I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 19 | Selfish

"Do I have to follow my husband's wishes or follow my ego?"

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Because the work is very piled up and requires Zihan to work overtime, and it causes him to go home late even very late than usual, more precisely at nine o'clock at night.

With a doubtful step he entered his house. It's dark! The first impression when he entered the house he lived with his husband. His hand touched the light switch but he had not had time to get the switch suddenly the lights became brightly lit.

Zihan caught the figure of the husband who stood next to him while leaning his right side of the body on the wall, "Still looking for a way home? I thought you forgot! and lost! the road!" he said with sharp eyes.

Zihan is reluctant to just look at the eyes of the husband or intend to answer the words of the husband that resemble spicy innuendo for him.

"I can't meet all your needs! to the point that you have to work till late at night like this!" he said it was cold and full of emphasis.

"Java!" emphatically.

"Ma.. I'm sorry, Mas," just an apology coming out of Zihan's mouth.

"Enough! Don't show your tears in front of me. Everything will not be okay with your tears!"

Gibran was already stirred up emotions he immediately went away just like that leaving Zihan who had started sobbing, 'I'm sorry, you have to choose between your work or our marriage,' his mind is actually a pain sliced every time he saw the crying and sobbing that came out of the ranum lips belonging to the wife, but he must be firm because he is the head of the family who should guide and provide all the needs of the wife both born and inner.

Going not to run away from problems but to calm his mind, he was afraid to return hurtful words to his wife, he said, so going silent a thousand languages is a way to dampen the emotions that are now mastered.

The Prophet Shallallahu 'alaihi wa sallam taught when a person is angry should he be silent, He Shallallahu 'alaihi wa sallambersabda:

إِذَا غَضِبَ أَحَدُكُمْ فَلْيَسْكُتْ.

"When one of you is angry, he should be silent."

Zihan fell on the floor leaning his back against the wall hiding his head between the legs he was bending and crying with his pill stuffing.

Is it wrong if I want to pursue my career as much as you? Was wrong? You are indeed my husband my chosen priest but is it appropriate for you to yell at me and treat me like this. The screams of Zihan's heart sounded very heartbreaking.

You're Selfish! I'm your wife, not your toy. I deserve to choose my career just like you. His ego was too high unable to accept everything.

The crying could not be dammed again until he unconsciously fell asleep still with the same position as before. His chaotic mind was filled with an excessively tall and stubborn ego that was already towering up as well.

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Morning has replaced the pitch-black night, replacing the brightly lit moon with warm sunshine.

Gibran gasped in shock at the sleeping wife with her head hidden between the curves of her legs.

"Wake up!" he patted his wife's shoulder. His heart felt stifled! Maybe he let his wife sleep in an unfit position while he slept soundly.

Zihan slowly raised his head to open his eyes to adjust the incoming light suddenly, "Mas," he said.

Seeing her eyes and shabby face made Gibran's heart again feel pain and regret his treatment last night. "Wake up" he said gently helping Zihan to stand up.

Just a few footsteps Zihan stepped suddenly he again felt dizzy and his body collapsed in the arms of the husband. Gibran gasped in shock to find the body of the wife who had been unconscious with a swift and fast step he immediately brought Zihan's body to their room.

Laying Zihan's body on the bed, removing the veil and shoes that Zihan was still wearing. After that he rose up to look for eucalyptus oil to be applied around the nose and neck of Zihan to immediately wake up from his stings.

Zihan blinked his eyes as he smelled something that revealed his sense of smell.

"Sleep" Gibran said as he watched Zihan rise from his lying position.

Gibran left just like that leaving Zihan who was still lying weakly helpless.

"That's how you are, Mas left me who is now in this state," softly tears did not feel back flooding his face that was already pale.

The sound of the door handle opening greeted Zihan's clumsily as he wiped away his tears, 'You're back, Mas,' his inner smile happily found the husband coming back in front of him.

Gibran came with a tray of water and some bread and medicine for his wife. He helped Zihan to sit down, "Eat," he said, thrusting a loaf of bread before Zihan.

Zihan shook his head not wanting his tongue to taste bitter and refused the food Gibran was offering.

"Eat!" he firmly does not want to accept rejection or objection from Zihan.

So Zihan took the loaf of bread out of Gibran's hand and put it in his mouth.

"Mas, drink" he said as he whispered but Gibran could still catch what his wife had said.

"I have to go to work there was a sudden meeting this morning" he said after Zihan took the medicine given by him.

Zihan just nodded resignedly, "Yes, Mas."

"Assalamualaikum," he said.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," said Zihan greeted the back of Gibran's hand. Zihan was stunned by the shock of seeing Gibran who had left just like that without having the chance to kiss his forehead as usual.

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Upon arriving at Gibran's office, sitting weakly on the sofa in his room, he rubbed his face rough, "Gue hates this kind of situation" he said in frustration.

Tired up! Yes, Gibran is tired of facing the stubbornness that Zihan has. It's always like this when it comes to the job that Zihan is in and loves so much.

Resign! That's all Gibran wants, not without reason he told Zihan to stop working but it's all because of the physical condition of Zihan who lately always drop because his work is always piling up. Departing early in the morning and often returning home late at night, it is what makes Gibran increasingly worried about the health of his wife. There have been various ways he did so that Zihan was willing to quit his job but still the result is nothing.

Living the household is not as easy as it looks a lot of small pebbles that block not infrequently also the big stone blocking the steps of the household heresy that lived. Being the head of the family and the household priest makes it a lot to learn again on the papah and father-in-law. Facing the stubborn nature of his wife makes him out of sense maybe even out of stock patience.

The sound of knocking on the door awakened Gibran from his daydream about the household problems that were now approaching him.

"Lake in!" his word and showing the figure of a woman who is none other than Saras-dectarinya.

"Sorry sir, there are some files that must be signed" he said.

"Save it on the table" Gibran said.

Sarah kept the files, "I'm sorry, sir fifteen more minutes of meeting will be held," he said and immediately left Gibran's room after he left first to his boss.

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Zihan felt his entire body ache and his head throbbing violently. Being at home alone is something she doesn't like very much. Bored! Yes, now that he felt enjoying his pain alone with a wide gaping wound in the chest cavity made him feel even more extraordinary pain.

Physique was certain and now his heart also felt the same pain even more severe. Given the treatment and the beat that Gibran gave him, it was very painful.

What should I choose? Job or wedding? I can't choose between the two, because I want both. Life is a choice! his inner voice was so that Zihan immediately decided his choice.

I love you but I love my job too. If only you had breast-fed to allow me to continue my career how happy I would be to be next to you. Heart screams.

Should I leave him whom I love?