I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 21 | Removes Homes

“Feel as a guest at the parents' own residence. And feel like a stranger in

the residence of the in-laws. That's what I feel right now.”

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Zihan awoke in exactly one third of the night to perform the highly recommended sunnah prayer. Realizing that he was in his room now made him a little astonished but after finding the husband who was asleep next to him made a sweet arch rise on his lips.

“Mas woke up,” he said patting his husband's arm slowly. Slowly Gibran began

blinked his eyes and then rubbed his eyes rough and he changed

his position is sitting.

“We pray tahajjud, Mas,” invite him with a smile. What they do every night after that sacred promise

he said, never once did they spend a third of the night. For they are aware that they are brought together even now united by the intervention of God and a third of the night which bears witness to the unifying unification of the love of both.

From Abu Sa’id al-Khudri Radhiyallahu anhu he said, Prophet Shallallahu

‘alaihi wa sallam said:

“Whosoever wakes up at night and he wakes his wife and they pray with two raka’at, then both will be recorded including men and women who do much remembrance to Allah.”

“Assalamualaikum warahmatullah,” greetings end their evening prayers. Pray and honor God the Owner of the Universe. Ask for forgiveness and pleasure in living life.

Kiss the back of the husband's hand solemnly and unceasingly utter words and regret for his mistakes and selfishness. Gibran could not say a word, his lips felt faint even if only

saying 'iya'. All he could do was to hold the wife's body into his arms.

Again, again, and again a third of the night became a silent witness to the love of both. Carving a name and establishing love with her beloved becomes matchless happiness. Cannot be described with words or strands of words. God unites two people who love each other on the Ridho

which He willed. God gives love not to be spread but

to guard.

The soul mate is a reflection of himself, how it is possible to want him who is very perfect

but the self is still despicable. How could he want a noble man

but the self still often forgets the religious orders. Reflect! Fix yourself not because of a soul mate but because of God. The toughest test in migrating is the Istiqomahan which sometimes falls in the middle of the road.

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“Han blue shirt where?” he shouted at the wife who was still in the bathroom. Because today is their holiday

intending to visit the residence of his parents and in-laws.

“Search in the closet, Mas,” says Zihan while opening the bathroom door with wet hair that he deliberately wrapped with a towel.

“No, Mas?” asked Zihan approached the husband who was still faithful standing in front of the closet.

Gibran shook his head slowly, he could not find the shirt he was wearing. “This,” he said took the shirt the husband was looking for tucked in between

clothes pile.

“Hehe, really I was looking there but did not meet.” He took over the shirt

it then wears it at lightning speed, to the point that he does not realize that his shirt buttons are not installed neatly. Zihan fixed the wrong Gibran shirt button. “It's real,” he said with a smile.

Gibran smiled with happiness, finally their household went back to running properly. “Udah yuk leave he said he wants to go to the house of Father, Mother, same Papah, Mamah.”

“Bent!” his screeches.

“Why?” gibran asked instead of Zihan telling him to hurry so as not to get stuck.

“Mas not see? Yes, I want to go to Daddy's house, Mommy is the same Papah, Mamah uses this,” he said.

Gibran spouted his laughter when he saw the appearance of the wife who was still wearing a towel on the head even though the ghastly had wrapped his body. Zihan was upset with the response her husband gave her. “Keep laughing, Mas until satisfied!”

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“Assalamualaikum,” greetings when visiting the residence of parents who are very loved Zihan. “Wa'alaikumussalam

Warahmatullahi wabarokatuh,” sahut Windi opened the door for the princess and

son-in-law.

Zihan immediately rushed into the embrace of the mother. A miss? Clearly that was how he felt when he was far away from his mother. “Kangen,” said he was reluctant to let go of the warm embrace of the mother he loved so much.

“Udah so wife is also still spoiled!” the father suddenly said.

“Biarin,” sahutnya who is still at home in the arms of the mother.

“Come in, Ran. Do not disturb the nostalgic anymore,” invite Pratama to the daughter-in-law.

Gibran simply nodded and followed in the footsteps of his father-in-law. It still feels awkward despite four months of status as Pratama's son-in-law he was hanging.

“Udah yuk enter, continue in dalem kangenannya,” said the mother released a hug atara them. Zihan took the arms of the mother to go to the family room where the father and husband were.

“Not make food or drink for this husband even spindles. Spoiled!” said the father saw the spoiled nature of Zihan on the mother who did not change.

“Let Mommy alone, you just sit here sweet,” said the mother who sauntered

go towards the kitchen. “Mother sitting let Zihan make drinks and food,” refuse it soft.

