I Turned Him in a Third Night

Prologues

Love's. One word a million stories, can not be defined with words but the impact is very strong felt. Love's. Full of mystery and riddles. To whom will this heart be anchored and to whom will this love grow? When everyone is lulled by the beauty of love at first sight or love that comes suddenly. In contrast to Zihan, a woman who is able to survive with one-sided love that makes her have to swallow the bitterness of an unrequited taste.

Yes, his love is anchored to the figure of Gibran, his best friend who he has known since he was in junior high school. Love monkey? Most people probably know him by that name. But in fact not, for Zihan love is not just a taste stored in the chest. But a taste that just comes with a strange vibration that cannot be described with words. Friends become love? Could it be a reality that he could not deny the truth. His heart is so strong on one name that has reigned and long-lasting beautiful dwelling in the chest cavity.

Until one day Windi, his mother took Zihan to a place that made him feel strange, strange, and confused. Because for what the mother took him to a boutique that sells a lot of wedding kebaya clothes?

"Let's go in and even bengong here," he said as he pulled Zihan's arm to enter the boutique. "Why are you here, Bun?" asked Zihan curious at once confused.

"You are sitting here, Mommy wants to meet the same one who has a boutique first" he said. Zihan immediately sat on one of the long sofas that were already provided at the boutique.

"This is still her beautiful child, well" said someone who came along with the mother. Zihan only smiled faintly hearing the praise that sounded extremely exaggerated in his ears.

"Which candidate is alone?" the question that makes Zihan sculpt does not understand the intent of someone who is next to his mother.

'Candidate?' his mind wondered in a daze.

"Still on the road maybe soon nyampe," replied Windi who made Zihan cengo instantly.

"Well!" the stricken was half screaming. "It's a custom, Han," to his mother.

"You try there, "" said Windi thrust a bone-white kebaya at his daughter. "No," refused Zihan.

'What the heck suddenly jumped into the boutique continue to try kebaya, what kind of game Mother is planning,' he thought he had wandered everywhere.

"Try first, Han if it's too big or small, 'it can be repaired again, '" urged someone who Zihan believed to be the owner of the boutique.

Zihan pulled her arm away from the boutique owner. "Mother anything all of a sudden ngajak Zihan here keep telling try kebaya brides all. Halu's mother? That Zihan doesn't have a partner, "he said.

"If Mommy wants to see Zihan get married. Yes later Zihan will also marry but not now also, Bun. The candidate also has no where to marry," continued Zihan nagging indistinctly.

Zihan seemed to have run out of words after knowing that he would marry someone he never knew existed. How could both of his parents accept a proposal from a man without his knowledge? Then what about the love that he has been quieting all this time?

There is only one name that Zihan has always echoed before God, the Exalted Owner of Love. Gibran, yes that name that always speaks beautifully from between his lips. So why is reality now as if toying with himself who is too much hope for human beings?

Now he can only leave everything to the Creator. To live the life that God has set for him. A third of the night bears silent witness to the struggle of love on its alphabet. When everyone was outraged by love, he chose another path. The sure path of Allah is ridhoi.

Sorry I cornered you...