I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 38 | Nadhira Azmi Falisha Prasetya

“Your presence is like a glimmer of light in the darkness of the night, bringing deep happiness. Replacing sorrow into joy and crying a day of happiness that cannot be 

defined.”

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“We found the identity and mobile phone on behalf of Mr. Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya at the scene of the accident that caused the victim to die on the spot. The victim's face was broken and we could not execute, so we asked for Mother's grief as

his wife to help us in the process of the autopsy of the victim,” explained Galih told her chronology. And immediately make the atmosphere full of haru and happiness instantly become a very gripping atmosphere.

“Gak... gak... maybe!” zihan shouted hysterically in disbelief.

“That's all right, sister, the police contacted Sister's phone and I picked her up. And I also told you where Brother is here,”

it was clearly Zaka who had suddenly appeared in their midst.

The deg! The happiness that just

covering them is lost instantly with a reality capable of ravaging their hearts simultaneously. Why this cruel fate? I had just felt the beauty of happiness but now I again felt the pain of loss. O God should I question and blame the destiny that You have laid down?

“Mas Gibran,” shriveled and then collapsed in unconsciousness.

“Zihan!” all eyes turned toward the bed that Zihan was occupying. All the panic got more chaotic then Prasetya immediately ran towards the door to call the doctor. However, his steps stopped when he saw the figure of someone who was standing on the doorstep with circumstances and clothes that were far from good and worth using.

Prasetya did not believe what was in front of his eyes. The net continues to monitor someone in front of him from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. “Astaghfirullah,”

he murmured with his eyes and mouth open very wide.

“Mana, Doctor?” Suddenly Pratama came to Prasetya who still

dumbstruck in disbelief at the doorway of the nursing room that Zihan now occupies. The corner of Pratama's eye accidentally caught what Prasetya saw.

Both of them were silent and silent with the mind raging somewhere and

where's the.

“Where is Zihan?” ask the person who is in front of Pratama and Prasetya who is still at home with his echo. Not getting a response from the two people in front of him, the person immediately entered and passed into the room that Zihan occupied.

“Zihan,” calls him to the unconscious Zihan. Netra Windi, Yulia, Zaka and the two policemen stared at the source of the sound. Yulia instantly collapsed unconscious while Windi remained silent and endured with her clamor and a big question mark in her mind.

Finding Yulia who had fainted and collapsed on the cold floor suddenly made the man run towards Yulia and Windi who had not realized that Yulia had now fallen and collapsed. “Do not approach!” his steps came to a halt as his shadow caught Windi's trembling voice.

Windi only realized that now his iron was unconscious. “Build! Wake up!” said Windi put Yulia's head on the lap and patted Yulia's cheeks to immediately wake up and kiss.

“Astaghfirullah, O Allah astaghfirullah Allahuakbar,” rapal Windi said takbir

istigfar.

“Sister Gibran?” zaka said with a choked voice. Zaka moved closer and

approaching the person who was now in front of him with doubtful steps.

Rubbing his eyes rough.

“Zaka istigfar, son istigfar he's not

Gibran,” forbid Windi with trembling voice. The loss drove him crazy

with the presence of an unreal figure in sight. The illusion! Yes, Windi believes he's hallucinating.

“Yes Allah Astaghfirullah, Astaghfirullah, Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar.” Windi's lips incessantly spoke.

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Zihan blinked his eyes slowly. Her net monitors everyone who is now surrounding her vault. “Zihan,” call him with a sparkling face and a big smile.

“Mas... Mas...” Zihan was flabbergasted not believing what he saw 

'Conscious Han is aware! Stop Gibran is gone! Don't be shy!'

“This is me, Han your husband,” he said. His hand outstretched about to caress the head of Zihan but stopped when the shouting sound from Zihan's mouth came out so tight, “No Maybe! No way! Arghhhh.”

“Istigfar, I want to take control of you,” said Windi.

“Bun..” The tears come back in the eye. Windi carried the princess' body into his arms and whispered something right beside Zihan's ear.

Zihan let go of his embrace and looked at someone standing beside his cage. Zihan immediately rushed into the arms of the person beside him with tears that flowed so rapidly. “You're back.”

'Is this a dream? God, if this is just a dream, please let me be forever

asleep and lulled in his warm embrace, inner Zihan.

“Back?” his birthday was full of question marks and spontaneously let go of their embrace.

“Basil Kak Gibran less work, ngerjain we all use the show bring the police continue to say that Brother has died again,” grumbled Zaka felt lied to by his brother-in-law.

“Ngerjain? The cops? Died off? Who?” tanyanya was astonished not to understand what Zaka meant.

“Udah, Ran joking you are not funny makes us all panic, worry, fear, and sad simultaneously,” Prasetya told his son.

“You guys say what the hell I do not understand,” he said surprised by the statement papah and his sister-in-law.

“Good well you have pinter acting now, have made Mamah faint. Now, pretend to lose memory. Good thing you're not hanging!” spray Yulia while picking her youngest son's ears.

“Awww... Mah's pain, I don't know what

you all mean,” his weakness felt the earlobe reddened by the actions of the mother.

“Sorry, Sir, Mom, excuse us first,” said Galih who had seen the commotion between them.

“Well, are there any police? Since when is it here?” his question was confused and he realized.

“Drama king really kak,” said Zaka so lazy and upset.

