girl instead saw her makeup so a little strange.

“Mas, really like this so it looks better?” Hana looked at the reflection of her makeup in the mirror. It's a little strange, he thinks.

“Of course” Haris said with his sweetest smile. Do men really like this type of model. Think Hana.

“Already. Come on in there! maximum in 15 minutes I waited for you here!” Haris said firmly. After Hana came down, she smiled to herself, remembering the makeup of Hana's veil that she had changed.

“Mas, sorry! I was late” Hana looked hasty then sat in front of Gibran who had spent half of the drink he had ordered.

“It's okay, Hana! By the way, since when did you change your veil style?” Gibran frowned.

“Any yes mas?” Hana Sahut.

“Ha? Ah no, just looks different just”

Whatever your style and makeup, you still amaze Hana. The lyrics of Gibran's heart.

“You order what drink, want to eat?”

“No, I order mango juice only mas!” Gibran ordered a drink for Hana.

“Good. Because of the limited time we just discuss what we should discuss” Gibran said. Hana nodded in agreement, but these two people seemed confused where to start.

“Actually what happened when I was in Morocco, Hana?” Ask Gibran to the point opening their conversation.

“I was betrothed by Abah mas”

“Why did you receive it?” Gibran looked very disappointed.

“Because there's no reason for me to reject Abah”'s choice Hana closed her eyes

“I tried to contact mas, want to ask for clarity. But I did not get any news, after a long time it turns out I heard his mobile phone is missing. There is extinct my hope” explained Hana.

Gibran. This is the game of destiny. If the phone is not lost, if he knows it. He will fly to propose to Hana. Or if he knew it would be like this, for sure

before going to Morocco, he would propose to Hana first. Ah, if only. if he could only wish. Possibilities that would never have been possible.

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Haris is still in the parking lot, he plays his cell phone. But what he was looking for he could not find. He also did not seek anything. Sometimes he put his hands behind his nape, and then he checked his watch. Why so long has passed. He also switched positions. Ah, bored. He turned off the engine and opened the door and exited. He breathed deep air.

What's his wife doing with that man in there? Haris kept thinking about it. Similar questions popped up in her eyes. He had not even thought of the 3 choices of ultimatums from his mother Arini. ah, he felt

so many things he had to think about. Not to mention he had to prepare his short speech for the event later tonight. Everything was so rushed, but most importantly now, he had to go into the cafe to see his wife's situation. He really is not calm. The shadows of Hana and Gibran's togetherness continue to occupy his mind. Does he really have any feelings for his wife? It doesn't feel possible this fast.

Haris re-opened the car door, took his glasses and black hat. Then slowly he tried to enter the cafe building. He saw Gibran and Hana sitting face to face with each other chatting. No, with faces staring at each other exactly. Haris was very upset to see him. A second too long passed. Haris sits in the corner of the cafe. Pretend to read the newspaper while watching the movement of two lovebirds who are busy conversing. Huh. How upset he is! Really!!

“Hana, tell me that you are unhappy in your marriage!” Gibran was so frustrated to hear the story of the marriage of Hana and Haris.

“I'm happy, mas!” Hana's eyes are dewy. He closed his eyes trying to keep his tears from flowing.

“You are so bad at lying! I can read from the look in your eyes! I'm going to meet Haris and offer him a solution so he can let you go, Hana!” Gibran.

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