Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)

Chapter 52: The Tears that Fall

Haris and Ridwan drove along splitting the pitch of the night. Silence accompanies them, only neatly lined street lights still faithfully accompany also one or two vehicles that are still visible across the road

raya, Haris drives his car to the hospital where Hana is being treated, Ridwan still continues to follow him from behind.

The two young men drove their private vehicles at full speed and hearts were overwhelmed with anxiety. Harris especially. If that mark was allowed then it would feel like he had wings, and if it happened, it was certain that he would fly at the speedometer speed of his car and get in front of Hana now.

Haris beristighfar, it is time he increased the reading of prayer rather than complaining, complaining will only worsen his mood. For when a Muslim prays to Allah, only Allah is All-Able to benefit and benefit him, and Allah is All-Powerful in preventing and eliminating any evil from him, such as sadness, anxiety, difficulty, disaster and calamity.

It is as in the word of Allah Subhana wa Ta’ala,

                                                                       أَمَّ يُجِيبُ الْمُضْطَرَّ إِذَا دَعَاهُ وَيَكْشِفُ السُّوءَ وَيَجْعَلُكُمْ خُلَفَاءَ الْأَرْضِ أَإِلَهٌ مَعَ اللَّهِ قَلِيلًا مَا تَذَكَّرُونَ

What it means:“or who allows (pray) the person who is in trouble when he prays to Him, and who removes distress and who makes you (human) caliph on earth? Is there a God (other)? Very little do you remember (His).” (QS. an-Naml, verse 62).

Along the rest of the journey Haris also did not forget to multiply dhikr to further calm his mind and heart fatigue, he said,

Subhanallah

Walhamdulillah

Laa ilaa ha illallah

Allahu Akbar

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The Hospital

In Melati's Room, it appeared Hana was lying weakly. He was not yet awake, the doctor said that his physical and psychic slightly shaken due to the influence of foreign substances that enter the body, namely alcohol and especially drugs that have exceeded the dose.

At the hospital, Hana is accompanied by Ridwan and Yura, her best friend immediately follows her to the hospital once her sister informs her how Hana is. Arriving in the room where Hana was treated, Yura could not help but tear, sobbing her sedan crying along Hana examined by the doctor. Her beautiful eyes turned puffy and swollen.

When going to take Hana to the hospital, Gibran immediately contacted Yura so that someone accompanied and replaced Hana's clothes, it was not ethical also he who was not a muhrim accompanied Hana alone. If to contact her husband, Hmh... Gibran felt very reluctant, how not?

It could be a man who incidentally as a husband can not take care of his wife well. Could Haris have let Hana be kidnapped in such a way, where was the young man's sense of responsibility? Whether this was an accident beyond his control or purely because of his negligence, Gibran still felt like something could not be traced.

“Hana, why can it be like this?” Yura asked with a raucous mane and looked lovingly, she clasped Hana's hand.

“Hana, wakeup. You must be strong” Tears are back dripping on her cheeks.

Gibran was standing in the corner of the room, he was laying his hands on his waist. From earlier his eyes also did not pay attention to Hana, he hoped that the girl would soon awaken.

“Mas, go home, let me take care of Hana here. I'll be the one to tell Haris!” Yura's advice to her brother who stands.

“What?? Told Haris?? No need! Let her Husband find out for himself where and how his wife is!!” Gibran's word is furious.

Yura was aghast at her brother's unfriendly facial expression and tone of speech. Gibran the elder brother was not a rude person, he was so soft-tempered and affectionate, He would not be like this if his soul was not shaken. It seems that what happened to Hana really took her hit.

“Ma, sorry. I didn't mean to yank at you” Gibran approached Yura and pecked at her head. Gibran regretted making a blaring sound. Yura nodded in admiration.

“Then go home, tomorrow mas already have to go back to Morocco, it's already midnight. Let me take care of Han” Yura to repeat her words.

Gibran shook his head.

“I will continue here at least until Hana siuman”

“Hhhhh, I will think later”

Yura was silent, she felt anxious about the condition of her brother but she was reluctant to argue for longer. Her energy seemed to have drained to cry over Hana.

“Alright, I want to go to the toilet for a while, my stomach hurts, I wait for Hana for a while ya”

Gibran nodded in agreement. Yura went to the toilet, Hana stayed with Gibran in the silence of the hospital room which was all white, Hana's face was very pale but did not reduce the aura of her beauty in the slightest.

