I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 23 | Weird II

“Males who have a sense of responsibility will go home with the smell of perfume wry fatigue, not even with the smell of women's perfume.”

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“Assalamualaikum,” greetings Gibran while opening the door looking for the whereabouts of the wife who was left to work alone.

“Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, how come home late anyway?” tanyanya, which makes the husband chuckle.

“Many work Dear,” brightly answer the question of the wife.

“Mas shower first gih,” his order smelled the wry aroma of the husband's body. “Yes later,” said Gibran who was reluctant to bathe even though sweat had flooded and a sticky feeling had been attached to his body. Tiredness made him forget something he always held in high regard. Bathing, yes Gibran including a very very

loves hygiene.

“Bau tau, Mas,” said Zihan so that the husband quickly clean his body. Instead of

obeying the words of Gibran's wife, he grabbed his wife's body and hid her head behind his armpits. Slutty!

Zihan beat her husband's back to release him from the smell of a wry smell that could damage his sense of smell. Gibran instead laughed triumphantly at his wife.  “Detach, Mas freelance!” because I was out of breath.

Realizing that his wife was out of breath, Gibran finally released Zihan. “Bau tau, Mas slovenly base,” Zihan sneer after loose and free.

“You should be grateful,” he said which made a confused frown on Zihan's forehead.

“Thankful of the mana, Mas can-can I buried,” said Zihan upset and ngasal.

“Hush... really careless when talking,” reprimand. “Abisnya anyway, Mas nyebelin came home from work even rich so!”

“Still mending Mas home from work smell wry than the smell of fragrant women,” chandanya.

“Ih, that's what it is. Look at it all by the way, it's so rich!” Oysters

Zihan brushed when he heard what her husband had just said.

“Kidding, darling it's impossible, Mas rich is just that. One time not abis time to add more,” kekehnya.

“These are not funny!” He went straight to the sink to wash his face that had been contaminated by the husband's armpits.

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“Mas, pay attention lately you dream a lot,” he said, now they are in the middle

be in the room.

“Cieee attention ni well,” joked Zihan who like to divert the conversation. “Apaan anyway, Mas serious!”

“Ah, no fun!” sela Zihan did not want to discuss what the husband was questioning.

“Zihan Fahira Adinda Pratama Dengerin Mas.” He clasped Zihan's hand and looked at him fixedly. “What is the burden of your mind, it also becomes the burden of your mind. So, Mas ask the same you share with, Mas Insya Allah will slightly ease the burden of your mind.”

Zihan persisted with his clamor digesting every word that came out of her husband's mouth. “Mas know not?” ask her husband. Gibran

her head. “He doesn't know, ‘kan I don't tell you,” kekehnya with in jingi

crisp laughter.

“Kok didn't laugh anyway?” grunts because the husband even displays a flat face.

“Thou shalt not covertly hide something from, Mas,” Gibran said.

Zihan racked his brain thinking of looking for another topic of conversation. Ting! Finally

he found an idea he considered 

genius.  “Tadi Zahra here he sprained the same I because I work,” he said remembered with the arrival of Zahra this morning.

“That's not what you want, I hear from your mouth,” is always not affected by

the wife's words.

Zihan was speechless, his mouth was too faint to speak. “What's bothering your mind?” The same question again Gibran.

“Nothing, Mas,” said Zihan covered up what really happened. “Mistake no more,‘you mean,” as well.

“Tick, Mas,” said Zihan to avoid the husband's question. “Sleep,” his word does not want to dig deeper into what his wife is hiding.

'What disturbs your mind, ' his mind wonders confused no

know.

Zihan immediately poured down his body and closed his eyes so that the husband would no longer

fill it with various questions. However, drowsiness never greeted his eyes he even repeatedly flipped through his body in order to sleep.

“You why the hell? From that moment the movements were unclear. Grasaks are not clear, it is rich in worms overheating,” said Gibran who is now sitting in front of his desk

read some of the files he will present tomorrow. Gibran work table

neatly laid out facing the bed so what his wife did could be seen clearly

“Can't sleep,” answers wake up from sleep and sit leaning on the head of the bed.

“So he said sleepy, but now say can't sleep, which one is it?” Zihan did not answer the husband's question, he stepped foot out of his bed.

“Where to?” ask Gibran. “Laper wants to eat,” he replied and then walked to the kitchen to find something that could block his stomach that suddenly rumbling.

“Sleeping, laper, weird,” Gibran murmured after his wife lost her bedroom door.

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After arriving at the kitchen Zihan immediately rummaged through the contents of the refrigerator looking for something he could cook or eat. However, as a result he found nothing. Finally he entered the room again with deep disappointment.

