I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 11 | Explanation

"He came back with the same intention and determination but came in a different way. No longer asking to date but asking to marry."

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Now Zihan is in one of the restaurants along with Irfan and Zahra. Honestly, Zihan is reluctant and refuses to meet with Irfan, but because Irfan is forcing. So, inevitably he complied with Irfan's request and as his mediator he brought with him Zahra.

"Say to say," said Zihan was bored, because Irfan who never expressed his purpose and purpose.

"I will explain first," he said, Zihan would not want to obey what was said by the man, because it was also redundant if the food was available in plain sight, but it was just left. There are still many people out there who are hungry and have to bother first before eating.

"What's the fuck you want to say?" bill Zihan after finishing his eating ritual. "Dad, not very impatient anyway," kekehnya who makes the frustration rate Zihan increased.

"Common speaking, Fan I don't have much time," Zihan said. Irfan smiled sweetly, very sweetly towards Zihan. He reached into his pocket which turned out to have a ring.

Irfan showed the ring to Zihan. "Will You Marry Me." Zihan and Zahra clashed in disbelief at what the listener and viewer had just caught. Silent! There was no word from Zihan on the sudden proposal that Irfan presented.

"It used to be the way I was wrong to ask you to accept me as a girlfriend, but now I intend to propose you, to justify you, to justify you, you are the only woman who will accompany me until the end of my life. Of course with the Ridho of Allah tied with a contract and a set of prayer tools," he said so sweet and romantic.

Maybe the woman who was in the position of Zihan, they would instantly answer 'yes' without much thought anymore. But unlike the case with Zihan, he did not like to hear the proposal. Zihan was again surprised by what Irfan had just described. This is the second time for him. Because it was when they were in the ninth grade of Junior High, Irfan also expressed his feelings for Zihan to make Zihan a lover. Now the same, Irfan asks Zihan to be his lover who distinguishes only his halal label.

'Mental steel loe, Fan already got damprat and rejection but still keukeuh nglamar Zihan,' inner Zahra amazed by the love that Irfan had for his best friend.

"Sorry," Zihan said very softly. It was not good, because for the second time he broke the heart of the handsome man. "Is there not the slightest bit of room in your heart for me?"

"I'm sorry, Fan I can't," she declined.

"Saving someone loved is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. But by looking at someone dearly happy and carving out a beautiful smile, which rises on his face, it becomes a wound healer of the pain of unrequited love," said Zahra who is like a poet who is good at processing words.

"God brought us together just to make a friendship not with a marriage," Zihan said, smiling awkwardly, hoping that he would not carve a wound in Irfan's heart. However, in fact, the wounds and heartache have been rooted in the flesh in the heart of the man who works as a doctor.

"Is it because of her that you rejected my proposal?" ask Irfan, I don't know who he means.

"Him?" great-grandson Zihan did not understand the word 'he' which sounded very ambiguous.

Irfan looked weak. "Gibran" heid. Now perfect has his wound that is getting gaping so wide. Zihan and Zahra again gasped in shock at the name called by the person before her.

"Don't say it carelessly, Fan," elak Zihan covered up the nervousness to make it look ordinary. However, his heartbeat beats abnormally when he hears the name 'Gibran' which always bothers him.

"Your love is not spoken verbally, but it is clearly visible with sharp eyes full of desire" he said as a poet who was looking for love.

"So, you say!" sentak Zahra felt that he did not accept his best friend being cornered. "Gue thinks it's enough for today, we unplug it first. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh." Zihan immediately got up and pulled Zahra's arm to leave the restaurant.

Last night's flash of memory of Irfan suddenly proposing to her made Zihan's head turn seven. "Udah, Han don't think of taking it easy," said Zahra who suddenly sat next to him. Now they are in the house of Zihan, because it is a holiday today. So, Zahra visited the friend's house. This is the real reason why Zihan came home late last night. After they came home from the shopping center, Irfan called Zihan and asked him to meet.

Zihan only responded to Zahra with a faint smile. "Sorry," he said. Zahra was seen linking the two confused eyebrows together,

"For?" asked Zahra not understand. "I'm sorry, Ra. I'm so presumptuous to love Gibran" he muttered, holding back the tightness that had been buried for a long time in his chest.

Zahra was smiling at her best friend. "Gue already knows," he said so casually. "Love is fitrah and all human beings have the right to feel how powerful the nature that God has given to each of his servants. So there is no need for an apology in love affairs," he continued, giving a beautiful arch at both corners of his lips.

"Aren't you mad at me?" Zahra chuckled softly. "angry? What's for?" seloroh Zahra was so calm. "Gibran, ' is Loe's husband-to-be. I do not deserve to like my own best friend's future husband," explained Zihan felt guilty with a sense of love lodged in his heart. "FORMER future husband, Zihan!" zahra Correction.

"God's scenario is hard to guess with reason, I'm disappointed even hurt by the way Gibran went so far on our wedding day. But just so you know my heartache is not as big as my happiness," he continued.

"happy?" Zahra nodded. "Gue is the same Gibran is not a match in terms of marriage, but I am the same Gibran match in terms of friendship. I am grateful for the misfortune that brought this blessing."

"You mean?" Zihan did not understand the thoughts of his best friend this time. Zahra clasped Zihan's hands tightly. "If Gibran really loved me, he wouldn't leave me for whatever reason. But what's Gibran doing?" Zahra paused her sentence, "she chose to leave so easily without any reason or explanation. So, I don't think it's the love that's growing in Gibran's heart but it's just obsession and curiosity."

"He's in love with you, Ra," refuted Zihan disagreed with the thought of the friend. "Originally loe tau Gibran go ninggalin loe it is not because of his desire and will. But--" Zihan couldn't continue his words.

