I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 16 | Time

"Hours can be bought but time can never be. So make the best use of your time. The lucky one is the one who divides his time."

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In recent days Zihan has been busy even very busy pursuing his work as a librarian, even not infrequently he always misses breakfast and night together with his husband. Not because he was negligent of his duties as a wife, but because his work required him to always go home late and leave early in the morning.

Like tonight Gibran again had to enjoy his dinner alone. Enjoy dinner with just a bowl of instant noodles. It's smirking! The newlyweds are supposed to be sweet, but not Gibran.

"Assalamualaikum Mas," Zihan's greeting went through Gibran's thickets that were still cool stirring his noodles with no taste.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh" said Gibran.

Zihan's heart is pinched! when looking again and again the husband ate instant noodles because of his negligence as a wife.

"Sorry Mas" she kissed the back of her husband's hand.

"Sit down" Gibran said to have Zihan sit next to him.

"Sorry," he said.

Gibran clasped his wife's hand, "Udah, there's nothing to forgive."

"I'm sorry, I failed to be a good wife to you" she sobbed.

Gibran's heart ached so much to see the cry of the wife who so regretted her actions, "Sstt..don't cry anymore well," Gibran gently removed the clear circle from the wife's eyes.

"I'm not a becus! so your wife Mas. I-i-"

"Sstt, don't talk about it anymore, "cut Gibran fast.

Zihan lowered his head in not daring to stare at the bead of the husband's shady eyes. He realized he was even very aware of his busy life lately. Not without cause or reason, this is all because of work that requires him to work extra. It feels like Zihan's head wants to break thinking about his task now. And what Zihan regretted the most was his negligence and his carelessness towards the husband that he should now prioritize.

"I'm not going to forbid you to work but can I ask you something for the same?" ask Gibran.

Zihan nodded his head resigned to whatever would be asked by the husband as long as not to tell him to resign from his job as a librarian because it was his desire and ideals long ago.

"Mas, just ask for some of your time" Gibran said. He is also a husband who feels he must be cared for and served by his wife.

Zihan nodded, "God willing."

Unexpectedly and suspected, Zihan immediately rushed to hug the husband, "Makasih, Mas."

Gibran gasped in shock with a sudden hug given by his wife but the next second he returned a hug to Zihan while kissing the tip of his head.

الرِّجَالُ قَوَّامُونَ عَلَى النِّسَاءِ بِمَا فَضَّلَ اللَّهُ بَعْضَهُمْ عَلَى بَعْضٍ وَبِمَا أَنْفَقُوا مِنْ أَمْوَالِهِمْ فَالصَّالِحَاتُ قَانِتَاتٌ حَافِظَاتٌ لِلْغَيْبِ بِمَا حَفِظَ اللَّهُ وَاللَّاتِي تَخَافُونَ نُشُوزَهُنَّ فَعِظُوهُنَّ وَاهْجُرُوهُنَّ فِي الْمَضَاجِعِ وَاضْرِبُوهُنَّ فَإِنْ أَطَعْنَكُمْ فَلَا تَبْغُوا عَلَيْهِنَّ سَبِيلًا

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Because today is a day off time to relax at home with your beloved family. Early in the morning after the morning prayers Zihan immediately struggled with a variety of kitchen utensils to cook special morning meals for his beloved husband.

Zihan gasped in shock when he felt a burly hand sticking neatly on his slender waist, "Mas ngagetin anyway," he said.

The only reprimanded grimace was not clear and even more tightened his embrace while sticking his chin on the right shoulder of Zihan, "Finally have a good meal again this morning," he chuckled.

Zihan turned off his stove flipped his body to face the husband tightly grasping the hand of the husband, "Sorry Zihan, Mas insya Allah from today onwards Zihan will masakin delicious food for mas," he said.

"Yes dear," said the husband caught the beautiful face of the wife.

"Now we just sit down sweetly wait for the cooking of the ripe Zihan okay!" he said with the sweetest smile.

Gibran said he immediately landed his butt on the dining table chair, researching every agile movement of the wife who was very good at the kitchen. Now everything is ready to eat with painstaking Zihan serving the husband, taking him food.

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A cool breeze greeted the two people who were now in the garden behind his house. Enjoying a time together that had been lost a few days ago because of their respective activities. But now time seems to make up for everything, even if only staying at home but at least it can replace the time that has been lost and will never be repeated.

"Mas" called Zihan, who was leaning his head on her husband's shoulder.

"What dear?" his mouth caressed Zihan's head.

"Do you mind the same profession I am now that is too busy?" his question was full of anxiety.

Gibran is seen shaking his head in doubt, honestly from the bottom of Gibran's heart he wants Zihan to stop working and focus on being a housewife. But he does not want to be selfish and curb Zihan because of his wishes, "Mas will not prohibit or limit your activities as long as one message, Mas. You should be able to divide your time between your work and your obligations as a wife" she said.

"Thank you, Mas" said Zihan was pleased with the response of the husband who did not limit his movement.

Both of them dissolve in casual chatter occasionally laughter and jokes coloring the conversation of the two.

'Thank you God for having made him my priest, ' inner Zihan.

Time wasted in vain cannot be repeated. Make the best use of time. Be wise in using the time that God has given, do not let time be wasted just because of the life of the world alone. Prioritize what should be prioritized. Prioritizing what should have been prioritized.

"You must take care of your health so that your busy life makes you forget how important it is to maintain health" advises gibran for the wife.

"Siap 86," he chuckled while saluting the red and white flag.

"Wife, Mas is smart," he said peeking at Zihan's head.