I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 18 | Commands I Denied

"My heaven is now in his hands, but do I have to comply with his request? A very difficult request for me to fulfill."

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The atmosphere became gripping full of silence, jokes and laughter that a few minutes ago adorned is now gone. Mutually silent in silence with each other's thoughts that wander somewhere.

Zihan's heart rate was not clear, when the husband invited him to speak important things, and she believed that what the husband would talk about was about their agreement the other day that he had just accidentally broken.

"Mas...Mas...want you say what?" finally, Zihan spoke up in a nervous stammered voice.

Gibran got up from his seat walking towards the large window that was plastered in his room, "Is there anyone you want to explain to Mas?" it was a joke that even asked a question.

"I mean, Mas?"

"Have you forgotten something?" ask again.

Zihan approached the husband who was now turning his back on him, "What do you mean, Mas?"

Gibran turned his body to face Zihan who was now staring at his bead full of questions and confusion that whack, "I ask you to resign."

The deg! Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. This was the thing he feared the most and wanted the least.

"Why?"

"You have broken our agreement and as a consequence you have to resign from your work" he said firmly with sharp eyes like an eagle ready to pounce on its prey at that time.

Zihan silenced a thousand languages did not accept the request of the husband who was very difficult for him, "Sorry I can not," he said along with the clear liquid that came out of his eye peluk..

Gibran was inexhaustible with the answer thrown by his wife. It turns out that his work is still the main and difficult to leave.

'I'm sorry if my request is so difficult for you but it's best for you, ' Gibran said.

"It is not a request but an indisputable command!" he concluded that immediately went by just leaving Zihan.

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Do I have to follow his words? It was indeed a request that I could not fulfill his logic of rejecting the request of the husband, perhaps more precisely the order of the husband.

His defense just like that on the floor really never crossed his mind he would leave the profession he really wanted and dreamed of since he was still in school. His profession is like a reluctant opium and there is no way he can stay just like that. 4 years struggling with the profession he loved so much and now in just a blink of an eye he must be willing to leave it. It's impossible!

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Like the previous days, Zihan was back in the kitchen preparing breakfast for himself and his husband, although the atmosphere between the two was still silent to each other. But he does not want to be negligent again in serving the husband even though the problem is now pressing both.

There is no small talk and laughter that always adorns the second morning meal now. Survive each other's egos and don't intend to fix everything. Prestigious! Yes, mutually longing but unable, mutually silent but actually willing.

"I say goodbye, Mas assalamualaikum," she kissed the back of her husband's hand. Do not let the ego make him disrespectful to the husband.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," replied Gibran staring at the back of his wife who was missing from his sight.

'It turns out you are still reluctant to leave the profession you are currently in, ' his mind was disappointed.

"May God bless your every step, even though my riddhoku is not with you now" he murmured.

Leaving his feet to immediately leave for the office where he works with disappointment that still plagues his heart.

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Plunge the body in the seat of his greatness. Seeing the pile of files on his desk makes him have to finish all his work immediately. "Think I'm a robot? I am given this much work. Don't know what mood I'm not friendly gini," he grumbled.

Suddenly the door of the room opened wide and showed a man who was none other than his brother, Galang

"In the morning it was not clear," Galang scolded approaching Gibran.

"Udah deh kak do not fuss me early in the morning like this," said nyolot.

"Obviously, the essence is already rich mother-and-mom again PMS only."

"Mending loe out aja, brother if only want to ngegerecokin I doang," he drove lazy to respond to the brother.

"Loe why the hell? Very sensitive this morning," asked Galang astonished.

Gibran did not intend to answer or tell stories about his household problems.

"Speak, who knows if I can help."

"Sorry, my brother has a lot of work," he said he did not want to extend the chat with his brother.

Galang snorted angrily, "OK, sorry to interrupt your time, Mr. Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya," he just came out.

"Sorry, brother to this problem I can't tell you the same story," he murmured after the brother was invisible again from the sight of his eyes. They are very close to all the small and big problems they always share together. But now Gibran chose to hold it himself and it makes a little disappointed Galang.

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"You tea why, Han bengong mulu from earlier," said Neneng who felt stifled to see Zihan who had been dumbstruck earlier.

Zihan only displayed a faint smile towards Neneng.

"Not usually you're tea bengong mulu, what problem do you have? Sok or the same story me," he said with his Sundanese dialect.

"No papa, Neng," in short.

"Say, Keyra tea yesterday did you faint?" keyra asked curiously because he was free yesterday, not working in the library.

"He.em," he answered.

"Cock can faint? But you're not papa, are you? Kok now even work instead of rest, mending you go home again Han enough rest so that the spit is healed. Bisi karugrag deui Han," her cerocos flocked Zihan with a number of questions.

"Papa's papa is just a ketapean doang," replied Zihan.

"Cappiness?"

Zihan nodded with a thin smile framed beautifully on his beautiful face.

The chatter of the two stopped when someone suddenly came to the desk of the two more precisely Zihan's work desk.

"Hi" she said with a friendly and frenetic smile.

Zihan only smiled faintly in response to the greeting of someone who was now in front of him.

"How are you, Han?" the tanyanya melted the atmosphere.

"Thank God be good, loe?" reply Zihan.

"Alhamdulillah is good too" he said.

"Oh yes, Han I want to return the book that I pinjem at that time," he continued thrusting the book towards Zihan.

Zihan took over the book and struggled with the computer screen in front of him to input the return of the book.

"No fine, Han?" tanyakanya.

"There is no, it is once a week you extend the book online," replied Zihan.

"By the way, how's your husband?" it breaks the silence. Husband? Ahk it feels like Zihan is not happy with the debate last night that defies her husband's orders.

"Kok bengong anyway," she said awakened Zihan from daydreaming about her husband.

"Hmm no papa. Thank God, Mas Gibran is fine."

Mas! his heart again throbbed in pain when he heard Zihan's call to Gibran, who was clearly officially bearing the status of Zihan's legal husband.

"This, Fan," Zihan offered Irfan a card that was used as collateral when he borrowed the book.

"Yes thanks, Han," he said, grabbing the card in Zihan's hand.

Irfan immediately left the library area where Zihan worked. "Move-on, Fan move-on now she's happy with her husband," she said, calming down a turbulent heart that endured the pain.

Forgetting is the best way to let someone who is not meant to be with us. Forgetting something we love is difficult, because from the moment we sit in school we must be taught to remember not forget, so many people who have difficulty moving on even fail to move-on.