I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 32 | Prayer and Effort

“Prayer without effort is a mistake, and effort without prayer is futility.

Because the two cannot be separated, complement each other to achieve a

destination.”

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God granted prayers according to the prejudices of his servant. So be prejudiced then. From Abu Hurairah, Nabi shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam said :

“Pray to Allah in a state you believe will be granted. Know that God does not grant the prayers of (people) whose hearts are negligent again.”

(CHR. Tirmidhi and Hakim, and addressed by Shaykh al-Albani in Shahihul Jami’ no. 245).

Time is eroding and thinning even now has entered the second month after the incident of crazy terms of the in-laws, meaning only one month left to be able to maintain the household without a third person.

“We went to the doctor, well,” persuaded Gibran because he saw the deathly pale face of his wife. Zihan

shaking her head violently refused, she was fed up of having to deal with the house again

be ill.

“But you are sick, Han,” persuaded again who is increasingly worried about the condition of the

wives. “I'm fine, Mas,” said Zihan reassured her husband, when it was clear

once the feeling of dizziness now he is natural. “Well, your face is pale, even from earlier you go back and forth the bathroom,” said Gibran interrupted his wife's speech.

“You are too much, Mas most also catch a cold doang,” said Zihan assured her husband. “Mas is rich there are guests deh,” said Zihan who heard the sound of his home bell ringing. “Yes I've seen first your guest here do not go anywhere first,” said Gibran sraya helped lay the body of the wife on the bed.

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“You moreover Mamah is here?” todong Gibran who was completely reluctant to stare

or be polite to her biological mother, emotions and anger still fill the recesses of her heart.

“Sit! There is no courtesy you talk to the rich Mom,” Yulia who is upset with the disrespectful attitude of her youngest son. Gibran lazily sat his ass in front of his mother. “What else?!”

“Mamah just ngingetin you if your time is only one month away,” he said like lightning that struck so great. Just now he tasted the sweetness of living in a household now the storm is coming back.

“Enough! I beg you never interfere again with my household affairs.” Gibran took a breath and threw it away violently. “If you are the offspring that Mamah wants, Kak Galang and Zahra can give it. Even now Zahra is pregnant with Kak Galang's child. Granddaughter Mamah! Not even undermining me!?”

About two months ago Galang and Zahra uttered their sacred vows of marriage. More precisely when Zahra came home from Singapore, and it turns out that the ticket that Zahra considers free vacation tickets was a surprise that Galang prepared for

proposing to her, Singapore became a silent witness of their love.  Even God so easily directly gave them offspring, which is currently the middle of the birth of Zahra.

The content is about four weeks old. And welcomed by both sides of the family. Both, from the Galang family or Zahra who originally mutually

resist and give no blessing. Because of God's power at last

the two are in a match and are now overwhelmed with matchless happiness.

It is the case with Zihan and Gibran who are now being tested by God

in his household.

“But Mamah wants grandchildren from you!” he was unwilling to accept the objection. Because far from the bottom of Yulia's heart he could not accept the presence of Zahra as his son-in-law. There was still something stuck in his heart and that was all he knew.

“But not in a dirty way rich gini! What if Mom is in position

What does Zihan do you feel? And does Mamah also think of women who want Mamah to make a hereditary machine?! Where is the heart and the feeling

Mom?!” sergeant Gibran was full of emphasis and deep disappointment with his mother.

Yulia stared and endured with her clamor, shock and disbelief

with what his son just said. “Why Mom is quiet. Wh why? Is Mamah just waking up, or even getting crazy?!” Zihan was listening to all the barrage of abusive words of his husband and in-laws, he forced himself to come down upon hearing the commotion, but suddenly his gaze blurred and the daze fell unconscious.

“Zihan!” yulia shouted that she saw Zihan lying on the floor. Hearing Yulia's scream, Gibran turned his head and found the unconscious Zihan behind him, right on the doorstep that brought the living room and kitchen open together.

Gibran immediately brought Zihan's body into their room and laid him on the bed. “Alagain Mamah make Zihan drop, definitely Zihan denger everything,” he said blaming Yulia who helped worry about the condition of Zihan.

Yulia was only able to be silent a thousand languages staring at her son who was worrying about his wife and daughter-in-law. Gibran immediately contacted the doctor to come to his house immediately, to check the condition of Zihan who has been declining for several days.

“I want you out right now!” he who would not see Yulia's face

for the time being. Yulia swung her legs to leave the son's room

and son-in-law. Worry quietly slipped into his heart. However,

he quickly dismissed that feeling.

“Alhamdulillah you finally realized too,” said Gibran who saw the movement of the eyes of Zihan who has now started to open after he applied eucalyptus oil around the nose of Zihan.

“Mas,” Oozed Zihan with a raucous and limp voice. “Iya, what's the darling? You don't

wake up first,” said Gibran commemorating the wife who was trying

straighten his body to sit.

“So you are sick? Soon the doctor is coming,” said Gibran worried when he saw

The middle Zihan held his temple which again throbbed dizzy. Zihan

shaking, “Not call the doctor, Mas.”

“But you have to check, Zihan,” persuade him again and again. “Please,” says Zihan

implored. Gibran was forced to nod his head and call the doctor so as not to go to his house. “Where are you, Mas?” zihan asked her where her mother-in-law was. Gibran's eyes immediately glared sharply, his face flushed red, his jaw also hardened upon hearing a qualityless question from his wife.

“I want to see Mamah, Mas” he said begging, but Gibran was reluctant to comply with his wife's request, and preferred to hang on with his ringing. “Mas,” please again while holding her husband's hand.

