I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 15 | New Atmosphere

"How beautiful is the love that God engages in. The love that is above His pleasure."

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Waking up right when the morning adhan was reverberating made the halal lovers squirm. Zihan was flabbergasted as there was a pair of arms hugging his body tightly. There was a strange taste that burst into her but the strange taste vanished with a happy smile printed beautifully on her beautiful face.

With a slow movement, Zihan released the clutches of the husband's burly hands hoping not to disturb or disturb his deep sleep. However, in fact Gibran piqued with a slow motion of Zihan and rubbed his eyes rough.

"First, Mas" said Zihan.

Gibran was immediately aghast and rose from his sleeping position to sit his body with his back on the head of the mattress. 'Time passes very quickly' he thought to himself.

The voice I saw azan again raised to disturb Indra's hearing.

"Where are you going?" ask the husband to see Zihan stepping out of his bed.

"To the bathroom" replied Zihan. He immediately cleansed his body and berwudhu to perform dawn prayers.

Before long Zihan came out already with his clothes and fresh face.

"The shower was flat," said Zihan who was neat with face and sat on his alphabet.

Gibran came out of the bathroom in a cocoa shirt not forgetting the sarong and peci as a complement.

Perform two rakaat Sunnah prayers before dawn and continued with two rakaatnya dawn prayers.

"Two rakaat dawn (sunnah qoliyah shubuh prayer) is better than the world and its contents." (CHR. Muslim no.725)

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Helping the mother cook for breakfast now Zihan lakoni, after the morning prayer after he immediately rushed down to the bottom to help the mother prepare breakfast.

"You go upstairs, Han accompany your husband" the mother, whom Zihan refused to accept.

"Zihan wants to help mother," he concluded while slicing all kinds of cooking ingredients with agile.

"Sound! The newlyweds were early in the morning already nangkring in the kitchen," the father's tease sitting on the dining table chair.

"Every morning also Zihan like to help the mother cook, so what is strange try?" sahut Zihan's.

"Now you are a wife, so your main duty is to serve your husband, son," the father advised.

Zihan immediately put the knife and other materials to sit next to the father. "Yes Dad, Zihan also knows but isn't it a wife's job to satisfy her husband's stomach as well."

"Yes Dad also knows but there is already a Mother who cooks," said the father.

"Udah, Han you go over who knows Gibran bored alone in the room," said the mother.

Zihan did not deny he immediately waltzed to go to his room again to meet the husband.

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Zihan sat beside Gibran who was busy sitting on the bed with his back on the headboard.

"Udah cooking?" ask the wife.

Zihan shook his head, "Not yet, Mas."

"Keep why you go to the room if you have not finished cooking pity your mother if the hassles," he said changing the position of his body to face with Zihan.

"Same father Mother who told me to go to the room again, Mas," said Zihan with a pouting face.

Gibran smiled looking at the face of the wife who was very adorable for him. Her in-laws are very understanding.

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The atmosphere of breakfast this morning feels very different because of the presence of new members in the Pratama family. Zihan deftly poured rice and side dishes into the plate of the husband and then for him.

Both of Zihan's parents smiled happily to see that their little daughter had now grown up and become a wife.

"How many days off, Han?" ask the father after finishing his morning meal.

"Tomorrow also Zihan wants to work, Dad," he replied that made the father and mother exchanged looks of disbelief.

"Wouldn't you take a sabbatical, Han so you can honeymoon first," said the mother who made Zihan coughing.

A honeymoon? Zihan didn't think he'd get there.

"Until that cough, Han," chuckled the father.

Gibran thrust a glass of water towards Zihan and immediately the toilet finished drinking.

"What about you, son?" ask her son-in-law.

"Tomorrow, Dad," Gibran replied just like Zihan.

"Basic! the newlyweds work crazy so this way," Zaka said surprised by the answer of his brother and sister-in-law.

"You are indeed suitable for both workaholics, how can the father and mother can hold a grandchild if the work is good," complained the mother.

Zihan and Gibran exchanged looks. A granddaughter? Just yesterday they got married when they were terrorized asking for grandchildren?.

"Mother said what the hell," said Zihan pretending not to understand the mother's request.

"Udah ahk Zihan to the room first," said Zihan who took a friendly arm of the husband.

