I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 12 | Thank God

"Someone once told me, a love that is harbored is like a time bomb. Waiting to be forcefully stopped or to explode on its own and painful. Injuring others and of course yourself."

~Cintadansecret~

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Amid the fun of Zihan and Zahra telling each other suddenly Windi came to the two, more precisely approaching the princess.

"What, Bun?" asked Zihan after the mother sat down next to him.

"Follow mother yuk," he asked.

"Where?" ask zihan.

"Udah come later also know," he asked again.

Zihan glanced at Zahra, "Zahra?"

"Udah no papa yuk, Ra go along," said Windi.

"No papa, Han I also want to unplug if there is any business. I'm sorry, Tan I can't" Zahra refused.

"Aren't you coming?" ask Zihan to make sure.

Zahra nodded, "Yes, Zahra came home first, assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam Warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," replied Zihan and Windi together.

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Windi invites Zihan to go to a place that is able to make, he feels strange wonder and confusion. Because for what the mother took him to a boutique that sells a lot of wedding kebaya clothes?

"Let's go in and fuck in here!" she said that pulled Zihan's arm into the boutique.

"Why are you here, Bun?" asked Zihan curious at once confused.

"Udah you sit here first mother want to meet the same who had a boutique first," he said, Zihan can only obey the order of his mother, Zihan, he sat on one of the long sofas that were provided in this boutique.

"This is still her beautiful child, well" said someone who came along with the mother.

Zihan only smiled faintly at the praise that sounded so excessive in his ears.

"Which candidate is alone?" the question was dizzy, and the question was successful in making Zihan pecking did not understand.

'Candidate?' he did not understand and wondered.

"Still on the road may be silent again," replied the mother who made Zihan cengo instantly.

"Well!" zihan's cry was shocked even half-cried.

"It's normal, Han," said the mother.

'Just habit! Hello means mother what try? Invite me to the boutique keep fitting come here asked candidate, hey candidate what? Governor candidate, mayor candidate or presidential candidate? What candidates try!' It felt as if Zihan's head wanted to explode instantly thinking of what his mother had just said.

"You try there, "" said his mother, proselytizing a white kebaya toward Zihan.

"No way!" reject Zihan.

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

"Try first, Han if the greatness or smallness can be repaired again," urged a middle-aged woman 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 to the bride and groom all. Mother hallu! well, that Zihan doesn't have a partner," Zihan said.

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

Zihan seems to have run out of words after knowing that he will marry someone he never knew existed. How could his parents accept the proposal without his knowledge? But what about the love he has so long been loving?

"Zihan won't, Mother," refused Zihan for the second time.

Windi carried the body of his eldest daughter into his arms. However, Zihan revolted unwillingly, he still did not accept the unilateral decision of his parents.

"The candidate has come" Windi said spontaneously as his retina caught a handsome male figure walking towards them.

Zihan spontaneously let go of his embrace and twisted his body to see the figure that the mother meant.

The deg! His heart seemed to stop suddenly when he saw the figure that was now in front of him. He could not speak anymore his throat suddenly dried up, and it made him difficult to speak.

"Sorry late," he said, who immediately grabbed Windi's hand to be greeted.

'Dream ghost, ' Inner Windi was happy.

"No, no" said Windi.

The zihan? He was still silently sculpting and freezing on the spot, his brain was still digesting every scene of the scene that had just happened to him.

"Come on, Han fittings clothes first," asked Windi to hold his daughter's arm while Zihan, he could only follow wherever the steps of the mother. His feet were limp and his logic was hard to believe what he had just experienced.

Windi offered Zihan a very beautiful white kebaya and it looked like it would be a perfect fit for him to wear.

I don't know if there was an urge from where Zihan just stepped into the dressing room to change his clothes.

There was no expression that Zihan gave for the mother's praise that was very hyperbolic. The expressionless flat face look represented his now erratic mood.

'I just have to ask for an explanation' Zihan's determination in his heart, he could not bear to lean on the two people who had just displayed his happy smile while he could only put on a flat face of confusion.

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After arriving in front of his house, Zihan just got out of the car and entered the house in an impatient hurry. Landing his buttocks on his soft sofa, with his hands crossed in front of his chest and do not forget also his flat and sour face.

"Clearly everything!' sue Zihan after the two beings who made themselves incomparable confusion came to him.

