I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 33 | Grateful

“You are indeed perfect, perfect in giving cuts and perfect in giving likes. As of now, you managed to make me happy with perfection wrapped in simplicity.”

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Gibran silently pensively digested every word that his wife said, indeed he did not understand the way his wife thought. “Argghhhh,” he cried in frustration. “Gibran,” voice Yulia interrupted the son to

look at the origin of the voice.

Gibran did not intend to answer his mother's call, emotions were in the crown and ready to be blown up at any time. Yulia held the shoulder of her youngest son slowly, but quickly gibran immediately brushed off the hand of the mama who was on his shoulder. “Dengerin Mamah first,” the door.

“Allet?! Do you want to introduce women who will make Mamah a child maker?! Do you want to make a deal?! What else huh?! What else?!” Gibran was fed up and furious with his own mother. Yulia let out a long sigh and threw it away violently. “There are those who want Mamah to explain to you.”

“No. And no need for anything else to be explained!” emphatically. “Mas.” sudden voice

Zihan looked at Gibran's sense of hearing. “Ngapain are you here? Don't make me follow your crazy ideas!” spray Gibran just like that without warning.

Zihan felt dizzy again in his head but he tried to cover up his dizziness. “Sit Mas,” the door is still with a yellowish view. Gibran did not touch his wife's words at all, anger and high emotions now dominate him. “Gibran!” yulia said with a tone up an octave higher. Gibran is still at home with his own sparkle and selfishness.

“You can't hear Mamah's explanation?! Do not be selfish and prioritizing emotions in these circumstances,” jolted Yulia who was upset with the stubborn and selfish nature of her youngest son.

“Udah deh Mah stop. There is nothing else you need to explain. Enough I beg you not

extend again Mad Mama's crazy terms!” said Gibran nyolot, he seemed to forget

that he was now dealing with his own mother, who he should have been

respect and love.

Gibran was still with his assumptions and selfishness and Yulia who was still trying to explain all the situation. However, it was rejected outright by his son Gibran. They were both too busy with endless debate, without noticing the situation of Zihan who had collapsed again due to the increasingly dizziness, and made his body faint on the cold floor.

Somehow in the minute they both realized that Zihan was unconscious, and now the two were busy blaming each other. “Astaghfirullah! Zihan fainted instead of you taking him to the hospital instead left so alone!” windi's scream came suddenly. He intends

to see the state of the child and his daughter-in-law. However, what he saw was quite unexpected, his only daughter was lying on the floor while his daughter-in-law and his besi were instead busy fighting insignificant arguments.

“Mother,” Gibran caught the figure of his father-in-law who is now standing sharply at him. Windi directly broke through and approached Zihan. “Wake up Darling,” he said patting Zihan cheek softly. “Bring to the hospital! Not even silence!” windi joked to his son-in-law. Gibran immediately carried Zihan and brought him

get in the car to be taken to the hospital.

'Stupid Gibran fool! Loe's wife fainted instead of being taken to this sick room even in this wine, ' Gibran wrote in his heart.

“Bring a car what a snail really long!” windi groused who was worried about the conditions

Zihan's.

“Iya patiently, Bun,” said Gibran who is still focused on running his car

in a hurry.

Julia could only be silent at the wheel of Gibran staring back where the unconscious Zihan was on Windi's lap, 'Protect the son-in-law of O Allah', ' his prayers inwardly. Eventually the car Gibran was driving stopped in the hospital courtyard, with

gibran quickly carried his wife and left the car.

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Gibran, Windi, and Yulia stood there and there in front of the door of the examination room that Zihan occupied. Fear and worry are now felt at the same time. “Family patient?” ask a doctor who just checked on Zihan. “Yes, I am her husband,” said Gibran quickly approached the doctor who was none other than, Irfan relatives when Junior High first.

“How is Zihan?” gibran asked so worriedly and worriedly. Irfan patting Gibran's shoulder gently, “He's fine but...”

“But what?” gibran quickly cut Irfan's explanation. “Cute to my room,”

under Irfan's command, Gibran only followed Irfan's steps in a lethargic manner. “Where, Fan?” todong Gibran after they sat facing each other in Irfan's room.

loe,” he said resigned. “Good news now Zihan is pregnant but..”.

“Pregnant?!” cut Gibran swerved in disbelief. Irfan nodded. “But the condition of the fetus is weak,” he explained. “Weak?!” asked Gibran lethargic, two realities that are able to tear apart his feelings, between joy and sorrow both come at the same time. “Gue saranin loe check more condition of Zihan and

her fetus,” her advice.

Gibran just nodded weakly, “Thanks, Fan.” Irfan just nodded. “Don't let Zihan be overwhelmed by things he shouldn't think about, because it can

making Zihan's condition worse,” explains Irfan. Gibran nodded and left

leave that room. “May you always be happy,” his murmur stares

gibran's departure. “Where is Zihan? What did the doctor say?” Windy

directly flocked Gibran who had just come out of Irfan's room. Gibran

smile thinly.. “Zihan's pregnant, Bun,” she said.

Thank God, thanksgiving came out

from the mouths of Windi and Yulia. Even the radiance of happiness was clearly visible on their faces. Seeing the hue of happiness in-law and mother made Gibran urung explain about the situation of Zihan and his weak fetus.

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“You're not papa, are you, Han?” windi asked after entering the room. Zihan. “Pusing little,” he said with a thin smile. “Is anyone sick?” gibran is asking the question. Zihan smiled thinly, “Don't overdo it, my people don't papa,” said Zihan. “You why?” zihan asked astonished at the gazes of her husband, in-laws, and her mother-in-law.

Gibran hugged Zihan's body tightly showering his head with a kiss, “There is our baby dear,” he said while stroking the surface of Zihan's stomach is still flat. Zihan stared at the bead of her husband's eyes so fixed, now

really asking?

“Yes, baby you have to be healthy,” said Gibran again clear liquid now

it's been sliding free from its place. “Cock cry, Mas?” ask Zihan to delete

tears around her husband's face. “Saking happy,” replied Gibran

then smile at his wife. Zihan could not deny that now he was too

in the midst of happiness just like her husband, even now her tears

just as well.

“Thank you Darling,” he said peeking at Zihan's forehead. Zihan simply nodded and further tightened his embrace. Windi and Yulia were also unable to hold back their tears and happiness, even now they have embraced each other channeling enormous happiness.

Gratitude was unceasingly uttered from their mouths by the surprise of God

give it to them out. God's plan is beautiful and far beyond

human control. Therefore, be kind to all the destiny that has been

God tells us, even if it is not in accordance with expectations and desires. God gives us what we need, not what we want.

Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta’ala said: “Dan (remember) when your Lord announced,

Verily, if you are grateful, I will add (merciful) to you,

but if you deny (my mercy), then surely My punishment is very heavy.”

(QS. Abraham 14: Verse 7).