Both his parents saw his daughter and son-in-law smiling happily, 'May God bestow His affection for your little family, Son' the mother's prayer.

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"Why you?" ask Gibran who saw Zihan's face being bent.

Zihan still endured with his clamor, he simply shook his head.

"Don't think too much about the request of the father of the same mother" said Gibran.

Zihan just nodded weakly in response to the husband.

Zihan rested his head on the chest of the field belonging to the husband. "Mas can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can" said Gibran pinching the nose of his wife's nose.

"www... Sick Mas," he lamented holding a flushed nose.

"Kok mas could have booked me without my knowledge?" ask Zihan to the point.

"Apasih that can not be done for you," he said.

"I'm serious, Mom!" zihan.

"Mas is also serious dear," he said kissed the head of Zihan.

Zihan clucked with Gibran's unfulfilling reply.

"Answer dong!" sue Zihan who has pulled his head from the chest of the field belonging to the husband.

"Lillah," in short, that makes Zihan even more clucking.

"Then?"

"Ahk, since when did a Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya become annoying! Like this," Zihan turned his gaze in any direction.

"Not good for your own husband," he recalled.

"Surely, Mas nyebelin heck not tell me why this even makes me sprained," complained Zihan.

"It's all because of God" Gibran said, stroking his wife's cheek gently.

"I love you" he whispered right next to Zihan's ear. It made the feeling of Zihan fly away instantly, his heart blossoming. Even his heart was beating outside normally.

"Just say love if you don't know the reason for my bed," said Zihan after he managed to control himself and his heart.

Gibran held his wife's shoulders to sit opposite him, "Dengerin, Mas."

"Isn't that action more important than a promise never made? At the time, Mas asked you to both of your parents, not a promise they wanted to hear and see. But real action and earnestness, Mas to ask you to them. What do words mean if all of those words will lose by one breath, Mas when answering qobul on your behalf," he said with solemnity.

Zihan's eyes suddenly warmed, moved to listen to her husband's sweet and romantic words, "But at least with you explain the reason behind our marriage, maybe it can dispel the doubts that hold me in my heart" explained Zihan, although his feelings had been made to fly, but he did not want to be influenced and remained in his stance.

Gibran exhaled slowly. "Do you doubt my love for you?"

Zihan shook his head slowly, "It's not that, Mas...." She could not continue her words, she was afraid of offending her husband. Honestly, she still doubts her husband's declaration of love. Because she could not deny the fact, that her husband was her best friend's ex-husband. The depths of the sea can still be measured, but the contents of the human heart who knows? It is possible that Gibran still harbors feelings for his future wife Zahra or perhaps another woman. Only he and God know the answer.

"What makes you doubt? Does it have anything to do with Zahra?" ask Gibran right on target and managed to pull back Zihan to the real world.

"If that is the source of doubt in your heart. Mas, will explain everything," he said.

Zihan was still waiting for the explanation that her husband would give, waiting with a heart spread that was not anxious and curious that was already in the tubes.

"I'm the same Zahra was betrothed." he said.

Zihan's eyes fumbled in disbelief, knowing that his story wasn't like that. Because he heard directly from Zahra, Gibran obviously came to Zahra's house to propose to the girl.

"It all started with an arranged marriage between our parents. Initially the matchmaking was intended for Kak Galang, but because Kak Galang refused it so I was the one who was the one to change it," he said with a slight wry smile.

"Didn't Galang love Zahra? Why did he refuse?" zihan asked, bringing out his confusion.

Gibran laughed insipidly, more precisely laughing mockingly at the stupidity of him and his brother first. "It's stupid that I'm the same Galang, under the pretext of fearing that women who will be fooled are the same we do not meet expectations, so we decided to take a decision without thinking first."

"Not a single thought comes to our mind, that the woman who wants to be betrothed to us is, Zahra or the woman who has known us before. And we were dazed and shocked when we found out that woman was Zahra. Want to refuse has already fallen, and finally the deal was made. My marriage with Zahra will be held soon, everything is going well but all that changes when I know that it turns out that Galang has more feelings for Zahra. And that fact pretty much slapped my feelings hard. I decided to end it all by escaping on the wedding day, because I was sure that if I spoke well with Papah and Mamah they would not agree with the decision. Escape was the best path I chose," he explained at length.

