I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 28 | Luka I

“The injury is still greeting even now worse than before. Household drama colored by parental infighting becomes a very torturous thing.”

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Day by day, Zihan's condition was in decline, mentally shaken and

he had to stay in the hospital. Husband and both parents

his father-in-law faithfully accompanied and accompanied. However, there are now only Gibran, Windi, Pratama, and Yulia who accompany Zihan because Prasetya is taking care of the branch office in place of his son temporarily. For three days he lay weakly on the sick bed. No, not his body that was shaken, but his soul that was extremely depressed.

“Eat first well.” I don't know how many times the persuasion Gibran throws. But still the head he got. “Slightly aja, Han.” The mother persuaded her eldest daughter.

“Neither want, Bun,” refuse him who has no appetite or appetite in the least.

“Eat continues to take medicine so you can get well,” added Gibran without giving up thrusting a spoon of porridge to his wife.

“I said 'not well 'no!” it was full of emphasis. His emotions

she is unstable and the words spoken by her mother and husband are truly

provoking his emotions that he had been holding back.

“Ya, you rest aja.” Gibran resigned not wanting to force his wife again.

“You don't like that, son,” said Pratama after Gibran left the nursery room occupied by Zihan.

Zihan doesn't like this, he's like a weak girl who can't

anything at all. A failed and inappropriate wife is called a dream wife. Her heart was broken, the slump made her unable to regulate the emotions that always overflowed to the surface, even more so if she faced her husband Gibran, the guilt was always entrenched and the flesh in her heart.

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“It is not appropriate for a wife to yell and treat her husband like anything

what your wife does, even more so in front of both her parents and in-laws.

Where is your pride as a husband?!” Yulia ignited the emotion of seeing

his youngest son was treated thus by his son-in-law and wife of the son

his flower.

“Zihan is not wrong Gibran, Mah,” said Gibran who did not accept his wife was cornered even by her mother though.

“This is all because of Mamah!” sergeant Gibran suddenly. Yulia was silent for a long time not understanding the sanctions her son had given her. “Mamah?”

“Iya, if only Mamah did not neken Zihan. Zihan can't be in the hospital. Selfish mama always attach great importance to Mama's wishes!” Gibran spoke with a red face extinguished with the anger that controlled him.

Now they are in front of the care room of Zihan, the state of the hospital is quite quiet and

only a few people passed by indifferently, seeing the heated debate

between the mother and the child. “Egois?” Yulia's tongue could not let out many words, this was the first time Gibran dared to fight with her.

“Mamah is a woman just like Zihan, but why is Mom like this?! At

my heart, pregnancy is a sensitive thing for a woman

already have a household. Mama shouldn't interfere in the home business

my ladder is just because Mamah wants the presence of a grandchild!” exclaiming Gibran took out all the uneg-uneg that stuck in his heart.

“Since when did you dare to speak with such a high tone as Mamah. Since when?!” Yulia did not accept and did not think through all her son's words. Is it wrong for him to ask his son and daughter-in-law for a grandchild?

“Is it wrong that Mamah wants a grandson from Mamah's own son and son-in-law. Is wrong?!”

“The Wrong Way of Mamah.” Gibran said he did not accept.

“If Zihan had not been a career woman maybe now she is pregnant and even giving birth. Your time is wasted because you are too active to work and look for treasures!” sickened Yulia took out her assumption. If only it filled his brain.

“Why Mom brings up the past. It's all nothing to do with it!” Gibran re-ignited emotions, guilt that just disappeared just like that

when he heard Yulia's words that made his wife a suspect.

“Obviously something to do. You are too selfish and career-minded than

giving Mamah happiness!”

Gibran's emotions were running high but he remembered that the one before him was now his own mother, it was not appropriate for them to be like this.

Selfish? I think you need to look at yourself, who is selfish of me or Mama?

the regret slid free from his lips. “Jaga greeting Mamah!”