“Oh yes, we are waiting for the arrival of Ms. Zihan in Pelita hiker hospital for

the process of autopsy of the body of the Mother Husband,” said calih reminded Zihan.

“What do you mean by whose body?” tanyanya. Open his ears wide.

“The body of Ms. Zihan's husband on behalf of Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya,” is obviously Galih who made Gibran growl instantly.

“You pray I die. So?” amuk Gibran with a hardened jaw and a reddened face restrained anger.

The two policemen were silent in disbelief as to which words they might have misdetected the crash victim. “Sorry, Sir, Mom but the personal data and valuables we found on behalf of Mr. Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya. So, we will not be likely to mislead the information,” Galih said.

Suddenly the look on Gibran's face changed drastically when he heard the explanation of the two policemen who were in front of him. And so casually he blew a laugh in the midst of the confusion of everyone in Zihan's ward. “So that's why you think I'm dead?” tanyanya relax.

All were silent at Gibran who was still laughing with such satisfaction and spontaneously they immediately nodded their heads in response to what Gibran was questioning. “At the time of the trip to here I was robbed of all my valuables including mobile phones, wallets containing ID cards, ATMs, etc. Including the car I was driving, maybe the one who had the accident robbed him" Gibran explained after his laughter subsided.

“Lucky face handsome and beautiful just bonyok dikit,” he continued while holding some parts of his face bruised by the robbers.

“How to try Mas I see,” said Zihan panicked and accidentally held a bruise on her husband's face. Which led to a soft ringing coming out of Gibran's mouth.

'I don't know anything about it! Still had time to romatikan in front of the police, 'inner

The moment his neutrality captures the romance of Zihan and Gibran.

“Well then we excuse ourselves to withdraw, for your wallet and mobile phone we will return after the legal process is completed,” said Galih then left the room where Zihan was treated.

“Mobil,” muttered Gibran given the state of his car which may now have been destroyed intangible.

“New glue, throw a new buy Kak,” kelakar Zaka who heard Gibran mutter.

“Dikira buy rich car buy what candy. It's easy to say,” by Gibran who still loves his car.

“Mah cars can still be bought by Mas. Take his silver because of the robbing you survived death,” said Zihan.

Gibran nodded in agreement with his wife. “If the car is still changeable but if I told you alone without me the lover of heart,”

his god while smiling jail towards Zihan. Everyone rolled lazy eyeballs

hearing the trembling Gibran threw.

“Pantes you are rich gini gembels, Ran taunya kerampokan,” chirps Pratama who saw

the appearance of his son-in-law from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair. That white shirt

it is far from clean words and the face and hair that has been disheveled

clearly, and another one that adds to the effect of Gibran's exuberance is the absence

the foot pad attached to his feet.

“So on a cry even fainted now even ngetawain me!” the upset.

“Thankful there are still people who want a ride to come here even as

instead my branded suits and shoes are the victim.” Gibran snorted remembering

his struggle to get to the hospital is not easy and full of drama

life of. From the start to rob on the street, looking for a ride, and the end

sad to be considered as a ghost.

Hearing Gibran's explanation then made everyone in the room again laugh so fast. “Udah, Mas mending you home gih same shower change clothes continue

later here again,” told Zihan after the situation began to be conditioned.

Gibran shook his head in disagreement with his wife's proposal. “Why?” ask Zihan.

“I want to see and azanin my son first,” replied Gibran with his typical grin.

“Now!” reject Zihan.

“Why? Me, ‘kan Father I have the right to dong for my son's azanin,” he replied did not receive repulsion from Zihan.

“I'm his mother, if I say 'not well!” keukeuh Zihan won't lose.

“But I am also his father,” Gibran said insistent.

“Udah-already you guys even no fuss

clearly,” Lerai Yulia felt tired with the small debate between the child and

her daughter-in-law.

“You wash your hands equally rinse first your face then you can azanin your child,”

windi made a decision.

Gibran happily obeyed the order of the in-laws, “Mother is the best deh,” murmured while walking towards the bathroom in the care room of Zihan.

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Gibran walked out of the bathroom door with a radiant face and a fluffy smile that adorned. He reached out to take over his little daughter who was beside Zihan.

“Now!” zihan firmly brushed off Gibran's arm that had been stretched out toward him.

“Zihan let your husband to punish his daughter,” Pratama.

“But, Yeah..”.

“Zihan!” windi's reprimand is full of warnings. Zihan finally gave the princess' tiny body into Gibran's sling. However, she snuffed as she realized the clothes her husband was wearing were far from clean.

“Pake sterile clothes first new you can carry and azanin my child.”

“My son, Han!” gibran disagreed with his wife's words.

“I!” keukeuh Zihan won't lose.

“Your two children,” concluded Prasetya who had wanted to end the debate of his son and son-in-law.

Getting a sharp gaze of the mother-in-law makes Gibran immediately run to the top of the line looking for sterile clothes like what his wife ordered. With trembling hands he took over his daughter from

sling Zihan. Her taste and happiness dominated her. Slowly he

he began to bring his lips closer to his daughter's earlobe and chant the adhan

and the iqamah in both ears of his daughter.

God cried he could not stand when he looked at the face of his little daughter. “Welcome to see the beautiful world of Nadhira Azmi Falisha Prasetya.”