“Udah gih there sit let Mother aja,” said windi breezed away to the kitchen.

“You're a guest, baby, ‘kan ”have not stayed here again, joked the father. But it did manage to shake off Zihan's feelings. 'Guests?'

“Zaka to where, Yah?” asked Zihan after a few seconds of silence digesting the sentence thrown by the father.

“There is a miss,” said Zaka who just came out of his room and heard the voice of his brother who was very much missed his arrival.

“Geer,” elak Zihan, although in fact he misses his sister very much but prestige. In his early days he was ngangenin songong tengil bin magic sister like Zaka.

“Halah, say it once, Kak if kangen and miss heavy with my unyu,” he said full of confidence that is able to invite laughter crisp everyone who is in the living room.

“Wihh, seger nih kanya,” said Zaka saw some syrup brought by the mother. He immediately grabbed and pressed down on one glass of green-colored syrup.

“Automination!” cibir Zihan saw the behavior of his sister who had no change.

“Let me not Big Brother,” the bell don't want to lose.

“Tumben Kak to here. Want what?”

ask her to her sister.

“That's very nanyanya,” said Zihan nyolot responding to a question in the form of innuendo from his sister.

“Usually, Kak sensi very,” he said.

“My people are regular.”

“That's it, ‘kan amazing I'm not Big Brother,” sahut interspersed with crisp laughter. Him

really miss the figure of the brother who has always been his rival in arguing.

“You omnipresent perished is not extraordinary,” kelakar Zihan.

“Udah-already this work noisily mulu when you meet.,” lerai the mother.

“Zaka first, Bun,” bela Zihan not to blame.

“Ih, what's the big brother is also the first,” sela Zaka does not accept.

“How do you work, Nak?” pratama asked the daughter-in-law who was just silent watching the small commotion between her two children.

“Alhamdulillah smoothly, Well,” sahut Gibran then snatched the syrup made by the mother-in-law who teased the esophagus that already feels dry like a barren field.

“How do you work, Han?” tanya Pratama now turns to the princess who has the nickname of the acute work enthusiast.

That career woman is what Zihan has always been great about since he was a child.

Zihan laughed considering the inner struggle that occurred yesterday, when he met with Zahra to pour out his heart about his household. However,

zahra laughed at herself. And with determination, he finally went to his place of work with a statement that he declared he would resign. Fellow Zihan questions the reasons for what led him to decide to quit his job. However, he can only say that now he is not as free as before while still single, now there is a husband who is ready to provide and must he serve all his needs. With a heavy heart all of his co-workers accepted Zihan's decision.

Zihan returns home with a map stating that he has stopped

works. However, it turns out that when he returned home did not find the figure of the husband, even until late at night and until he slept on the sofa even Gibran has not also revealed the trunk of his nose. In the hope of their household returning intact and harmonious without any small pebbles in the way.

Zihan was silent for a moment before answering his father's question, “Resign, Yah.”

Zaka's laughter melted away when he heard the brother's answer that sounded like a joke. 

‘Where might Brother Zihan resign from work? Impossible,’ his inner self does not believe.

“You're serious, Han?” now the mother is speaking. Zihan just nodded weakly

in response. Then he looked at the smiling face of his husband.

“Alhamdulillah,” thanks the father and mother together.

“Kok that anyway?” zihan asked astonished by the response of his parents who even said a word of gratitude.

“What are you saying, Brother until you can make Kak Zihan stop working?" ask Zaka

enthusiastic is full of curiosity.

“Kepo!” Zihan immediately took over the question posed to the husband.

“Sorry to say well, my sister is the same Sister GIBRAN! Not Brother Zihan!"

sahut Zaka fiercely did not accept.

“Dasar alay language has given chili-cabean goceng that nangkring in the streets,” pengibir Zihan heard his only sister competing in English with the typical style of children today.

“Zihan!” reprimand the husband so that Zihan stops his debate with his sister. Zihan could only sigh in resignation and silence a thousand languages.

“Wihhh, Brother Gibran great can naklukin Kak Zihan who is already rich tigress who is ready to pounce,” said Zaka hyperbola and it makes Zihan more arrogant.

'Well, if there is none, Mas Gibran finished you are the same brother!' Zihan

full of warning.

“Kabur ah, briefly again there is a mosquito,” he said ngacir go to the room when looking

the brother's sharp eyes pointed at his eyeballs.

“Zakaaaaaaaaa!!” shouted Zihan who was able to make the eardrum damaged. Contact everything directly close the ears while shaking the head.