I Turned Him in a Third Night
Part 36 | Worry
“I think my heart is strong enough to withstand the shock of your departure. But in fact this heart is like a dry leaf when away from you.”
(Anonymous)
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Day after day the content of Zihan is getting bigger, even more so now the age
it has entered the ninth month and only counts the days
to go to the delivery process.
“According to our boy or girl?” asked Zihan while stroking his distended stomach. Both Zihan and Gibran agreed not to do the USG to find out the gender of their future baby.
“Important healthy want a boy or girl,” replied Gibran helped stroke his wife's distended stomach. “Ih, that's why,” hates Zihan and then gets rid of Gibran's arm
which is above his stomach.
“You guys or girls are just as important as he was born healthy and
perfect,” Gibran said. Zihan did not respond, she was not satisfied to hear the answer from her husband.
“Emang you want it what guy or girl?” Gibran even back to throw
the same question.
“Ih, I'm even behind it anyway,” his grunts don't accept.
“Tuh, you also can not answer,” sela Gibran while chuckling softly.
“Au ah, Mas nyebelin!”
“Circuits au ah dark!” play Gibran with his crisp laugh.
“Terang!” she did not want to respond to her husband.
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Just now Zihan was about to close his eyes suddenly the sound of the phone ringing so loudly. “Mas,” call Zihan
awakening Gibran who had already explored the dreamland.
“Your phone sounds Mas,” Zihan
bring Gibran's phone closer which keeps ringing. With a life that has not
perfectly gathered and his eyes opened, Gibran lifted up
his phone.
“Assalamualaikum, sir sorry to interrupt his break time,” said someone across the street.
“Wa'alaikumussalam Warahmatullahi
wabarokatuh, yes what is it?”
“...”
“I can't!”
“...”
“Alright,” said Gibran then connection
the phone was cut off after Gibran answered the greetings of the person across the street.
“What's up, Mas?” ask Zihan who is now sitting in front of her husband. Gibran
looking closely at the bead of the wife's eyes.
“Tomorrow I have to go to Bandung.” Zihan
instantly widened his eyes in disbelief and directly looked at the bead of eyes
her husband who is also doing the same thing, “Kok suddenly?”
“Company there was failed and Mas had to intervene directly
to deal with the problem before the company actually experiences
bankruptcy,” is obviously Gibran who just got word from one of the
his employee.
“Ya already papa, Mas leave aja,” said Zihan allows, although in fact
it was hard to let go of her husband.
“What are you doing same?” ask Gibran
which is worrying about the condition of Zihan who is pregnant.
“God willing I will be fine,” she said reassuring the husband.
“No papa?” Gibran can only agree with his wife's words, because honestly he also felt hard to leave his wife.
Zihan looks steady. “How many days?” ask Zihan.
“God willing will not be long until the company returns to its original state,” replied he who did not know when he would definitely return.
“Iya, but don't be long yah,” said Zihan.
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Gibran got up from the bed to pick up a suitcase and put in some clothes and items that he will bring tomorrow to Bandung. “Sleep, Han at night,” Gibran said as Zihan took over the suitcase and arranged his luggage.
“Let me help,” he said did not want to accept rejection from the husband.
“Udah Mas, no forgetfulness, ‘kan?” zihan asked to make sure when all the items had entered the suitcase. Gibran. “No.”
“Now you rest well already night,” said Gibran helped his wife to walk towards the bed. Gibran enveloped Zihan who was already lying on the bed.
“Don't forget to pray,” he said then kissed Zihan's forehead.
Gibran again cleared some of the files he would bring tomorrow to Bandung. He stared at the innocent face of the wife who had slept so soundly, making him feel worried and afraid to leave Zihan alone at home. Moreover, the birth of Zihan was already on the verge of the eyes and even stayed
just counting the days, but Gibran instead had to go out of town to take care
her job.
“Wait until all my work is done Honey,” Gibran stroked the tip of Zihan's head and laid his body beside Zihan. He was afraid of not being able to accompany his wife during the labor process because of his work.
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really go.
“No,” he answered while putting a suitcase in the car.
“Mas really want to go to Bandung with a car?”
