I Turned Him in a Third Night
Part 3 | Unusual Flavors
"Your meeting with him made a strange taste that greeted the chest cavity."
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I don't know how long Zihan stood by the roadside waiting for a taxi or public transportation to deliver it. But the two neutrals never saw any signs there would be a vehicle approaching. "Yes I went to Dad's office on foot. Could have fallen out on the leg," he murmured.
Before long the roar of the motorbike engine stopped in front of him, with a big smile he saw someone who perched sweetly on a ninja motorcycle with a face covered in a full face helmet.
'Ojeg epoch now, ' thought Zihan pleased.
"Can you take me?" ask Zihan to someone he believes to be an ojeg driver.
He is still faithfully perched on top of the moge and full face helmet that is still attached to his head. "Of course it's with pleasure, my Bidad," he said after he removed his full face helmet. That person's voice was very alay and made Zihan nauseous.
Zihan was shocked to hear the response he received from someone before him. Zihan quickly looked up and found someone familiar to him. "Irfan!" his screeches.
"Yep." He was Irfan his relative when Junior High who now works as a doctor in a hospital owned by his own family.
"Sorry, I thought you were an ojeg," said Zihan.
"Liet down. Where there's an ojeg handyman as handsome and handsome as I am," his chatter was full of confidence. It felt that Zihan wanted to vomit on the spot right now also heard the super pede speech from his interlocutor.
"Udah come my hunt is anther," he said.
"No, I'm waiting for a taxi or public transport" refused Zihan.
Although this is how Zihan knows the boundaries between a woman and a man, it is not good if only alone. Moreover, the position is now Irfan riding a motorcycle and it does not rule out the possibility of physical contact between them. Although Zihan does not have excessive taste or orgasm. But still he has to limit his closeness with people who are not his mahram. But he could not fortify himself from meeting Gibran. Love can make someone go wrong.
In Shahihul Bukhari, from Ibn Abbas Radliyallah'anhu, the Prophet Shallallah'alaihi Wassalam said: "It is not permissible for a man to be alone with a woman unless she (the woman) is accompanied by her mahram."
"I was anther here rarely through public transportation," he said.
Zihan thought for a moment, he agreed with what his old friend had said. "But...."
"Let me know the limit, this is my bag to make a partition between us so that there is no excess physical contact. If you are afraid of falling into a handle to the motorcycle seat," he explained that like knowing the anxiety of Zihan's heart. And that made Zihan breathe a little.
"Yes but slowly," said Zihan.
Irfan nodded steadily. He also loves life. So, what is the unclear mention on the streets. This is not a race track and Irfan is definitely not a good driver.
"Nih put on the helmet." Irfan thrust out the helmet he always carried.
Zihan took over the object that served as the head guard and immediately put it on. Then he sat in the passenger seat.
"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim," said Zihan before the motorbike drove through the streets.
"Pantes Loe don't want me anther. He knew someone had picked him up," murmured someone who had been monitoring Zihan's teachers.
"Thank God that you found someone suitable for you. I'm happy, too" he murmured again but weakened when he mentioned the last word of his sentence.
There was something he felt in his heart. But I don't know what it was he didn't know it either. Of jealousy? Oh, there's no way they're just friends. I don't know what is clear there is a sense of disassociation and incongruity when seeing Zihan with men other than himself. Gibran, that man is Gibran.
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After a few minutes of breaking through the highway they finally reached their destination as well. "Thank you, Fan," Zihan said after descending and removing the helmet.
"Yes relax if I'm the same," he said while taking over the helmet that Zihan offered.
"Yes first yeah, Han assalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumusalam warahmatullah," said Zihan.
Now the motor that delivered it is not visible from view. Zihan walks into the father's office to continue the work that had stalled because of the irresponsible actions that had forced him to meet.
"The files are already signed, right?" Just now Zihan pushed the doorknob of the room. Suddenly Tasya's voice greeted his hearing.
Tasya shook his head to see the behavior of the child from his superior.
How important is it to forget his job to work?
"I'm working right now, Ma'am." Zihan immediately entered his room. Continue the work that was neglected. Reading studying and signing files with great accuracy and concentration.
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"Assalamualaikum," he said as he entered the house in his place along with his parents and one younger brother.
"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," said Windi¾bundanya.
"Just come home, Han?" ask the mother for pleasantries.
"Yes, Bun," he answered, taking the mother's hand to be saluted.
"Zihan up first yeah, Bun wants to clean up." Zihan immediately rushed to the second floor, where his room was already facilitated with a bathroom inside.
After a few minutes of fighting with all sorts of toiletries. Zihan went back down to the first floor to help her prepare dinner. "Is there anything Zihan can help you with?" tanyanya hugged the mother from behind.
"Certainly glad," said Windi while releasing the princess's hand that was curled pretty around her slender waist.
The two women of different generations were struggling with all kinds of cooking utensils. In the midst of busyness they cook the sound of greetings echoing annoying eardrums. "Assalamualaik."
"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh" replied the mother and son.
"The school went home to beat the working people," said Zihan reprimanded Zaka¾adiknya who was too diligent to attend school.
"Syirik aja anyway, Kak," said Zaka while releasing his backpack and put the origin on the table.
"Who is also shirked," sela Zihan did not want to lose to his sister.
"So what try if it's not shirk of his name?"
"The new man also came home instead of cleaning first. It's not even a clear storm!" lerai Windi's.
"Sir Zihan first, Mother," Zaka fought while kissing the back of his mother's hand.
"What the hell," Zihan said.
"Yes, that's Brother Zihan who first got into a storm."
"That's what you're sensitive about" Zihan said.
"No. That's because of the lack of cogan caress so love the handsome Adeknya gelecokin he crossed this limit," Oceh Zaka put on his super cool face.
"Ish, by the way it's rich people, really," exclaimed Zihan.
"Don't make a fuss. Let your sister clean up first, 'cause she's still tired."
"Good mother really belain me in the dzolimi Kak Zihan." Zaka seemed to be in the wind hearing his mother's words.
"Udah gih there take a bath," Windi's decree commanded his youngest son.
Zaka rushed straight to his room to wash away the body that was already feeling sticky from sweat. While Zihan piqued upset because of the actions of his sister who was very annoying.
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The night has greeted. Greet all human beings to immediately rush to rest the physical condition that is too tired to move all day. In just one third of the night, Zihan awoke to meet and greet His Lord through the evening prayer he had always established. Greet Allah with two evening prayers. Pray and honor to Him. As Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala advised the Prophet Shallallahu'alaihi Wassalam to perform evening prayers.
"And some nights, do the extra prayer of tahajud (as a worship) for you: may your Lord lift you up to a place of praise." (QS. Al-Isra' 17: Verse 79).
Right at the last long prostration, Zihan spilled all sorts of gloom and unease in his heart. "Find and unite the servant with him whom You have ordained to be a priest who will later accompany, and guide the servant to Your jannah. And I hope it is He whom You have appointed to be a servant priest. Aamiin Allahuma Aamiin." He opened the Qur'an and read it with a tartil. Waiting for dawn to come by filling the chants of the holy verse of the Qur'an is his routine to start the day.
