I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 1 | Joking

Prophet Shallallahu 'alaihi wa sallam said :

"I am also joking, but I do not say anything except the truth."

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"Your jokes are not as funny as the Stand up comedy show on tv. But your jokes are able to give me the effect of laughter and wounds simultaneously that are mutually simple."

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It has become a habit of Zihan to wake up in one third of the night to perform night prayers. Greet his Lord, Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala. At first it was difficult even very difficult to wake up in the middle of the night like this. But with time, it had become a habit he was reluctant to leave behind.

That is worship, heavy at the beginning but light if it continues to run. Unlike the case with acting, initially light but heavy at the end because it must bear his sin. Sitting quietly in the cold of the night, which was only a prayer for his place to prostrate and complain to his Lord. His prostrate place is often wet with tears that he often cannot hold.

Remembering how small he was before his Lord. Remembering how despicable he was before his Lord. And how covered in sin and iniquity he had committed in his life, who had often forgotten and neglected His commandments. Wishing forgiveness and His Riddho.

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Now is the first day that Zihan works at the head office of his father Pratama. Pratama a successful businessman, proven now he already has several branches of bookstores spread almost throughout Indonesia.

Working in the father's office is just a side activity. Because his main job is as a librarian at one of the Higher Education Libraries called Campus Asterion Islamic University.

Zihan Fahira Adinda Pratama, is the full name of a beautiful girl with a hijab that covers her head. The first daughter of Pratama and Windi and has a younger brother named, Zaka Fasya Aditya Pratama who is still in high school.

The sound of knocking on the door awakened him from the long daydreams about the various wishful thinking that wandered here and there. "Come in" he said, and there appeared a woman several years older than him. He is a Tasya¾secertarian who will help his work while working at the head office owned by his father.

"This is a file to sign." Tasya kept some of the files in his hand on Zihan's desk. "Yes, thank you, Ma'am." Zihan immediately took over the files.

As a sign of respect to the older Zihan called Tasya 'Mbak' while Tasya only called Zihan a name, without any frills in front of him. Since he objected if he was called Mother/Mbak or whatever it was, his age was clearly below Tasya. So he has to respect Tasya despite the professionalism of the work explained Tasya under him, but it is not a question of Zihan because it is just a call.

"I'm sorry" she disappeared right behind the door of Zihan's office.

The new thing for him is struggling with files and files that are very foreign. a little hassle and confusion but fortunately there is Tasya who wants to help his work. Usually he only deals with books, books, and books. From thin to thick books, books about medicine, and the world of medicine is his daily food.

Luckily he has a secretary like Tasya who is very reliable. Tasya was like a big brother to him, because it was before he jumped into the business world of the father. His father had already introduced Tasya to the princess so that they could establish good cooperation.

Zihan was struggling with some of the files he had just received from Tasya, reading and signing them with great precision and concentration. But suddenly his voice rang loudly. Signs there's an incoming call. With agile and quick movements he instantly lifted and stuck it on the earlobe.

"Hallo," said someone across the street.

"Hm" said Zihan.

"Meet now in the usual place there is no rejection because this is an order!" the disconnect immediately turned off the phone connection unilaterally.

Zihan snorted bitterly at the behavior of someone who had just contacted him and told him without giving him time to answer. Whether he accepted or refused his request.

"It's a habit if there is a desire to play orders just as rich as babu." Zihan immediately picked up his sling bag that was draped on the chair. Hurry outside to find a taxi that will take and deliver it to the destination.

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Zihan has been sitting in a cafe but the waiting has not yet revealed his nose. "Where the hell is a child? He who met him was also late," murmured Zihan.

"Gue unplug it too. Thirty minutes sitting here is not clear, where alone anymore." Zihan intended to move on from his seat. But urung when there is a voice that greets his eardrum.

The voice she always missed, the voice that always made her breath and heart beat unequal and beat faster than usual. "Gue here is Zihan" said someone behind him and immediately sat down on an empty bench. Their positions face each other.

"The habit of deh loe who met but loe also ngaret." Zihan immediately rewarded someone who was now sitting sweetly in front of him with a voice of jutek and judes.