Yulia got up from her seat walking towards her daughter-in-law's room. “Don't talk macem-macem with Zihan!” hold Gibran when they're at the door. He didn't budge, he entered the room without a burden. He sat his body on the edge of the bed opposite to Zihan who was now sitting leaning on the head of the bed.

“Sorry Zihan, Mah,” said Zihan grudgingly held back the tears that had been urged to come out, “sorry Zihan could not be a daughter-in-law like Mamah wanted, Zihan has not been able to fulfill Mamah's wishes, Zihan is not a good daughter-in-law. Sorry Mah, Zihan sincerely..” he continued sobbing unable to endure the pain in his heart.

“Zihan sincerely, Mah sincerely if it is the best,” said Zihan staring at his in-laws bead eyes. “What the fuck are you!” gibran did not like the words of his wife. “Mas,” Zihan said softly so that her husband could accept all the decisions he took.

“Don't be crazy! Until whenever I never want to!” Gibran immediately went to slam the door causing a noise.

'Astaghfirullah, I'm sorry I'm the best for us, ' Zihan sat down. It's not his wish but he has to do it.

Julia was silent to watch her son and daughter-in-law, only this time she saw Gibran

snapping Zihan. While Zihan only cried bitterly behind the second

his palm.

“Zihan.” Finally Yulia opened her voice after a long silence without a word. Zihan looked up and put away both of his hands, staring at the face of his mother-in-law.

Yulia wiped away the puddles of tears that flooded her daughter-in-law's face, then clasped Zihan's warm hands together. Zihan's heart warmed up when he received the warm treatment from his mother-in-law, a smile etched beautifully on his deathly pale beautiful face.

“Is it true what you said earlier?” ask Yulia. Zihan just nodded weakly suddenly the tightness in his chest came back to gush. “Are you sincere?” Yulia again asked a painful thing for Zihan.

Again Zihan can only nod although the pain is now more gaping with so wide. Yulia carried Zihan's body into her arms, Zihan returned her arms to her mother-in-law and again sobbed behind her back.

“Mamah won't disturb your marriage again,” whispers right beside the ear

Zihan's. Suddenly Zihan immediately released his embrace, staring at Yulia's bead of eyes

with a questionable look of disbelief.

Yulia displayed her smile even though drop by tear it started to come out

just like that. “Im sorry.” Zihan still can't believe what he just did

hearing him, he could only sculpt with many large marks on his head.

“Mamah realized what you've been doing all this time has hurt you and Gibran, your own son. What Gibran said opened the eyes of Mamah's heart. Mamma

sorry and shouldn't have done something dirty like that. Forgive Mamah..” Yulia spoke regretfully, her son's words becoming a loud slap for her. Apalgi saw a look of sadness and disappointment that was always the end

Gibran show it in front of him.

“Mamah is too stupid even very stupid because it could be incited seduce

them. Forgive Mamah..” Yulia returned to her memories a few months ago,

more precisely the day before Zihan was admitted to the hospital, when he attended the event

arisan his social friends.

“*Where are the ghosts and grandchildren?” seloroh one of his fellow artists named Yuni. Yulia simply responded with a smile framed on her face.

“His daughter-in-law Jeng Yulia is not pregnant yet,” chimpal Santi who just joined while holding her grandson.

Yulia again showed a thin smile, although deep down she was envious of

his friends who already have many grandchildren, while he, how are you?

“Padahal already a year married but not yet pregnant as well,” Yuni again cornered Yulia.

“Maybe his son-in-law has a problem,” Santi back said. “Iya really, really,

Jeng,” Yuni approves Santi's statement.

“Liat dong we already have a lot of tails,” said Yuni in an understated tone Yulia. “Makanya jeng if you want to find the daughter-in-law selected first so as not to choose wrong, do not get rich buying cats in sacks,” Santi back said.

Yulia smiled clumsyly, “Child and helped me healthily kok,” he defended. “Instead have been checked by a doctor, Jeng?” ask Yuni. “Not yet,” replied Yulia

I don't know anything about his son's household. He just answers the origin

only, even though unbeknownst to him Gibrann and Zihan are following a pregnancy program.

“Be careful, Jeng,” says Santi full warning. “Liat tuh, Jeng Nia now he

already have two grandchildren from the wife of his two children,” said Yuni warming up Yulia.

Yulia simply nodded in agreement, because indeed what Yuni said was

truth is, Nia's first daughter-in-law had a hard time picking a baby, and finally

because Rasya-son is the only one and must have offspring. So finally

Nia asks Rasya to marry for a second time in other words Rasya

polygamy. And now he has two grandchildren

marriage of his two sons.

“Maybe Jeng Yulia can follow the way of Jeng Nia,” said Yuni who gave a very vile suggestion. “Well, yes tuh jeng really, faster better.” Santi.

It felt like Yulia wanted to stuff her two friend's mouths with chilies, in order for them to

stop the conversation of those who corner him. But secretly the words of his two friends poured into his heart, immediately making his defense collapse just like that. And the next day Julie heard the news of Zihan entering the hospital, and thought that it was the main cause of the absence of children born from her son's household. And without thinking clearly again he immediately

following the advice of both of his friends*.

“Pardon Mama, Han,” Yulia deeply regret all her mistakes. Zihan hugged his mother-in-law who is now crying so much, “Zihan who should apologize to Mamah.” Yulia shook her head not to like her daughter-in-law's words, “You want to, will you forgive Mamah?” asked Yulia who was still at home in the arms of her daughter-in-law. Zihan nodded in his in-laws arms. “Iya, Mah.” In Zihan's heart was unceasingly speaking

thank God for turning the hearts of men upside down.