I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 2 | Debt

"Your debt is nothing to you but to me more than anything. Your debt is priceless with digits or ringgit but your debt concerns Hearts and Feelings that you incised a few seconds ago."

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Silence no one opened his voice after Gibran said a word that was able to make Zihan soar and then fall into the earth's crust. Tearing down Zihan's heart and feelings, breaking down his defenses that had harbored feelings for years. And now when he feels his love will be avenged a new fact is obtained, that this is just a joke.

Conscious Zihan is conscious! He might not like you he just nganggep loe best friend. Not more!

"Zihan's... Zihan's... Zihan Fahira Adinda Pratama!" yelled Gibran somehow for how many times.

Suddenly Zihan was shocked when he found a noise that was so deafening. "I.. i.. i. iyah what?" stuttered.

"Bengong mulu from earlier. New kesambet know the taste of loe," he said as if nothing had happened a few minutes ago.

'Gue has arrived, Ran. Jinn iprit's love in front of me.' Zihan.

"Gue just knew that the work of a Zihan Fahira Adinda Pratama is bengong, bengong, and bengong already rich toothless goat." Zihan did not respond to her all he thought about was his heart and feelings that had been shattered into pieces in just an instant. He felt he had been played by his friends and loved ones.

Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya, his first love. A love that still maintains its sanctity. Only God and a third of the night know and know himself. The love in silence that he hoped would end beautifully as the love story of Sayidina Ali and Fatimah bint Muhammad.

"Zihan loe why the hell? From earlier bengong mulu. Loe's fine, right?" she waved her hands in front of Zihan's face.

"Eng.eng.eng.cok papa, Ran. I'm fine," said Zihan berkilah cover his feelings that have now been crushed dim.

"Heyy, you two are already rich dating people," said someone surprised the pair of friends.

"Zahrah!" second squeals in unison.

"Cieee really compact these two friends of mine. Yes, this is Zahra Nureni Sukma Prawira," said Zahra who instead introduced his full name and immediately sat in an empty chair next to Zihan.

Zahra, Zihan, and Gibran have been friends since they were in junior high school. To this day, we still have a good friendship. "What the hell, Ra," said Zihan denying what his best friend had just said.

"Loe from when here?" tanya Zihan switched the conversation.

Actually Zahra's intention to this place wanted to buy food for Hanna¾umiinya but it turns out he met his two best friends. And coincidentally he did intend to contact the friend to tell about the reunion event that will be held by friends during his junior high.

'Take a water dive then.' That's what he had in mind.

"From now on" he answered. Zahra immediately got up from her seat and intended to take the food order she had ordered. However, when there is a pair of hands that block his wrist. "Where are you going, Ra?" prevent Gibran.

'My gibran is here why you even hold Zahra's hand. Loe owes me the same explanation, inner Zihan.

"Lepasin, Ran," pinta Zahra but Gibran refused to let go of his hand.

"Where's Loe going?" reset Gibran.

"Where are you going, Ra?" Zihan asked his best friend.

"Let go of my hand first" he and Gibran ordered to release the check on the friend's arm.

"Gue just wanted to take food, really," he said by displaying a row of clean white teeth. Zihan and Gibran throw one another at his friend who is now a sinless whimper. Piss off!

"So you're just gonna grab some doang food?" ask Zihan to make sure. Zahra fears just to reason.

Zahra nodded steadily, reassuring her two friends who were displaying faces of disbelief.

"Why didn't you say that, Ra. I thought you were going to pull it out," complained Zihan.

"Hehe, you're both more and more afraid of losing me."

'Gue is afraid you're going away from my life, Ra, ' Gibran's inner self agrees with what Zahra just said. He holds a little admiration for one of his best friends named Zahra.

A waiter came to the three and gave Zahra a paper bag of food. "Well, I pulled it first. The food was also finished," said Zahra who had been awaited by her mother.

"I'm in such a hurry, Ra haven't had a conversation and a meal together yet." Gibran said lethargic.

"Yes, you guys continued to date her. I don't want to disturb people who are kasmaran anymore" he said with a jaily smile.

"What a date, Ra we'll be in office. Yeah, right, Han?" cetus Gibran called for support. Zihan only responded with a nod and a sweet but scarred smile behind it.

'Dad I know you don't want to and will never want to have a relationship more than just my best friend.' Again, Zihan can only.

Umi❤

Zahra go home now Umi wait, son.

The two still looked at Zahra with a sense of disbelief. "What the hell did you both see me so much. I know I'm a rich syantik Zaskia gothic. Vibrate blending over eyelashes Inces Syahrini. Moreover, my body is already rich model of the mother-forming scratching board," he said.

Gibran and Zihan stared intently at Zahra. "Viss, I've been waiting for Nyokap," said Zahra staring at the horror of his two best friends.

"Daahhh guys I unplug first yah byyy. Assalamualaikum." Zahra immediately went off after hearing the greetings from her two best friends. "Wa'alaikumusalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh."

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"Loe owes me the same," asked Zihan as the two sat back together. "What a debt, Han. How much do I owe you?" gibran asked, taking the money in his wallet and giving it to Zihan.

"That's not what I mean, Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya!" zihan said annoyed.

"Continue?" ask Gibran with his super innocent face.

"Debt explanation!" answer Zihan is short, solid, and clear.

"What does Loe mean?" Gibran asked the question again.

"Basic loe tuh most insensitive guy!" cycled Zihan.

"Do you know I don't?" ask Gibran confused.

"Dong-guess, Ran is sensitive!" groused Zihan.

"What the hell is that?" Confused still by putting on a plain face sucks.

"debt? Sensitizes? What try?" muttered the man.

"Loe knows the wall? Hard, right? Cold, right? Well that's also what I rasain, talking about the same loe it's rich talking about the wall. Hard and cold. I used hard code I did not flush using hot water is still cold. I'm confused when I say the same. Low level of loe sensitivity," Zihan's cerocos let out what was stuck in his heart.

"Kok saying you're not exactly clear that, Han?" his words don't understand.

"That's a forgetfulness, Ran."

'Gue cape, Ran if you keep giniini me. I'm not a clothesline that you can hang as good as a bidat. I'm not a toy that you can play with at will, and I'm not a doll that you can throw away and pick up when you need, ' Zihan's inner voice screams pain.

"Why are you talking again?" Gibran wagged his hand in front of his face because he found his best friend again, again, and again.

"What the hell was that?" continued.

'Thinking our status remains the same.' I wanted to let Zihan say that to Gibran. But what the power of his tongue is always a lie to express the honesty of his heart.

Zihan shook his head quickly. "No papa," he looks.

"Yes, Ran I have to unplug it again to the office," he continued.

"Don't, my Han, it's not right to talk to you, '" stop Gibran.

'loe, what are you talking about, Ran? Not satisfied with me? Not satisfied with breaking my heart? Not satisfied?!' Again, Zihan can only.

"But sorry, Ran I have to unplug right now. There are files that I have to get out of," he declined.

"I'm anther" Gibran said.

"No need. I took a taxi." The rejection Gibran accepted.

'Enough, Ran enough don't give me any more hope.'

"But, Han--" Gibran's remarks were cut so quickly by Zihan.

"Ubahlah me first. Assalamualaikum." Zihan said no greeting from Gibran.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," Gibran replied after Zihan had disappeared from his sight.