"Thirty minutes doesn't seem like an hour, right?" he replied lightly after seeing the beautifully circular black clock on the wrist.

"There's no sorry-sorry-an loe, it's a habit. I can't apologize, almost every time you meet you must be late. Apologizing late, apologizing late, so just keep on succeeding." Zihan let out all sorts of annoyances in his heart.

"His power in the dictionary of life loe it's 'Not too late!' or maybe 'Tell is my life? So loe can be as good as I invite to meet and make me wait long until I realize," he continued upset. The handsome man in a casual suit had a habit that greatly irritated and annoyed anyone. Late, late, and late have become his habit.

"Udah dong, Han do not say my ear mulu mulu hot," he said hyperbola while holding the ear.

Where are the hot ears because of the ramblings of others? It's strange!

"Sorry, Han is no longer here" he promised. Persuade her beautiful best friend not to get angry again. "God, boong. Don't like to make promises if you can't make it right."

"Yes, Han this time I promise I will not ngaret and make you wait again," he said seriously. "Hopefully say loe bener and I can believe," said Zihan not so believe in the promise that has often denied his best friend.

Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala said: "And keep the promise, the promise must be held accountable." (QS. Al-iszra: 34).

Both ordered a glass of orange juice and caffucino latex. Before long the order they ordered came and was immediately struck was not left except for the glass. Zihan's throat was already dry from being too busy nagging and babbling, while the person in front of him was thirsty from hearing the nagging and babbling of the friend who was like a train without brakes.

Who hears until thirsty so much what else is raving about it?

After feeling calm and his anger subsided, Zihan opened his voice. "So you want to see me here?" ask Zihan without making any small talk.

"To the point really loe, Han became a person. Can't do it first, how are you? How does loe work? How are you old man Loe? How is your soul mate born yet? Or whatever it is."

"Gue there's no time for that, what did you say? Banalities. I'm sorry I don't like pleasantries," she said. "Loe what's up, Han? Today is sensitive. Another PMS?"

"Udah deh loe do not bother using it so all. Can't get straight to the point? I've been busy doing a lot of work, not rich loe who likes to wander."

"Since when's the mouth of the chili-cabean loe sepedes in the market, Han?" ask like someone who is thinking hard. "Udah deh loe don't beat around me I don't have much time," insisted Zihan. "Okay.oke.o ready Boss," he said.

No one opens their voice, they just quietly explore their respective minds. Both are busy with their cell phones. He said he was busy not having much time but they were stalling?

"GUE LIKES LOE!" he said he opened his voice and it managed to make Zihan sculpt and stop his activities immediately.

Zihan's throat felt choked and it was hard to get words out. Only four words came out of the mouth of the man before him. However, it was able to make him silent. He was trying to digest the word for word he had just heard. Neutralize an already urgent heartbeat from a stopover.

"Kok loe even bengong anyway?" tanyakanya.

Zihan blinked his eyes a few times and then shook his head. "Eng.eng.eng." Zihan said nervously and stammered.

"Kok loe nervous then? Nervous well deck-details the same rich handsome guy I," he chuckles. "Such pede anyway," interrupted Zihan as much as possible to hide his nervousness.

"So you said what?" zihan asked to make sure that his hearing was still good and did not need to be checked by an ENT doctor.

"Which one?" He asked back to Zihan.

"That was." The man seemed to be thinking hard. Seen from the folds on his forehead as well as the index finger he tapped on the chin. Just like a child who is thinking.

"What you're saying is that you like me" Zihan said with his head lowered in shame.

"Oh that one," he said lightly.

"Oh doang?" Zihan looked up at the bead of his interlocutor's eyes for a moment.

He nodded in agreement. "Gue was just kidding, Han," he continued, which made Zihan back to sculpt.

Likey? Kidding me? What does Loe Gibran mean? Don't tell me you just want to play me. This Gibran's heart is not a toy that you can carelessly playin so you need and throw when you don't need.

It felt like Zihan was screaming and running away on this earth. Suppose he had a door to wherever Doraemon belonged, he would have left by now. Leaving loved ones as well as people who have played with him.