I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 20 | Options

“Life is an option, even if it is very difficult. Survive it? or Release?”

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It's almost late at night but Gibran still hasn't shown his nose either. The worried look on his face was now clearly on Zihan's face. Not as usual

husband comes home late like this. There have been dozens of calls and messages that Zihan sent but still he did not receive a response or reply.

Not long after the sound of the door opened from the outside with a swift Zihan rising from the

he sat down to welcome the husband home. “Mas just got home in the hour

this way?” tanyakanya.

“Is it only you who can come home late at night?” the insinuations that managed to hit the feelings of Zihan.

The deg! His world seemed to collapse instantly as those spicy words came out of the mouth of someone he loved dearly. “Bu ... not ... so... Mas,” refuted Zihan held back the roar of breath and the cry that was about to explode.

“Then?” in short. “Not like

usually, I come home late at night like this. What, Mas a lot of work in the office?”

his tan tried to melt the gripping atmosphere between them.

“It looks like you have to get used to me who will constantly come home late at night,” concluded that immediately went by leaving the wife who is still in a place of disbelief with what was just said by

her husband's. I have to make a choice and a decision. I'm tired if

it should be treated like this. His determination.

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I don't know how many days they've kept each other quiet. There is not the slightest intention between the two to communicate with each other and open themselves so that all problems can be solved. The ego of both of them are too high to feel right with each other is the main thing that triggers a protracted problem between them. The two hold each other's feelings but are hindered by ego alone. Prestigiousness also contributed to their problems.

“Until when should we be like this?” asked Zihan felt uncomfortable

a household like this.

“I should be like you!” he said still with a towering ego, very very high.

“I?” sihan's great-grandson did not understand the mindset of the husband who both had a high level of selfishness with him. 

“All decisions are in your hands,”. “You're selfish, Mas!”

“I? Selfish? It seems you are the same as me. If you could do that

why not with me,” he said like not to lose. Gibran immediately left

just left Zihan somehow for the umpteenth time. Always was

like that leaving each other at a time when the debate was going on.

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Looks like you have to get used to me constantly going home late at night. Words are like broken tapes that keep circling in his head and mind, like not knowing the word tired or rest even if only

just second. The problem between them instead of improving is even getting worse

complicated, nobody wants to give up. Both maintain ego and prestige.

Zihan thought living a household with a friend who has known for years can go well without knowing the word problem or debate. However,

in fact, now it does not correspond to what is thought by reason and logic.

“Say you want to tell me the same story but this is even dumb?” the Gerrutu Zahra

from that moment on, upset that Zihan never delivered his intention to invite him

meet. Both are currently in one of the cafes in the area

Zihan let out a long sigh and threw it away violently. “Gue tired, Ra,” down. Zahra was seen linking her eyebrows confusedly not understanding what her best friend had just said.

Catching a look of confusion on the face of the friend he finally said, “Gue confused, Mas Gibran told me to resign 

workings. I don't want to and will never want.”

Hearing Zihan's curse even made Zahra giggle amused when she heard Zihan calling Gibran 

It feels strange and amused.

“Since when did you call Gibran ‘Mas’? Not all of you, brother? The akang? The yayank? Mbeb?” he said interspersed with crisp laughter that made a red hue on Zihan's face. Embarrassedly, 

that's what Zihan is feeling right now.

Zahra's laughter again broke when she saw a red tinge of blushing on both cheeks

her best friend. “Awas, Han bawar again loe face exploded tuh because of the heat,” ledeknya.

Zihan spontaneously patted his cheeks that felt hot because of the actions of his best friend's jail.

“Udah dong, Ra don't laugh mulu,” upset.

“Iya.. yes.. sorry deh, Han abisnya loe funny anyway so aja until blushing,” he said after his laughter began to subside.

“Gue so curious, what call Gibran make loe. The yank? The bebs? Honey? A bunny? Sweety?” his murmurs who get the death pinch from the friend.

'Gue wasn't that alay that time, Zahra.' Zihan saturate the sebal.

“Can't really loe seriously! Just a moment if I invite you to vent,” the cetus.

“Cause, Han is rich on the beach, selow is rich on the island,” joked Zahra wants to make Zihan a little entertained and forget for a moment the problems that plagued her best friend.

“Gue as your best friend can only support whatever your decision. But I hope that loe's decision is the best for your household. Don't let loe

wrong take steps and will have a bad impact on the fate of your household

same Gibran,” said seriously grasping hands Zihan tightly channeling

power to Zihan.

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Exactly ba'da ashar Zihan returned home, cleaned his body first and

she then went to the kitchen to cook dinner for her and her husband. The sound of meandering the Maghrib azan stopped the cooking activities of Zihan, he immediately went to rush to take ablution to perform his three rakaat prayers.

She returned to the kitchen to arrange dinner at the dinner table and waited for her husband's arrival. However, until nine p.m., Gibran had not yet revealed his nose.

The words of the husband again filled her brain, it turned out to be true what had been said by her husband now she returned home late at night. The food that had been held at the dinner table was cold and, but he did not intend to eat it even though his stomach was screaming for filling.

After dozens of calls and messages sent to her husband received no response at all she decided to wait for Gibran in the living room while watching television. Several times his mouth yawned to hold the sleepiness that is now felt, as much as possible he had to wake up until the husband came home from work. But it looks like sleepiness has mastered until he is now asleep on the long sofa in the living room.

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At about twelve o'clock in the evening Gibran set foot in the house in a state of chaos. Sleeve shirt that has been rolled up until the elbow and face bent.

Open the door slowly hoping that the wife does not lock it and turns out

the door is not locked. Seeing the wife sleeping on the sofa in a curled position there was a little regret and guilt lodged in her heart. However, soon he was tepis because the ego is not in line with his heart. Intending to wake Zihan but scrapped when he saw a map lying on the table, with high curiosity he finally opened the map and read a piece of paper inside.

Doubt and fear now spread to his heart.  Opening something without permission

the owner was the thing he had avoided the most but out of curiosity

now, he even intends to open and even read it. Suddenly fear rushes into the recesses of his heart, not what he fears, but now fear dominates him. Slowly but surely he began to open the map and how shocked and surprised he was as he read the contents of the paper inside it. 

Did ya? he wondered in disbelief.