Married for Marriage (Haris And Hana)
Chapter 7: Legitimate
It was a cold night. After completing the prayer service maghrib and muraaja’an al Qur’an for a while, Hana returned to the window of her room. He stood on one side with his hands up.
Hana's eyes shot towards the sky unblinkingly. A gust of wind slipped in through the window of his room. There is no moonlight tonight. The universe feels quiet and lonely. There are only stars whose light shimmered as expected.
Occasionally it seems that yellowish twinkles come from fireflies scattered under the application. Usually Hana is always amazed by the celestial objects she looks at. As if never satisfied, he will linger staring there, glistening and gratefully giving thanks for the gift of vision that God gave. This time there was no gratitude but his heart was still overwhelmed with anxiety.
His eyes were empty. Tomorrow is the most historic day for him. The day that she will become a wife, the day that she will no longer be the responsibility of her brother.
He has tried to be sincere and accept his destiny. But it still feels very difficult to control the tightness that still sneaks in the chest. Now the gaze of her eyes turned towards the beautifully decorated red henna on her fingers and hands.
Hana stared wistfully. 3 nights already he carried out a series of henna night processions and many other customs. That means tomorrow is the wedding day. Time passes very quickly without knowing the word wait. It was like a dream for him. But not as expected dream.
Tok tok. Slowly Ummi opened the door to Hana's room.
“How are you feeling now, Son?” Ummi asked softly as he sat down
on the left side of Hana.
“It's been much better Ummi”
“Alhamdulillah, Ummi happy to hear it, Ummi touched son, Ummi testified that you are a filial child and have good character and ethics. God willing your husband will be very grateful to have a wife like you” Ummi started crying. How tomorrow he must release his only daughter into his hands
the right person (God willing).
Hana was sad and touched to hear the sincere words of Umminya.
“Hana has not been dutiful Mi, there are still many mistakes and mistakes that Hana did, not perfect service Hana as anak” Hana said softly but full of emphasis.
“Seeing you are married Abah and Ummi is very happy son, it feels like there is nothing more you and ummi expect”
Hana hugged her umminya tightly. Ummi's words were like a spirit of encouragement to him.
Allahumma Shalli ‘alaa Muhammad
Allahumma Shalli ‘alaa Muhammad
Ummi rubbed Hana's head full of love.
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Grand Mosque of Syuhada looks crowded, today at exactly 09.00 am will be held procession of marriage certificate. The marriage of two people from a distinguished family, namely between the Zakaria hajj and the Amir hajj, will be carried out soon.
Both of these extended families chose the Great Mosque of Shuhada for this sacred event. The strapping body of Haris with a robe suit along with a white turban further adds to his good looks. The robe which is a gift given to ustaz Yahya is very fitting to wear.
While in the corner of the back of the mosque close to the white wall also appears a very graceful woman sitting in a flank by Ummi and her aunt, who is also a very graceful woman, it is Hana Fathimah Ameer which with a white robe wrapped complete with a veil adds aura
the beauty she has.
“I received the marriage and marriage of Hana Fathimah Ameer bint Amir Uthman with the dowry, kas” Sentence Ijab Kabul uttered by Haris in a loud voice.
“How are the witnesses? Legitimate? Legitimate? Valid?”
“Alhamdulillah..” Relatives and relatives who witnessed this procession also feel happy.
Do’a marriage was chanted with wisdom. The people present listened solemnly’ while assuring. The marriage contract has been said, now Haris and Hana have legally become husband and wife.
The bride came to the bridegroom. Ummi told Hana to make a salute to her husband. Hana did so with shame and a trembling hand.
This is his first touch with a non-Mahram. First touch with the opposite sex. Same with Haris. This is the first thing for both of them. No tears melted from the edge of the eye hana. Her status is now legal to be a wife. Ummi, Hana has become a wife. That is how his heart.
The marriage procession is running smoothly and syahdu. Finished kad kinsmen, relatives and friends took turns greeting the bride and groom one by one.
“Hana, congratulations ya” Yura hugged her best friend tightly. His eyes are swollen. He looked like a man who had been crying for a long time. It seems Yura is the only guest who feels sad about Haris and Hana's wedding.
Haris glanced to the right and to the left looking for Arini's whereabouts, perhaps perhaps perhaps the woman was present. But it seems that Arini is not able to see the stifling sight of the chest.
“Thank you yes, you are the brother who understands me the most. Please pray for me to be strong through all this” Hana said in half a whisper. In his heart he also hopes that if Gibran finds out about this marriage, he will not be disappointed.
After congratulating the bride and groom, Yura prepared to return home. He stepped out of the door of the mosque in a slight hurry. But how surprised he was when he saw someone he knew standing not far from him.
People who some time ago just send a stale greeting to him through Hana. People he doesn't know anymore how he's doing after school. Yep. He was Ridwan, someone who had stopped in his heart but also someone who he had long removed from his soul.
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After the wedding, the Haris family group headed to Hana's house to eat the lunch that had been provided. The sun feels scorching, but does not dampen the happiness felt. Haris and Hana sat side by side eating their food.
They're so stiff and awkward. This is their second meeting, first in the application event and second in the marriage contract event this morning. No no, precisely this is their third meeting, almost missed, they had met at a field restaurant with Ridwan and Lisa.
Well, when the application event, Haris was a little surprised that the prospective wife of choice abah Zakaria was the green hooded girl he met at that time. Different from Hana who felt like she had met but somehow. Hana wants to take the tempura shrimp in front of her, it turns out Haris also did the same movement, again their hands touch.
“Maaf” says Haris spontaneously.
Hana glanced at Haris face at a glance and then she nodded.
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