I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 30 | Luka II

“Stay with me, accompany my days, though there will be many wounds you reap if you continue with me.”

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“Take a guess who I am,” said Gibran who closed his wife's eyes from behind.

“Lepasin, Mas not funny ah.” Zihan took Gibran's hand out of his eye.

“Kok know anyway.” Gibran said in a disappointed tone and sat next to Zihan who was busy watching television.

Zihan chuckles. “Of course, I was very upset with my husband's voice,” he said then pinched the husband's nose. Gibran brought his wife's body into the deck. “I miss,” whispered Gibran right next to the wife's ear.

Zihan returned the embrace of her husband was not less tight. “I think you're mad at me.”

Gibran immediately let go of his embrace. “Anged? For what?” Zihan is looking down inside.

“I'm sorry because you snatched your time in hospital.”

“Mas, you can never be angry with you,” said Gibran who never angry

or offended by what happened a few days ago.

“Keep why, Mas say for four days? Until the day I was lonely in the hospital.”

“Mas there is work that Mas can not stay, Darling,” said gibran lied

cover up all the events that happened to him these few days.

Zihan crossed his hands in front of his chest. “His treasure is more valuable than I already have the status, Mrs Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya.”

Gibran shook his head and cupped his wife's face. “You are more valuable than treasures even the whole world,” he said.

“Gombal!” Zihan put away her husband's hand. Gibran clasped his wife's hand. “Don't stay with me.”

Zihan nodded. 'You're weird, Mas. Why do I leave you, ' his mind.

Gibran hugged his wife while bowing in the arms of his wife. 'I'm sorry, Han.'

“Do you have the heart to separate two people who love each other? Simply do not anymore you interfere in their household affairs,” said Pratama who had witnessed the romance of his daughter and daughter-in-law.

“But they've hurt Zihan!” Windi said so well.

“It's just flavoring spices that are in their household relationship. The test of their love, whether they can pass it all or even just back away,” Pratama explained.

“And I don't want you to be the reason for their separation. Let them go through all the problems together,” he continued while stroking the head of Windi.

Windi just nodded and hugged her husband. “Sorry.” He's been wrong

taking steps and getting too involved in household affairs.

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“What should not you guys stay here first,” said Pratama gave advice

to her daughter and daughter-in-law not to go home now.

“Yes, you better stay here first.” Windi chimed in. Zihan glanced at her husband, as if asking how?

Gibran nodded and smiled at his father-in-law. Their relationship had improved and Gibran had explained his case to the in-laws this afternoon.

“Ya already now you rest at night,” Pratama's decree because the clock has shown at nine pm.

“Excuse me, Well, Bun,” said to Gibran then followed his wife who walked first in front of him.

Arriving at the room, Zihan monitors all corners of his room. Still the same is the first impression when entering the blue painted room. “Why smile-smile yourself?” ask Gibran who found Zihan smiling alone.

“Not papa just kangen aja same this room,” Zihan paused his sentence, “a year I left this room but everything is still the same, even some of my stuff is still neatly arranged here, and some of my things are still,” he continued who saw some objects that were still in his room. Indeed he did not bring all his belongings to the house he and Gibran occupied.

“I love to see you laugh,” said gibran with a genuine smile.

“Really? Then I will continue to laugh so that I can make you happy,” said Zihan in response to her husband's words.

“Keep like this and never stay with me,” Gibran said softly, there is

something that squeezed his chest.

“What by the way, Mas?” ask the not-so-distant Zihan

I heard her husband say because he was looking at the closet

contains some of his clothes. “No, you were wrong.” Gibran.

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Early in the morning, Zihan and Gibran went back to their house and found Yulia standing at their door. There was a sense of wonder and confusion in Zihan's mind because not usually the in-laws come this early, but quickly the thought was he was patis far away. Unlike the case with Gibran who is now looking at not liking the arrival of his mother. He suspects Yulia's arrival is not without reason.

“Assalamualaikum Mah,” hail Zihan then take the back of Yulia's hand to be greeted, as well as Gibran who is like ogah-ogahan.