"And as for Zahra's problem, she didn't know about this matchmaking, it was all because of her parents' request that Zahra not feel forced or forced."

"Do you still doubt my feelings?" tanyakanya.

Zihan was silent, his brain was still digesting every explanation his husband gave, he could not believe everything.

"I love you, but if you ask me since when does that taste exist. I don't know the answer, because I don't know. But one thing you should know, if this heart is entirely yours," he said.

Gibran took Zihan's hand to hold the chest of his field which was now in a violent and abnormal beat, "Here, in this heart there is only your name that I have always carved beautifully in my last prayer and prostration."

Zihan was unable to stem her happy cries when she felt the beating of her husband's heart racing so fast as she did. She sprang into her husband's arms, buried her head in the chest of the husband's field. Enjoying every beat of the heart beat of the husband's passionate. "I love you, I love you so much, Mom."

Gibran kissed the spire of his wife's head. "I love you more, my wife, the angel of my hereafter."

Zihan looked up at her husband's bead of shady eyes, "I guess my love claps one hand and will never be avenged."

Gibran broke his embrace cupping Zihan's face. "I'm sorry that I'm so late to realize this feeling, I always dismiss and dispel any strange feelings that I feel when I'm close to you. But, now I realize that I have long since dropped my heart for you."

Love, that word is too difficult to define with the word. However, it is full of meaning and millions of stories. Where pain becomes a thing that is considered normal and normal. And happiness is the main bonus most sought after human beings.

"Tomorrow you're at work?" zihan asked, remembering the husband's words at the dinner table.

"Yes, why?"

"No papa is just a doang" said Zihan.

Silent! There was nothing else they were talking about the two were busy with their respective minds.

"Darling," called him.

Zihan only cleared a little as an answer.

"When we move into my house what about? Wanna don't?" tanyanya hesitated, afraid the wife refused his invitation. Because he knew his wife who could not be far from the mother.

Zihan smiled at her husband, "Of course, wherever you go I'll go."

Gibran was smiling happily to get a good response from his wife, "Why do we move tomorrow? We take a day off work, "he proposed that Zihan should take. "But we're allowed to be with Father and Mother, yeah."

"Of course, dear," he answered, holding Zihan's body into his arms.

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After completing the dinner ritual together, Zihan and Gibran intend to convey their intention to move to the new house that Gibran has prepared. Now they are watching television together in the family room.

"Mother's father" called Gibran awkwardly with his in-laws.

Her in-laws smiled kindly towards the beloved daughter-in-law. "Well, what's up, son?"

Gibran seemed to be thinking and confused about how to convey it to the in-laws.

"Speak," said the father-in-law who made a little relief in his heart.

"Gibran intends to bring Zihan to live in the house that Gibran has prepared" he said.

"When?" ask the mother.

"God willing tomorrow if you are with Mother Ngizinin" replied Zihan.

"Isn't it too soon, son? Aren't you guys coming to work tomorrow?" ask the mother with a teary spy. He can't be far from his favorite daughter.

"If the same father Mother does not ngizinin also not papa really," said Zihan clenched tightly the body of the mother and shed his tears together with the mother.

"And if you and Mother allow tomorrow I will take the same day that Zihan will take his leave first" Gibran replied to a series of questions from his mother-in-law.

"The turn is told to honeymoon only on leave, it is now willing to take a leave because of moving," said Zaka who is still focused on his television screen.

They all did not respond to the scorn that Zaka made and it made Zaka snort annoyed at him.

Pratama patted Gibran on the shoulder slowly, "Of course Dad is the same Mother allows," actually it is difficult for Pratama to release Zihan. However, now his responsibilities as a father have been transferred to Gibran's daughter-in-law and husband.

"Thank you, Dad," Zihan said with a smile on his face.

"But remember Dad's message. Take good care of Zihan, treat Zihan as well as you treat your Mamah. Always remember that you hurt Zihan means that you hurt your Mom" pratama's advice to her daughter-in-law.

"God willing, Dad" said Gibran.

"Mother don't cry" said Zihan to the mother who was still at home with her tears.

"The same father Mother can visit our house at will, or later we who visit the father of the same mother," said Gibran so that the in-law stopped his crying.

"Really?" he asked with sparkling eyes and wiped his rough tears.

"Certainly Mommy," said Zihan with his sweet smile.