"Whatever the reason is that Gibran is serious and really loves me. I'm sure he won't leave me" Zahra said quickly.

"Here you go, Han I don't want to talk about it anymore" replied Zahra did not like to bring up the past events.

"It's all because of Galang's brother, Ra," said Zihan who made Zahra freeze.

"It turns out that Galang secretly likes loe, he also secretly stole the name of loe in prayer in a third of the night. Gibran lives loe in the hope that loe with brother Galang fooled, he will not have the heart to squirm two people he loves hurt, just because of his selfishness who wants loe. So much love that Gibran had for you that he was willing to endure the pain" explains Zihan at length.

'Brother Galang? Like me?' his inner. Zahra just kept staring blankly in disbelief at the explanation her best friend gave her. 'Is it possible that Brother Galang also likes me.' Again he can only hide.

"Sychlating is the way Gibran loves you" continued Zihan. I don't know why every word of love that comes out of his lips gives pain in the heart. An invisible, bloody pain but very painful.

"Why are you talking to me now, Zihan?" sue Zahra's. "I shouldn't be the one talking about this all the same loe. But I wouldn't have the heart to squirm on my two best friends shackled by endless misunderstandings."

Zahra was still at home with her clamor listening to all kinds of explanations from her best friend made her feelings no desire. "Loe know? I am fragile when I squirm Gibran can not hold his love. I was sick when Gibran couldn't feel my feelings. But I'm more fragile and hurt when he feels what I've been feeling."

"And if I continue the marriage, Gibran will be more hurt because I can not repay his feelings" said Zahra. "You should have that marriage, because love will grow by itself" Zihan said.

"Love will grow by itself but is it a guarantee?" refute Zahra.

"God is All-Turning the hearts of men, of course, God can also change the feelings of loe for Gibran very easily" said Zihan.

"Gue know you like Kak Galang but I think the feeling will disappear by itself. Because I'm sure Gibran can be happyin loe," he continued.

"Gue can not guarantee that my feelings will be turned away so easily, because until now my feelings are still for the same person" said Zahra.

"Gue loved her from the very beginning we met, and from that moment I asked God to please God to match me with Galang." Honest Zahra with a smile. His memory recalls the beginning of his meeting with the brother of his best friend.

Zahra who was in class X High School, while Galang who was in class XII High School met accidentally in the school corridor. The two of them did not know each other but there was a strange feeling when they saw the look in the eyes of his elder brother. They often cross paths but are reluctant to just say hello and chat. Until one day Gibran took Zihan and Zahra to his house to play, because indeed when they stepped on their high school they were no longer one school. It was Zihan and Gibran who did choose the same school, while Zahra chose to attend a different school, and it was at that school that he felt what people call love at first sight.

Zihan and Zahra visited Gibran's house often. But never once did they meet Galang. Galang very quiet and difficult to get along makes him indifferent to the surrounding environment and choose to lock himself in the room. But that day, Zahra and Galang met because of accident. Zahra who play nyelonong just entered the kitchen to refresh his throat that feels dry. However, unexpectedly and unexpectedly Galang and Zahra met and since that meeting their relationship became closer and closer. However, no one knew about it including Gibran and Zihan though.

"Why are you new stories now all the same to me?" zihan asked for more clarity on his best friend.

"What does it have to do with you? Loe also never told me that you like Gibran. So, we're each dong." Zihan grunted in annoyance.

"Tau ah," he said a little annoyed. "So you mean to send Kak Galang what letter?"

Zahra's face immediately reddied from embarrassment. "Where are you from?" ask her without answering Zihan's question first.

"Gue can't believe a Zahra Nureni Sukma Prawira can be as brave and as determined as the guy she likes," said Zihan.

Hearing that Zahra did not stay still, her hand nimbly moved to pinch the friend's arm. "Rasain pinched my death." The action of pinch-pinch interspersed with laughter colored their safety.

"Sick, Zahra!" said Zihan complaining of pain. "Jawab used to be my question. Do you know where that letter came from?" it was so curious. Zihan shook his head, and it made Zahra aggressively shower the abdomen and waist of Zihan with a pinch.

"Gibran," replied Zihan finally giving up. The movement of Zahra's hands immediately stopped, his gaze blankly looking down on more explanation from the mouth of the friend.

"Gibran invented loe's love letter and so he decided to step down. Go on your wedding day with the same hope that you can live together without any obstacles from him," explained Zihan staring straight bead his best friend's eyes.

Zahra's eyes heated up tears already piled up in her eyes, ready to be shed right now. His mouth seemed to be locked tightly, his throat was stuck it was difficult to get words out. Zihan held onto both hands of Zahra who was already sweating coldly. "Loe's lucky, because there are two men who love you so much."

"But I hurt one of them, Han," Zahra said.

"This is not your fault, but this has become your destiny. And I'm asking you not to waste Gibran's sacrifice. Fight for love loe with Kak Galang because it will create a feeling of relief in the heart of Gibran, although I am sure it will make Gibran's wounds even bigger. But it was his decision."

Zahra hugged her best friend tightly, shedding all the restlessness and guilt lodged in her heart. She felt like a selfless and unknowing woman, because she had wasted a sincere person loving her. But what is the meaning of regret because it has all happened.

Indeed love is present to give each other happiness and to complete a deficiency, because love is there to perfect each other instead of looking for perfection. And love in silence is the most efficacious way of preserving the true sanctity of love. Suffice Allah and a third of the night to be his witness. Love is not about how many people know it but how many prayers are followed in each long prostration in one third of His night. It is sufficient for God to know how much love we have, for He is the All-Giver of Love.