Immediately Gibran averted his eyes, he did not want to linger too long looking at the wife of people, but his morbid instincts said otherwise, it was very difficult to turn his face even if just staring in the opposite direction, how much Shaithan so toyed with his faith, with a huff he stood away from Hana. However, just a few steps, Hana's voice landed in her ear, sounding small, shahdu and raucous, Hana's voice,

“Aa.ir”

“Aaa..ir” Hana like delirious asking for water. Gibran who heard no hesitation returned to Hana and took the available mineral water on the table.

“Aaa..ir, aair” back Hana mutters. His body squirmed a little, but his movements were very slow. Gibran was confused about how to give the mineral water that was in his hand to Hana. Hands are directed back and forth. Yura was in the toilet again, how is this? Should he call a nurse?

“Aa... ir” This time Hana's voice weakened. Not much time, Gibran also immediately took the initiative to sit near the girl and then raised her head a little, the head was supported perfectly on Gibran's hands. Bismillah. Slowly the glass of mineral water landed on Hana's pale lips. It seemed that the girl took a sip even though it was not much, just a few drops. Gibran's heart was relieved. He smiled haru. He continued to pour the water back into Hana's lips.

Gibran was unaware of the sound of footsteps moving closer to the hospital room where he and Hana were. Slowly the door opened, it turned out Haris and Ridwan were already standing in the doorway, Haris eyes perfectly patterned seeing the closeness of Hana and Gibran. Her eyes are shiny with dilated pupils.

Haris moves towards Gibran, Hana's husband unreservedly grabs the shoulder of the young man near Hana and pulls him to stand away from his wife. If people look back and do not know how the chronology of the story of giving a drink by Gibran to Hana, then their togetherness and closeness look very intimate. An unfavorable position indeed. Gibran was aghast and surprised at Haris' sudden existence. He also glanced at his friend Ridwan. Yep. Gibran knew Ridwan.

Haris did not hesitate to punch Gibran's face right on the lip area, the corner of the young man's lips broke and bleed. Simultaneously, unknowingly the glass in Gibran's hand also fell down, its shards falling into pieces scattering on the cold floor, as cold as the room temperature and his mood.

Gibran's fingers touched the lips that had shed blood, he lapped them spontaneously. Furious at the treatment of Haris bars but still detained. Haris's own jaw had hardened, he was biting his teeth. Jealous, feeling defeated and vulnerable to Hana's condition. Only that word now filled the space of his heart that was filled with immortality. For the moment he really cannot be at peace and think clearly. Ridwan also swiftly approached Haris to end his emotions.

Yura slowly walked into the inpatient room after finishing her degree in the toilet. He looked surprised by the chaos that occurred, especially when he saw fresh blood pouring out at the corner of his brother's lips.

“What is this?” Ask Yura. He stared at the people in the room full of question marks.

“Mas, why?” Yura asked Gibran. Her brother was silent.

Seeing the tension and awkwardness that occurred, Ridwan took the initiative to invite Gibran and Yura to get out of the room, he did not see at all the dim emotions Haris bursting and still overflowing it.

Haris's eyes look like the eyes of a blushing eagle ready to pounce on Gibran right then and there. Ridwan was not sure Gibran would survive Haris' treatment, so before the real fight actually happened, he immediately took a look at Gibran's arm to herd him out, his eyes on Yura hinted for the girl to follow him as well.

Moreover, Hana was still lying weak, very unethical if a commotion occurred. Actually, Ridwan who can still think sane and clear regret the attitude of Haris who is very brutal, but at least he still understood how Haris felt seeing his wife in a state like “ in the hug” by others in front of his own eyes.

Ah, but he knew who Gibran was, there must be a special reason why it could happen, there's no way Gibran would take a chance in this kind of narrowness, let alone Gibran being famous for the*-benevolence-*his and he is a man with a good character, then Ridwan does not want su’zan on Gibran.

After everyone had already exited the room, Haris walked up to the paled Hana. Seeing the condition of his wife, the emotions that had been changed instantly, disappeared and melted with the affection that had enveloped the heart.

Can't stand it, his eyes are glazed. He kissed the girl who had been his wife for months. He kissed both eyes, turned to both cheeks, continued to the nose, ending in pink lips whose color had become more fading. He brought his lips closer to Hana's ear and whispered,

“Sorry..”

“Maaf”

“Maaf”

Her tears melted unstoppably, the water dripping down creaked over Hana's cheeks, as if these tears were overflowing along with all the sense that was squeezing her soul.

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