I Turned Him in a Third Night
Part 29 | Terms
“Whatever we pray and try if God does not want it, it will all be free. All we can do is accept everything, not reject and blame the destiny that God has laid out.”
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It's been an even week that Zihan has been in the hospital and finally now he can
breathe a sigh of relief at being able to return home to meet her beloved husband. She misses the figure of her husband who has not seen her in the hospital since the incident she snapped at her husband.
'Are you angry, because I yelled at you? Until you don't get me in the hospital anymore.' Zihan is deeply sorry for his disrespectful treatment of his husband.
“Come, Han we go home,” exclaimed Windi while holding his eldest daughter who had already
it exudes an aura of healing. Zihan happily sat on his right arm and walked to the parking lot where Pratama was waiting in the car.
“Kok even on sitting in the back?” tanya Pratama who feels to be a driver is aware of two. The two women of different generations giggled with words
The pratama is so tickling in the ears.
Both corners of Pratama's lips carved a thin smile when he saw his two he realized laughing
blissfully. “Good for today Daddy became the second driver of the heavenly angel who
very Daddy love and love.” Pratama is happy to direct
the car at moderate speed.
“How come the way here, Yah?” seloroh Zihan was astonished because the father did not turn towards the house he and her husband occupied.
“Mother wants to stay with you again, dear. You do not miss sleeping in the house of the same father Mother, hm?” windi hid something that happened from her daughter.
“But I have not asked permission from Mas Gibran, Bun,”, said Zihan did not want to make her husband anxious. Windi seemed to be breathing rough. “Let's Mommy who said the same Gibran.”
Zihan just nodded, although there was actually a sense of wonder with the change in the look of the mother's face that was suddenly gloomy when he heard her name. But, yeah forget it maybe just his mind. He quickly forgot all the bad thoughts that perched in his brain.
Pratama opened the back door for his wife and daughter. “Thank you,” said Zihan then chuckled softly not usually the father applies sweet even until
open the car doors.
“Back of love, darling,” Reply Pratama while bending her body. “Daddy funny. It is already worth being a personal driver.” Zihan spoke with his cheerful tone.
“What the world says if your handsome and handsome father becomes a driver.”
Pratama spoke confidently. “It turns out my dad has a level
high confidence.” Zihan replied with a scornful speech.
“Your father is handsome, Darling.” Windi chimed in and made Zihan and Pratama laugh amusedly with Windi's words that sounded like a muddle.
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“Mah open!” Gibran shouted in a voice so loud.
“Open, Mah open!” he shouted again by banging on the door so violently.
She had been locked up in her room for four days by her mother and it was very painful for her. He misses his wife who is sick. However, Yulia was completely unempathetic and even had the heart to lock herself up like a prisoner. And Yulia also threatened herself, if she ran away and ran away from the room. Then,
Yulia would not hesitate to do even crazier things.
“Han, where are you? Are you healed? I'm sorry I couldn't do it
anything.” Gibran said so resignedly. It's really fucked up, no
straightened, even the food that Yulia had always given him was never touched
the slightest. All he wanted was to meet his wife. That'sallthatis.
“Gibran.” Gibran's vegetables heard someone calling his name so quietly.
“So help me, Brother,” asked when he knew the voice of the brother who
it's outside his bedroom door. Gibran no longer found the voice of his brother. Him
sighing in frustration, again his brother's efforts failed. This must have been all because of his mother who never tired of watching the room he occupied.
Gibran is trying to find a way out. However, still he could not find it, the room on the second floor made him difficult to escape. Jump around? What a ridiculous thought Gibran could not have done. Instead of meeting the wife he could meet the angel of death and end up with a pile of land
inscribed name. Moreover, the threat of his mother made him hesitate to
“Do you have the heart to see Gibran who is like an undead?! Look at him Mah! he was tormented by the selfishness of motherhood. It shouldn't be like this, everyone
can be discussed carefully,” said Galang somehow for a few times to
awakening his overly selfish mother. “Mamah doesn't care!”
“Ambition and envy make Mamah forget herself. It wasn't just Gibran who was hurt but
also Zihan, Mah. Where is your heart as a woman?!” sergah Galang who was fed up with the behavior of his mother who was too cruel.
“That's all wrong Zihan who can't fulfill a wish, Mamah.” Yulia's heart seemed to have been covered by an endless ambition.
“Not the wrong Zihan but Mamah. Zihan could do nothing if he did
God has not allowed it. Ask God instead of urging and harassing
their home life. For it is only Allah who wills over all his servants.”
Yulia was sick of hearing the spiritual watering of her eldest son who almost daily disturbed his eardrums. His eyes were already covered in a mist of envy
and the envy that has been rooted in the flesh in the heart.
Gibran listened to his mother and brother debate, always like that. Shouts, screams,
anger rising out of his mouth. However, the roost is always
trying to awaken his mother from the error of the shackles of satanic deceit.
The door of the room Gibran occupied opened so wide that it displayed the face of Yulia there. “Mamah will let you go and meet your sick wife!”
“Jaga greeting Mamah. Zihan is nothing like what you say!” said Gibran fed up
with his rude and spicy words. “Oh yes, Mamah forgot not a disease but barren!” yulia exclaimed so lightly.
“Zihan is not sick or barren as Mamah said! He is healthy even very healthy!” snapped Gibran did not accept his wife insulted in such a way by
her own birth mother.
Yulia let out a discordant laugh rather mockingly towards her son who was staring intently at her. “Then?!” Both Gibran's hands were already clenched to hold back the furious turmoil that was ready to lash out. The one in front of him was not his mother. He changed and Gibran did not like the change.
“Mamah will let you be together again with Zihan as long as you have to meet the conditions that Mamah gave,” Yulia said with a slanted smile that adorned her face.
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“Assalamualaikum,” greetings while knocking on the door.
“Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh,” sahut the person who opened the door.
“Ngapain is here. Go!” throw Windi out after he found the face of the daughter-in-law who had dared to hurt and hurt her daughter.
“Gibran would like to see Zihan, Bun,” please. He went to the hospital and the hospital said that Zihan had been discharged. He thought his wife was going to go home, but he found no whereabouts and went to the house of the in-laws.
“I said go yes go!” windi Benthic. He was very disappointed with his son-in-law and
his iron. Anger has peaked to fill his crown.
“Who came, Bun?” zihan shouted from the family room who never saw the guests who knocked on the door of his house entering.
“Nobody, Honey,” said Windi lied. She doesn't want to get Zihan to her husband. After getting the answer from her mother, Zihan returned to focus on staring at the flat screen in front of her.
“Go or you will never meet again with Zihan!” threat Windi's.
“I beg, Bun.” Gibran was eager to see his wife.
“Include, Son!” the Pratama Decree that just appeared to her.
“Dad!” windi exclaimed full of warnings to disagree with her husband.
“Gibran is more entitled to Zihan and you shouldn't behave like that!” resolutely
Pratama to his wife. She does not want to interfere in her daughter's household affairs and Windi must do the same as herself.
“Thank you, Dad,” said Gibran with a smile framed beautifully on his face. Pratama just smiled and patted Gibran on the shoulder.
“Solve all your problems with cool head.” Gibran nodded and swung his legs to approach the wife he missed so much.