They only chuckled at Zihan's words which sounded extremely insistent and demanding with an extremely inexplicable expression.

"Belasin hunt!" Zihan's tone of voice had gone up an octave.

They sat on Windi's couch next to Zihan, while the man sat opposite Zihan and Windi.

"Bunda's son is very funny," kekehnya who swore for anything made the level of aggravation and annoyance Zihan increasingly greater.

"Funny? Yes, Mother. Zihan needs your explanation, not pleasantries!" said Zihan coldly with a soft voice.

"What do you want to drink, son?" bargain Windi on the future daughter-in-law.

"Don't waste your time, obviously it's the same with Zihan right now!" said Zihan.

Windi did not understand the demands of the princess, he instead went to the kitchen to make drinks for the future daughter-in-law.

Zihan glanced sharply at the man in front of him. "Obviously everything is the same!"

"There is no need for explanation or reason to justify a girl of his tribe other than because of God," he said that made the heart of Zihan warm. But it didn't last long, as his logic quickly refused and demanded him to continue his interrogation session.

"That's not what I want to hear from you," said Zihan demanding more explanation from someone in front of him. Who was none other than her husband.

"Enough God and I know, because it's God that I can be here" he said.

"Where are you going?" tanyanya saw Zihan go step foot just like that.

"Enough me and God know where my feet go" replied Zihan, mimicking his future husband's answer.

'me?' Her heart warms and ripples violently as her puja turns their vocation into - I am you-.

The man was just a head gnaw at Zihan's very childish behavior.

"Where are you alone, which Zihannya?" windi said with a tray that already contained a glass of drinks and some snacks.

"Just Maklumin, son maybe Zihan still can't accept everything. Still in shock," he continued, moving what he carried on the tray onto the table.

The man nodded and smiled. "Yaudah, Tan if I say yes first" he said.

"What a hurry?" sela Windi's.

The man smiled kindly at the future-in-law. "Later I'll stay here, too, Tan. Now there's a sudden business."

Windi nodded and smiled.

"Assalamualaikum, Tan," he said as he kissed the back of Windi's hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," replied Windi.

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Zihan laid his body on his soft mattress, staring at the ceiling of his empty room that glared somewhere.

The door to Zihan's room suddenly opened wide and displayed the figure of the mother who all day made him annoyed and annoyed instead of playing.

Zihan quickly turned his back to his mother as the mother sat down at his bedside.

Windi rubbed the head of Zihan fondly. "Are you angry with your mother?"

Zihan did not intend to recite his mother's words, he still endured with his clamor.

"Isn't he always there in your prayers, then why after God has granted your prayers. You're like this?" the tan is soft as a silk cloth.

"Do you remember the story of Princess Zulaikha who pursued the love of the Prophet Joseph? God kept her away, but when Princess Zulaikha pursued the love of God. Allah brought Princess Zulaikha closer to Joseph. That is how God betrothed every servant, for Allah it is easy to turn the hearts of his servants upside down. Be thankful that God has granted your prayers" Windi explained at length.

"You have never shown your love for Him, but you have fought with God for a third of the night. You know that he is only a servant whose heart is in the hands of Allah and therefore you ask him directly to Allah. Not begging for love in front of him but, in front of God and a third of the night that bears witness to your love" he continued.

"But why don't you talk to Zihan?" sahut Zihan who is still at home turned his back on his mother.

"Mother thinks Zihan already knows directly from the person," he said lightly who was able to raise Zihan's body to sit and face Windi.

"The same father Mother accepted, because we know you love her," said Windi.

Zihan immediately clenched tightly to his mother's body, tears he could no longer bear. "Thank you Bun."

Windi smiled and returned his daughter's embrace no less tightly.

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After performing the evening prayer, Zihan raised both his hands. His crying broke again when he remembered so beautiful God's plan in betrothing him with him who had long reigned in his heart.

"O Allah, O Rohman, O Rohim, Thank God, thank You for all the favors You have given me. How great and many favors you have given me. Rabbana Aatinna fiddun yahasanah, wa fil aakhirati hasanah, waqina adza ba naar. Allahumaghfirliiiwaliwaalidayya warham humma kamaa rabbana nii shaghira. Aamiin AllahumaAamiin." His prayer while wiping the surface of the face with both palms.