I Turned Him in a Third Night

I Turned Him in a Third Night
Part 25 | Run



“Running or silence is an option in the face of problems. And I prefer to run with the aim to entertain myself.”


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Holidays are finally approaching, replacing tired and boring days. Free days for anyone who is tired of working, as well as Gibran finally he can breathe a sigh of relief after a full week of work and lost a little time together with his beloved wife.


“Liat deh, Mas the actor is very handsome,” pointed to Zihan who is now focusing on staring at a television screen featuring an ftv (television film) aired on one of Indonesia's private television stations.


“By also, Mas it's really nothing if dibandingin with me,” sahutnya feel rivaled with a handsome actor who so his wife idolized.


“I smell the smells of pangs and jealousy,”, said Zihan with a smile of his jail.


“Which is illegal aja diliatin halal turn even considered,” said Gibran not so


likes to see the wife who is too idolizing the actor who is always wara-wiri


in front of the television. Zihan did not respond to him instead returned to focus on staring at the television screen with sparkling eyes and a fluffy smile that never faded


adorn her beautiful face.


“Ih, kok was even killed anyway,” his grunts were upset at the husband who suddenly turned off the television, even though the screen was showing the handsome and handsome face of his favorite actor.


Gibran did not respond, he instead hid the remote behind his body so that the wife had trouble taking it.


“Mas,” sulking for the husband to give away his remote.


“Your eyes have seen too much of what you shouldn't have seen,”


Gibran.


“I just watched ftv, what's wrong, Mas?” refute Zihan who is still in a row wants to turn on the television again.


“Try to see the actors and actresses who played there. They look at each other, hold hands, even embrace when they are not halal to do all that,” explained Gibran when he turned on the flat screen again.


“They, ‘kan just acting doang, Mas. What's wrong try?” sela Zihan is still faithful


defending the idol. “Indeed they are only acting and acting but what


what they did was wrong. They shouldn't have interaction


exaggeration between men and women, it's called khalwat and it's


banned in islam.”


As in the hadith of Jabir bin Abdillah radhiyallahu ‘anhuma :


 “Whosoever believes in Allah and the last day, he shall never enter into a relationship with a woman without her mahram, for the devil will accompany them (CHR. Ahmed)


“Do not watch too many shows that do not have their benefits,” advice Gibran on his wife.


“They act not only alone. Many of his television crew so they do not khalwat dong,” sahutnya still keukeuh.


There was a long breath of Gibran. “Indeed there are many people involved in the production process but still they are alone who play an active role


in that movie and they shouldn't be.”


“Mas life it needs entertainment so it is not monotonous, and it can entertain me from


lonely,” bela Zihan still defending his idol.


“Don't say that every working day you watch it so,” Gibran's survey is suspicious and certainly appropriate


goal.


Zihan only displayed a row of his teeth white and clean and before long


her head nodded doubtfully, afraid that the husband would lecture her seven days


“Mas wants one thing for you, but you have to answer honestly and nothing


sneeze again,” said Gibran to the


point. Zihan just nodded his head assuring him, because he was focused


watching television shows.


“Tv aja dipantengin turn, Mas diganggurin,” chirps Gibran who saw Zihan is still busy himself staring at the television screen.


“Udah anyway, Mas if you want to say yes just talk. The responsibility is again exciting,” said Zihan is still reluctant to turn his face away from the television screen.


“Oke, so don't expect tomorrow you can watch tv again!” threaten Gibran.


“The basis of his work disturbs the pleasure I mulu,” grumbled Zihan was still upset with Gibran who had just turned off the television this morning when only one segment he


watched it.


With laziness and ogah-ogahan he turned his body to face the husband who put a face of victory while Zihan put on an unpleasant face.


“What?” the question is because Gibran never opened his mouth even though his eyes were itching to immediately see the continuation of the badminton match.


Gibran took a breath and exhaled it roughly. “What has made you these past few days dream a lot?” gibran asked straight to the point, he wanted to hear the reason directly from the wife's mouth. Zihan immediately looked at Gibran's bead eyes in disbelief at what her husband had just asked. She could only look down deeply after getting a deadly sharp look from her husband's eyes. Just now she tried not to think about it but her husband instead went back to remind her.


'Why should it be, Mas, ' his mind does not like to get pitched questions


interrogation from her husband.


“Jawab, Zihan night bengong,” reprimand Gibran who never get an answer from Zihan.


'What should I say? Is


I have to be honest and say everything?'  He had a confused monologue in his heart.


Gibran held his wife's chin so that she could look at the look on his beloved wife's face.


“Say everything,”. Zihan shook his head slowly with a request


her husband, he's scared.


“Nothing, Mas.” Gibran sighed harshly with the stubbornness his wife had.


“Is it because your Mom is like this?” ask Gibran on target.


The deg! Zihan's heart seemed to be dislodged and slumped from its place. His mind wondered in disbelief as if to ask, ‘know where?’


“Do not think too much about Mamah's request that is too excessive,” he said after not getting a response. Zihan seemed to be back invited to the hall a few months ago when he visited the residence of the in-laws. A warm welcome he got from both his in-laws and his sister-in-law. Guilt for oneself now dominates. Can I fulfill my in-laws request? That was the big question mark in him.


“Sorry,” said Zihan did not feel tears have now flowed so swiftly. Gibran removed the clear liquid from both corners of his wife's eyes. “Allah not yet


deign to leave the little angel to fill the household void


we.”


She grew sobbing hearing what her husband said. “Sorry,” the rearrangement of guilt and fear further overwhelms him. Gibran held Zihan's body into his arms.


“God willing there will be a time when this house is crowded with the sound of the cry of our little angel.” Zihan simply nodded his head and guaranteed her husband's prayer.


Sometimes humans are strange and feel dissatisfied with what is in sight. Single people are always asked when to get married? Persons who have


married always asked when have a momongan? And people already have a baby will still get the question when to add? I think those questions will continue to grow and grow, and


without them realizing the questions can be mental


someone is down and down. We should as a servant not always question the destiny that God has laid down enough for us to enjoy it with the course of life that God has planned.