Gibran stood up and looked at Yulia's bead with a sharp glint and deep disappointment. Why did her mother come to heart to speak words that made her hurt?

“So you regret giving your blessing to your son, so?! And I'm far away

more sorry for having let my daughter live with such a family

you guys!” Windi came suddenly with an emotion he could not contain

any more. He couldn't bear to hear the daughter-in-law's debate

his iron.

“Mother,” wail Gibran as he listened to the sharp and spicy words of the in-laws.

“Gibran can explain everything. This is not what Mother thought,” beg Gibran to feel his world as if destroyed instantly.

Windi displayed his slanted smile to his son-in-law and his besi. “I should never have given you the blessing to marry my daughter!” windi said that once full of emotion even more emphasis on every word.

Windi disappeared along with the sound of the door being closed so tightly and loud enough, that it caused a rough bang. Gibran sits on top

the coldness of the floor when the door of the room closed again and swallowed the body of the in-laws.

Julia approached her son, rubbing the head of his son. However, Gibran quickly brushed his mother's arm away. “What, Mamah satisfied?! Here, ‘kan Mama want?!”

Julie's heart heated up, she was never treated by Gibran as she is today. She felt heartache for her son's treatment but she also realized that she was also taking part in the pain that her daughter-in-law was experiencing. Not only his son-in-law but also his youngest son. His heart seemed to soften but logic seemed to refuse.

“Just because of Zihan you snapped and blamed Mamah?! Do you realize what you are saying?! Mom is your parents. People who are pregnant,

give birth, and raise you until now, and become a husband of the woman you love.” Yulia was sad

mention his last word.

There is not a single parent who intends and intends to hurt and

hurt his son and daughter. The deep affection seems blinding. And with Julia, she was blinded only by her ambition and

selfishness within. Seeing his friends who are always cool talking about grandchildren and not infrequently they invite his grandchildren and daughter-in-law when they gather. Then how are you doing with her? He is only able to watch and be a loyal audience and listener. Envied? Perhaps more precisely that feeling that dominates and blinds the eyes of his heart to the heart that makes his son-in-law hurt because of the act and selfishness himself.

Gibran lowered his head to hide his face between the curves of the legs he had folded. He was so stifled and emotionally charged that he unconsciously snapped and spoke impolitely with his own mother. This was the first time she had been like this to her mother, suddenly a guilt and heartless feeling infiltrated into her chest cavity.

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The door to Zihan's ward opened and featured Pratama running so fast and hastily. Sontak makes Gibran and Yulia enter the room that Zihan occupied.

“What happened?” Gibran asked with concern.

“Go to you!” Windi was tired of seeing the face of his son-in-law and his iron.

“But, Bun---” Greetings Gibran

it was cut short when a doctor and some nurses told them all

exiting.

“Mothers and Moms can wait outside.”

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Windi sobbed in Pratama's arms. “Stop your heart everything will be fine,” said pratama trying to calm his wife.

“Everything because of them, Mas,” Windi pointed angrily at Yulia and Gibran who were opposite him.

“Istigfar, Bun istigfar control yourself,” said Pratama reminded his wife.

The silent face was clearly visible before his eyes, and the cry that Gibran could not be weary anymore when he heard the words of the in-laws who blamed him.

“Excuse Gibran, Father, Mother.” Gibran sat on the floor with Pratama and Windi sitting on a chair.

“Wake up, Son all this is already God's destiny.” Pratama spoke and raised his daughter-in-law's body. If only emotions solved the problem perhaps he would give a raw bogeman to his son-in-law. However, he did not want to be rash, emotions will only add new things in his family problems.

“Go you! Go!” windi shouted hysterically. Yulia violently pulled her son away from the hospital. Despite

Gibran thrashed not want to follow his step mamah.

“Come home,” Pratama's word that does not want to invite much attention, and inevitably Gibran obey the request of his father-in-law.