“Iya.” He decided to leave by car.
“Ya already, come in.” Gibran opened the steering side door for Zihan.
“Where?” ask Zihan in astonishment.
“Let's go in while I'm in Bandung you stay at the same father's house Mother,” clear
gibran answered his wife's confusion.
“I'm here, Mas,” reject Zihan who does not want to bother his parents if
he should stay there only for a while.
“Daddy same Mother has been waiting for your arrival Dear,” persuade gibran, because last night he contacted his in-laws to leave Zihan.
“Mas, have you told me about Mommy?” Gibran. “Iya, let's go in.”
“Bentar, Mas I want to take the same bag mobile first,” he said.
“Tas same as your phone already in the car.” Gibran immediately told his wife to sit sweetly beside the wheel. “Mas why the hell use nitipin event I'm all at the same Dad's house Mother?”
“Mas are worried that you will have to leave you alone at home,” replied Gibran
focus on the streets.
“I'm not alone, there will be our child who nemenin me,” the rebate while gently stroking the surface of his distended stomach.
“Mas will not be calm left you alone, what else you are pregnant big.”
“I'm fine, Mas don't worry.” Zihan still interrupted his speech
her husband's.
“Mas don't want to take risks,” Gibran's decision is final. He won't be calm if he has to leave Zihan alone at home.
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“Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh.” Gibran knocked on the door and said his greetings.
“Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh,” replied Windi after the door opened so wide.
“Sign in first,” said Windi welcome his daughter and daughter-in-law.
“Thank you, Bun but Gibran must leave now,” push Gibran gently. Windi only gave a smile full of understanding to the son-in-law.
“You have to be healthy here well,” said Gibran felt hard leaving his wife.
“Yes, you also have to be careful on the road, if you have already heard me.” Zihan
no less heavy to see Gibran's departure.
Zihan frenzied hugging Gibran's body, “Cepet home, Mas.” Gibran chuckled at his wife's request, “But it has not yet departed 'has been told to go home aja.”
Zihan let go of his embrace, “Yes have been careful well, Mas.” He's pecking his back
husband's hand. Gibran. “Mother, titip Zihan yah.”
“Yes, Ran you be careful on the road. Inget here there is your wife and prospective child who
waiting for you to come back,” Windi said to her daughter-in-law. “Iya Mommy,” replied Gibran
then salute her in-laws as a sign of respect.
Gibran crouched in front of Zihan's stomach and stroked him, “Wait for Daddy to come home dear.” Zihan felt his eyes heat up powerless to be far apart
her husband's.
'Distance Bandung Jakarta deket, Zihan anyways just briefly that also make a job,'
his mind tries to get to himself.
“Dear yourself well.” Gibran got up and kissed Zihan.
“Don't cry, Mas just go for a while,” Gibran remove a puddle of tears on Zihan's face.
Zihan nodded, though deep down she was hard for her husband to leave behind. Whether there is a sense of what is stuck in the heart he did not know but clearly there is excessive fear and worry.
“Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh.” Gibran passed to his car.
“Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh,” replied Windi and Zihan after the car driven
Gibran is lost in the street.
“Mother,” Zihan sobbing in Windi's arms. “Udah enter yuk,” Windi brings Zihan into his house.
'Yes Allah protect the husband of the servant.' Zihan continued to pray in his heart. There was something stuck in the bottom of his heart.
“Morning Dad's son was crying anyway,” said Pratama who just came out of the room and found his daughter crying.
“Died lover heart.” Windi replied as he chuckled slowly.
“Gibran left too just for a little while and it also makes a living for you, Han.” Primary
landed his ass next to Zihan.
“Iya really drama Kak
cry.” Zaka got late in the conversation.
“Mending you leave Zak later,” Windi's word that does not want to hear the commotion in the morning.
“Iya.” Zaka immediately greeted his parents and brother and departed after greeting them.
“Udah dong, Han do not cry mulu,” persuade the mother. Zihan remove rough
traces of her tears. “I'm scared, Bun.”
“Everything will be fine,” said Pratama trying to calm his daughter. Zihan just nodded weakly.
'Remove the bad thoughts that are lodged in the mind of the servant of O Allah.'
