Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
Chapter 49: Inside Jimny's Car
The moon is getting up, it means the night is getting late, the cold wind seems to penetrate the skin. Haris' appearance was disheveled not as climatic when attending the event earlier. He had stretched out the tie he was wearing, his long shirt had been lifted half an arm. Jasn is now in his car seat. Many times he ruffled the hair that had been smeared with oil.
He just finished his isya’ prayer. This time he did not join the congregation’ah because looking for where the whereabouts of his wife. However, Buntu. Throughout the search will be Hana's disappearance,
he has not found any sign of where his wife is.
Haris had contacted some close friends of Hana, had gone home, even monitored her home-in-law, perhaps his wife was there. He has to do what now. Is Hana not kidnapped? O Lord, how unfortunate he is because he cannot protect a wife who should be his responsibility.
Ridwan the friend also repeatedly contacted Haris, the young man was also worried about the disappearance of Haris' wife. Ridwan again took his salary for the umpteenth time, he called back
Harris,
“Where's bro? Any word from Hana?”
“But” Haris replied limp. He paused for a few moments, took a breath and then continued saying,
“It looks like if in half an hour I don't know where Hana is, I'll call the police!” Haris.
“Iya, right. It seems like the right choice for now. You are strong and steadfast. Here I have investigated how the chronology of Hana is lost. With a heavy heart I must say Hana is drunk. Looks like he was framed!” Ridwan.
“Mabuk??? Trapped???”
“This is new possibilities. I said this after seeing how the situation of the CTF, anyways Hana your innocent wife is not likely to drink alcohol right? But this is not the right time for us to discuss the problem, you find out first where Hana is, then we will find out what really happened. We really have to solve this problem!” Said Ridwan steady.
“Thank bro, you're always there when I need” said Haris sincerely. How lucky he was to have a good friend like Ridwan.
“Laa syukra ‘alaa waajib”
***
Hana is in a jimny car owned by Hanum's men. Inside there are 3 men who wear black, brown leather jackets and the other only wears plain black shirts. Their stature is a little scary, one has a thin body posture squeaky high with long curls called cungkring, which one has, this young man was the assistant of the boss who had a large tall posture with a face full of stone pimples. His boss was named Boris while the other one was slightly shorter in stature
others, black and dreadlocked, she is commonly called bald despite having thick hair. All of them had an unsightly aura.
“Bos, beautiful nih chick!” Exclamation from earlier noticed Hana on the sidelines of silence and dim lights from the streets, from earlier they did not have much conversation, he said, only cigarette smoke stifles the thick billowing chest in the car, fortunately one of the car windows is open.
“Iya boss, good stuff ni!” Connect the bald one by lifting some of his lips. Smirks.
“Dong sure. Where it might be wasted. Just wait until the hotel. Hahaha” Boris the leader of the group laughed out loud.
“So can't wait until this hotel!, Kring, hurry up!!” Bald orders on the cungkring that drives.
“Nak!!! So I'm here, if I'm satisfied it's your turn!! Hahahhaa” Boris snapped at his men while laughing loosely.
Drrrrt drrrrttt
“Haaaalo bu Hanuam” Boris picked up a phone call from Hanum by answering casually.
“Where are you guys?”
“Still on the way, about 15 minutes to arrive at hotel” replied Boris.
“How long was it??” Hanum glanced at his watch.
“This cungkring had stopped at SPBU to urinate. Regular pee, pee! Hahaha” Boris laughed again. I don't know what he was laughing at.
“Alright. make sure everything is safe!!” Say Hanum again
“Quiet mom boss, as long as the transfer is smooth, everything must be going well, don't you think? Hahaha”
“Teeeenang bu bos, easy it! Haaha! After going to the hotel, what should we do? Can I have a chickpea, hahahaa!?”
“Teraju! What matters is that you increase the dose of the anesthetic. Tomorrow you return him to his house, put him on the porch in a fainting state. Understood!” Hanum's orders were half whispered.
“Siap bu bos”
Tiiiiiiiittt
“Hahahaha, good good, we can prey on having fun tonight! Permission already we pouchin”
“Mantaf-mantaaappp, Hahhaahaa haahahaha” All the car occupants laughed out loud except Hana.
Hana herself was unconscious, had been given drugs by Boris before being carried into the car to facilitate them in action, because Hana's behavior was very troublesome, he did not stop talking
brawling and badly about to jump into the pool. Hana mentioned Gibran, Ummi
also his brother, occasionally he slipped the name Haris who is considered not to love him and has had a lover. Hana slashed nonstop while laughing. How alcohol had completely obliterated his consciousness.
This is also a hot topic for office residents. Especially with the sudden disappearance of Hana and Haris. The rumors are spreading and cannot be contained. Honestly, during the event, Ridwan felt overwhelmed by the various questions that came, because he suddenly climbed to the podium for the handover and gave a speech as appropriate as he could when replacing Haris. Ah, fortunately Ridwan includes
to the list of people invited in the invitation of the office event, otherwise, Haris' own situation would be very chaotic.
***
The Hana Residence.
“Well, why is Ummi not feeling good? Feeling anxious so” Ask Uminya Hana to Abah. Ummi and Abah were sitting on the porch of their house staring at the beautiful moon night, but very different
with the mood of Ummi. His heart was filled with anxiety for whatever reason.
“Ighfar, Mi. The feeling of common misgivings comes from syaithan” Advice Abah while sipping coffee available at the table.
“Iya bah, but Ummi thinks of Hana”
“Think how, Mi?” Abah moved his head looking towards Ummi.
“Ga tau bah, Heart Ummi keeps thinking Hana, what Ummi phone only?”
“If calling makes Ummi calm, call. Abah also wants to know how Hanail” said Abah sage.
Ummi started making phone calls, but the number he was calling could not be reached, Ummi tried again and again. Stay the same, no answer.
“How's mi?’’ Ask Abah again.
Ummi.
“What should Ummi call Haris ya bah?”
“Don't mi, it's night. Let them rest. Tomorrow we call again, if necessary tomorrow we visit them”
“Good, Ummi want to pray sunnah first, want to pray for the Health and safety of Hana and Haris, our daughter-in-law bah”
Abah nodded.
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