I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 26 | Disappointed

“I always kept a lot of hope and finally I reaped a lot of disappointment.”

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Zihan slept with his back to Gibran, the clear liquid just fell away

from the eye-pleaser as the shadow of the pillar of the past greeted him again. Yang

to this day, it is still clearly recorded in his memory.

“Until when to wait, Gibran?” sergeant Yulia when they visited her residence a few months ago.

“Only time can answer it, Mah,” replied Gibran not so fond of Yulia's request that was too pressuring his wife.

“But until when?” the thrill is still strong. He was very impatient with

the presence of a tiny baby who will call her a grandmother.

“Gibran ask Mama not to ask too much and demand pity Zihan,” beg Gibran. They only spoke four eyes while Zihan was retreating to the bathroom.

But without them realizing it, Zihan was holding back the tightness and crying that he could no longer contain. “Maafin Zihan, Mah,” watered with tears.

However, he quickly went back to wiping away his tears, and neutralizing the mimic

his face looks ordinary.

Zihan was well aware of the worries and fears his mother-in-law was experiencing.

The household they built has been almost a year but the presence of the baby has not been seen until now. She failed at being a wife and

women who have not been able to bring offspring to their husbands and families.

Gibran grabbed the wife's body. “Everything will be fine. Don't be too thoughtful about Mamah's request,” whispered right next to Zihan's ear when he heard a soft sobbing from his beloved wife's lips. Gibran felt what his wife felt, because not only was Zihan depressed but he was also embarrassed by Yulia's demands to interfere too much with her domestic affairs.

Zihan just nodded. Almost every night his sleep is disturbed just because the memory is so strong. 

Will God be willing to grant his prayers and wishes?

Several times they tried to do a medical examination and the doctor always stated both are in good condition. But why does reality always make him feel pain and disappointment? When can he fly free with the beautiful wings of his happiness?

Zihan has had a late period 

and hormonal changes in him. However, it turns out that these are not signs of pregnancy. And that fact is enough to hit his soul and body, and make a sense of parno and fear that is excessive in him, when it comes to pregnancy and heredity.

“Peace with your fear. Be bold, God knows what is best for you,” the words of the mother are etched in her memory, and it treats her a little bit of grief and anxiety.

Two very different middle-aged women that one demands perfection. However,

one perfected the lack amid the fragility and pain that Zihan felt.

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The morning had greeted in place of the pitch-black night. Replacing the bright moonlight with sunlight that shines the source of life.

“Han, please find in the watch, black Mas in the drawer,” Gibran said before entering the bathroom.

According to Zihan, she immediately looked for the watch her husband meant. However, his hand movements came to a halt when he found several long flattened small objects in the upper drawer. His hand took the thing.

“There, Han?” ask Gibran who's still in the bathroom doorway. Zihan gasped and then he unconsciously put one of the objects into his sleeping shirt pocket.

“This, Mas,” said Zihan a little nervous and excited and then handed over the watch that her husband asked for.

“Why you?” asked Gibran full of probes to see the strange gurgle of his wife.

“Eng..eng..gok kok ,Mas,” nervous then go into the bathroom. “Any,” muttered Gibran who was still sculpting near the bathroom door.

Inside the bathroom Zihan pensively looked at his face in front of the mirror. Staring blankly at the thing he had accidentally put in his sleep shirt pocket. His beliefs and fears seemed to blend into one. With hesitation he began to open and try it somehow for the second time. “Bismillah,”

he muttered expectantly.

After a while he silently stared and closed his eyes, finally he slowly opened his eyes, and how surprised Zihan was when he realized and saw the results.

The sound of knocking on the door shocked Zihan and without him saying anything accidentally fell down. “Han, open. You're not papa, ‘kan?” yelled Gibran worriedly because he had

his wife was in the bathroom too long.

“Bentar, Mas,” answered the

still squatting looking for the thing that had fallen out of nowhere.

Because of his anxiety and worry, Gibran opened the bathroom door that turned out to be unlocked. “You're not papa?” seloroh Gibran when he found his wife who was crouching looking for something he had just dropped accidentally.

“Eng..eng..cok papa, Mas,” reply Zihan then rise from his squat after he got the object.

“That's what?” gibran asked suspiciously with Zihan's hand hidden behind his body.

“Bu...bu..not anything kok,” nervous who is getting tighter holding the object. Gibran is increasingly suspicious of the girly shown by his wife, which is increasingly

it provoked curiosity in him.

“Udah yuk, Mas not good long in the bathroom,” invite Zihan try to be ordinary. Gibran did not bother him, he just kept trying to achieve something

hidden by his wife.

“Dapet,” cries happily after getting what Zihan just hid. However, the look on his face changed instantly when he realized what was inside his hand.

Zihan immediately lowered his head in capturing a different look from her husband. Gibran immediately grabbed Zihan's body into his arms. “Still, Darling thanks.”

Zihan immediately let go of the hug his husband gave him when he heard his thanks. 'Thank you for all your failures as a wifeit's your point, Mas.’

“Line two, Han line two!” the scream shook both of Zihan's shoulders.

'Stop! Don't entertain me with lies!' his mind was in disbelief, clearly just a line he saw. Zihan smiled smirkingly at her current husband

it shows its happy hue. “Sorry.”

Gibran knitted his eyebrows together not understanding the wife's apology. “Sorry, Mas again I make you disappointed,” he continued down deep. Gibran shook his head raising Zihan's pointy chin to look at him.

“Liat!” Zihan flabbergasted in disbelief, then shook his head weakly. “Can't be!”

Line two? But he saw only one line. Hey wake up. Were his eyes already minus until they saw wrong? Or

Gibran is expecting too much?