“Udah eat it?” gibran asked after seeing the wife sitting quietly by the bed. Zihan shook his head weakly in response. Honestly, he was very hungry when he had dinner.

“Why?” tanyanya while cleaning up the files scattered on the table and after that approached the wife.

“The empty fridge has nothing to eat or cook, ” complained Zihan to the husband who is now sitting sweetly next to him.

“You haven't shopped well,” search Gibran. They had dinner with the food Gibran had bought at the restaurant. Zihan cengengesan responded to the words of the husband who was very on target. “Lupa, Mas.”

Gibran can only shake his head. “Ya let it go, Mas buy you food. Wanted

purchased what?” Zihan seemed to think for a moment. “Martabak is rich, Mas.”

Gibran nodded and got up to pick up the keys of the car lying on the bedside nightstand. “Don't be long, Mas.” his remembrance who got a thumbs up from the husband.

After a few minutes of waiting finally the long-awaited came with one

the crackle bag contains the chocolate martabak of his order. Zihan immediately opened the box that wrapped the martabak and devoured it with lightning speed.

“Slow down,” Gibran's thoughts on his wife. Zihan just nodded in response, he was too lulled by the thrills of martabak that teased the faith.

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“Mas I want monthly shopping,” said Zihan asking permission amid breakfast activities

the morning. “Let's go, Mas the inter,”.

Zihan nodded in understanding. “Yes already, Mas depart well, assalamualaikum,” pampitnya.

“Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh,” replied Zihan kissed the back of the husband's hand and then replied with a warm kiss on his forehead.

Like the usual days after the husband goes to work he will definitely do various kinds of housewives activities. Started washing clothes,

washing dishes, sweeping, mopping and a host of other homework.

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In accordance with what was planned earlier this morning, Gibran went home at four in the afternoon and immediately went to plunge gas into a super market to buy some kitchen needs and the like. With the faithful Gibran pushed

trolley that has been filled with a lot of groceries.

“Their arms already have a hand in hand with each other,” said a woman who approached Gibran and Zihan who was choosing a number of household needs. “Syirik sign unable,” sahut Zihan respond.

“Syrik? Not yeah,” as it is.

“Eh there, Nak Zihan with Gibran here,” said a woman the same age as her mother who was with the woman who approached the couple.

“Hehe Yes, Tan again monthly shopping,” Zihan said. Gibran just smiled kindly

responding.

“We first well Ra, Tan,” says Zihan to Zahra and Hanna. Yes, the two women of different generations that they met accidentally were Zahra and also her mother. Zihan and Gibran sauntered away towards the cashier to pay for all their groceries.

“Gak ngiri like Zihan, Ra,” always Hanna after Zihan and Gibran lost from

outlook.

“Gak!” sahut Zahra was lazy to respond to the words of the umi that would end with a question 'When is marriage?' it was everyday food for him. But sometimes he was confused, why almost everyone asked him the same thing. About sustenance, soul mate, and death is the secret of Allah and why is it still questioned to him who knows nothing. Ask God who knows everything.

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Arriving at Zahra's house immediately shut himself in the room. Along the way from the super market to the house, Hanna is constantly raving about things, soul mate, soul mate, and mate. And it made Zahra's head turn seven.

“Say ask prospective ghosts turn brought tuh prospective ghosts even rejected raw,” grumbled Zahra upset. He once introduced a man to his parents but received a raw repulsion from his father. 

“There are still a lot of men out there why should he,” as well as rejecting the men who the princess brought. Sometimes Zahra thought, what the shortcomings of the man she introduced to her parents. Handsome, established, and faithful isn't that the complete package that has always been a dream? But why did his father refuse and did not agree to it.

“It is easy for his sister to disappear on your wedding day and does not rule out the possibility that he will also do similar things to humiliate our family for the second time.” Those were the words of Prawira's rejection to Galang, the man Zahra loved and the older brother of Gibran who had humiliated his family.

Zahra and Hanna may be able to make peace with the bitter past but not with Prawira who is embarrassed by everyone who always talks about her family. This is, that is, this is how it is, and there are many more people around the place where he lives.  Prawira could bear it if it only mocked her as a father who failed to deliver his daughter to the marriage stage. But it turns out that not only himself but his children and wife and extended family became a hot topic of conversation and material

gossiping. And that's what Prawira can't take for granted.

“Abi will find a much better man than him.” That's what the father said that always bothered Zahra's mind. He always asks why his love story is not as easy and beautiful as he hoped and dreamed?

If you have tried to open your heart, you must be ready to set your heart. It is the law of nature that cannot be avoided from the love that is spread. No one knows if his story will end happily or even languish. Everything is the secret of God, the true owner of love.