I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 17 | Missing

"Levin can you complain that now I'm in the middle of meeting, sharing my life's story of how I'm now in the midst of a longing whack in the chest cavity of my heart."

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Amidst the night of the moon and stars that only accompany the solitude of a girl who is now sitting on the balcony of the room enjoying the exposure of the night breeze that greeted her smooth skin. Enjoying his solitude and loneliness.

Her heart rumbled to remember what happened a few days ago, lamenting all her faults and negligence as a wife. Now, he feels it himself, how unpleasant it is to live alone and nothing to do on his own without him the lover of the heart.

God seemed to show his power to open the eyes of his heart. "Pardon me for all the negligence I have done" he murmured.

He felt he had been paid for his negligence the other day to the husband, and now he felt it himself. Longing mixed guilt into a slick blend of his heart.

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Early in the morning Zihan was in the library and struggling with various books in his hands. Book-selling is an activity in the morning that is never absent. Storing and tidying books on available shelves.

Landing his butt in his desk chair after the book-selling activity is done. Just now he breathed a sigh of relief because his work was over now students came in droves to the library which would definitely make his work multiply.

"Rest first, Han let me handle it," said Keyra when he saw the pale face of Zihan. Zihan's condition is not fit, it's all because he is too busy working.

"No papa I can," said Zihan reassured Keyra, although actually the dizziness had begun to attack his head.

Zihan got up from his seat intending to take the thesis requested by one of the students. However, his body suddenly collapsed and lost consciousness.

"Han woke up.." shouted Keyra shaking the body of Zihan who was lying helpless on the floor.

Before long, some students surrounded Zihan and Keyra and immediately took Zihan into his car to be taken to the hospital.

Keyra quickly drove his car towards the nearest hospital. Luckily the road was slow and it greatly facilitated the speed of his car.

"Sus please!" yelled Keyra asking the nurse for help to immediately bring Zihan to handle.

Before long came some sisters with a brangkar and immediately brought Zihan to the ER room. Keyra pacing indistinctly in front of the ER room.

"How's my best friend doing, Doc?" todong Keyra after the door of the ER room opened and featured a woman in a white suit who Keyra believed was the doctor who had treated Zihan.

"The patient just experienced fatigue and too many thoughts that made him experience a little stress and that made him faint" explained the doctor.

"Thank you, Doc can I see him?" said Keyra who was reciprocated nodding and the doctor's friendly smile.

"Loe's fine, isn't she Han?" keyra asked after she saw Zihan and woke up from his stupor.

Zihan only gave her a faint smile. "Where's gue?"

"Loe's hospital passed out suddenly and I immediately brought you here" explained Keyra.

"Gue wants to go home to Key," Zihan got up from his lying position.

"Loe has to rest first let me call Loe's husband," stop Keyra.

Zihan immediately shook his head in disagreement. "Don't!"

"Why?"

Zihan did not comment on Keyra's question he got off his gurney. 'Don't let Mas Gibran know I'm in the hospital, ' he's scared.

"Let's go dumb!" Zihan immediately pulled Keyra's hand. Although dizziness strikes as well as a physical that is still weak but he should look fine.

"Loe's still sick Han," Keyra said worriedly.

Zihan did not respond to all sorts of alarmed Keyra remarks.

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"Where?" he wondered because this was not the direction to go to the library where they worked.

"Loe's house," replied Keyra who was still focused on staring at the streets that are now stretchy.

Zihan rounded his eyes in disbelief, "Gue's going to the latrine, Key."

"Loe should rest not work!" keyra said firmly.

The look on Zihan's face became even more pale, 'What if Mas Gibran had gone home' inwardly.

Zihan still remembers what his husband said a few days ago before Gibran went to Bandung to take care of the company he led. "I will never forbid you to work as long as it is not too porsir," pause a few seconds, "Mas will ask you to resign work if until your condition drops again," he continued.

In recent days, Zihan's physical condition worsened, often feeling dizzy and fainted suddenly and it made Gibran worry about the health of his wife who prioritized work over her health.

"Loe Why?" asked Keyra to see Zihan who was daydreaming and it managed to disperse the daydream of Zihan.

Zihan shook his head, he could not tell about his household affairs to anyone including his family, friends, and co-workers though. Because the wife is the dress of a husband and vice versa. Must be able to maintain the privacy of tempests and riots in his household.

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Keyra pulled over her car right in the yard of the house that Zihan was occupying with her husband. Just now Keyra was about to open the car door but Zihan's voice stopped his movement. "What?"

Zihan shook his head gesturing for Keyra to undo his intentions and return to the library where they worked.

"Loe why the hell?" asked Keyra, astonished not to understand.

"We're going back to the perpus, Key please!" said pleading.

Keyra held onto both of Zihan's shoulders staring at his friend's stubborn bead of eyes, "Loe must rest!"

"Please! Key," please.

Keyra did not press and did not comply with Zihan's wishes, he immediately went down and opened the car door for Zihan. Help Zihan get out of the car and hold Zihan's arm.

Geck... Geck... Tokkkp...

"Assalamualaikum" said Keyra, hoping someone would open the door.

No word or sign of the door will be opened eventually Keyra turned the door knob and it was not locked.

Zihan was in the fog when he realized that the door of his house was not locked when he had locked it, 'Don't Mas Gibran had gone home, ' his mind was anxious with a face that was getting pale.

"Mending loe sat here first let me take you for a drink, loe's face was pale Han," Keyra sat Zihan on the sofa in the living room.

Keyra gasped in shock when there was a man who was struggling with a variety of fast food on the dining table. Same with Keyra the man was no less surprised.

"Sorry who?" ask him about Keyra.

"I, Keyra was Zihan's co-worker. What, is this Zihan's husband?" reply Keyra at once asked.

The man nodded clearly she was her husband Zihan who was none other than Gibran. They had never met at the wedding and Keyra was unable to attend and this was their first meeting.

"Excuse me" said Keyra, bringing a glass of water to Zihan.

"Drink Han first" he said after landing his butt next to Zihan.

"Suami Loe has come home, he was hungry because I saw him again like that food. Loe Mah could leave her husband to work without any food at home at all. I saw it was all the fast food he bought in the restaurant" said Keyra, who made Zihan choke and spit out water in his mouth.

Keyra patted Zihan on the nape. "Slow down dong, Han if you drink."

"Gue has to go back to the perpus again" Keyra said farewell to Zihan.

"Yes thanks, Key be careful on the road" said Zihan.

Shortly after Keyra's departure, Gibran approached Zihan, who was laying down on the sofa.

Zihan blinked his eyes as he felt a soft touch on his smooth cheeks, "Mas."

Gibran smiled in response to his wife's muttering.

Zihan immediately changed his position to sit up and made a sense of dizziness in his head again felt due to sudden movements.

"Why you?" tanyanya's worried.

Sontak Zihan shook his head and reviewed his faint smile. "Not papa."

"You sick? Your face is very pale" he said full of worry.

Zihan again commented on his faint smile, "I'm fine, I'm fine,"

"When will I be home?" tanya Zihan tried to divert the conversation.

"An hour ago," she answered with a sweet smile framed beautifully on her handsome face.

"Home home didn't bother me anyway," said Zihan.

"Eating yuk, Mas had already bought food for us to eat lunch," he asked without answering the words in the tone of the wife's protest.