“Wa'alaikumussalam,” he replied ketus do not like to see the face of the son-in-law.

Yulia and Gibran exchanged eyes full of ambition and emotion, while Zihan just looked on incomprehensibly with his husband and in-laws.

“Sign in, Mah sorry so wait a long time,”, said Zihan after he opened the lock

her house.

Old Mom, who was always friendly to me.'

“What do you want to drink? Let Zihan fetchin,” bargain Zihan with his genuine smile.

Again Zihan sighed disappointed with his mother-in-law's attitude that seemed very cold. “Wait a minute, Mah Zihan get me a drink first.” Zihan then swung his legs towards the kitchen.

“What else?!” sergeant Gibran to the point after Zihan is missing from

his view.

“Mamah here just want your ingetin,” pause a few seconds, “time you only three months no more than that!”

“I still remember it even remember it very much, and I ask you not to disturb my household anymore!” gibran insisted on Yulia.

“Take the best of three months,” said Yulia and left Gibran.  Gibran rubbed his face rough, the mother's words really disturbed his mind.

“I did not find the figure of a mother in Mamah who is now.”

“Loh really, Mas alone Where is Mom?” asked Zihan who had been sitting next to Gibran and placed a tray containing drinks.

Gibran showed a faint smile towards the wife who looked at him questioningly. “Udah home.” Zihan was just a mangosteen, although there were actually many questions in his mind.

“What business did Mamah come here in the morning? Not as usual.” After gathering a lot of courage finally the question came out of Zihan's mouth as well.

“Nothing,” his alibi covered all the reality that had happened.

“Do not lie, Mamah can not come here without a reason and purpose.” Zihan

suspecting the gestures of her husband's body stating a lie.

“I know you for a long time and I already know very well when you are lying with your interlocutor,” said Zihan who demands honesty from the mouth of her husband.

“I have to finish some of my work that was delayed,” reply Gibran left Zihan.

Zihan quickly blocked her husband's wrist. “Obviously everything is the same as me,” exclaimed Zihan insistent. Gibran turned his body and brought his wife inside

her hug.

“Sorry me.” Zihan shook his head in the arms of her husband.

“No apologies I want to hear from your mouth.”

Gibran let go of his grip. “Sit,” the door. The two sat opposite the faithful Gibran holding both hands of Zihan.

Gibran took a breath and threw it away with a huff. “Mamah proposed a condition that I could not fulfill, but I had to fulfill it so that I could meet and be with you again,” he said staring at the bead of Zihan's eyes that showed a sense of taste

curious and confused. “What?!”

“You asked me to marry another woman,” said Gibran paused his sentence

feels very Kelu on the tongue, “if you are not yet pregnant.” He stared at the searchlight

his wife's shocked eyes. Zihan's eyes bully in disbelief, the truth is so

hit his heart and his feelings. I don't feel those tears just coming out without being touched.

His entire body was limp and trembling violently, it was truly a nightmare for all

women, including himself. Even his household is still as long as corn for

facing a difficult problem like this.

“Ka..ka..when?” ask Zihan stammered

with sobs that have not stopped coming out of his lips. “Three

another month,” answered so softly he desperately held the rumble deep

her heart. Zihan's been sobbing for three months? What about the fate of the home?

Gibran carried Zihan's trembling body and hugged him. Crying and spilling all the pain in the silence in the morning, only the sound of sobs wept at each other

understated.

“Until any time I will never have the heart to share my love for women

others. Never will be!” gibran said right next to Zihan's ear.

“How about Mamah?” asked Zihan who was still at home in her husband's warm embrace.

“All that won't happen!” Gibran shook his head whenever he wouldn't

ever wanted to follow the crazy conditions that his mother gave.

“I believe this is just a small storm crashing into our household. Don't

ever stay with me.” Zihan just nodded weakly. The pain in his heart returned

it's so wide. And now he understands the words

always her husband catapulted, ‘Don't

stay with me.’ Three words that make the heart of Zihan no desire.