I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 39 | Sorry

“If I knew what it was like to make peace with 

the past is as beautiful as this, maybe I did it first.”

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The atmosphere of happiness still encompasses Zihan and Gibran, it seems that the word gratitude is not enough to express their gratitude to God. Everything is so beautiful and perfect.

“Assalamualaikum,” greetings someone who has just entered into the care room of Zihan.

“Wa'alaikumussalam,” says everyone in the room.

“Zahra, I miss,” said Zihan hugged the body of his best friend and sister-in-law full of longing.

Zahra broke their embrace. “Feelings two months ago we met deh,” he said

which makes everyone laugh. Yes, two months ago or rather

when Zahra gave birth to her first child.

Maybe if Zahra hadn't fallen in the bathroom, she was recovering

postpartum. But Allah said another, when Zahra was in her seventh month, she was bleeding from a fall on the bathroom floor. And thank God God still gave Zahra a longer time to live in the world with their husband and son who was only two months old. Muhammad Farzan Khalif Prasetya, was the name of their first son who was born prematurely. Although premature but the tiny baby grows into a baby who has a stocky body.

Zihan gave a whimper with the answer Zahra had just given. “Kan, it's been a long time, Ra,”.

“Iya, yes. It's up to young mothers,” said Zahra.

“Loe is also the same,” cetus Zihan. Although they are now brothers-in-law, they are

remain them, who are very excited and what is in front of everyone who

be known.

“Loe is better, right?” zahra asked attentively. Zihan nodded steadily,

the situation is still tight and fine.

“Alhamdulilah if so,” he said with a sweet smile that adorned the beautiful face of his exclaims.

“Halo, handsome how are you?” greet Zihan to the little son of Zahra and Galang who are now in the sling of Galang.

“Good, Aunty,” said Galang with the typical voice of a child he made-up.

“Zihan, Mother's same father came home first,” said Windi.

“Yes, Bun be careful on the road,” sahut

Zihan's.

“Zaka also home, Brother,” timpal Zaka.

Zihan nodded, then greeted his parents. After that, Yulia and Prasetya went home. Only Zahra and Galang have not returned. Their son had been brought home by Yulia and Prasetya, because the hospital was not

a great place for a little baby like Farzan.

“Loe doesn't come home yet, Ran. Loe clothes are already rich padlocked,” chirps Galang who makes

the two young mothers laughed happily.

“Loe mah, brother ngehina I start his work,” said Gibran.

“Iya, change clothes first gih Mas,” preach

Zihan's.

“Iya, later there will also be a shirt here,” said Gibran

he called his office driver to buy him clothes.

“Through mulu loe mah his work,” ledek Galang.

“Not that, Brother. I don't want to leave

the same wife of my son,” he said while glancing at his wife and daughter who were

inside the baby box.

“Excuse me, sir this is the clothes you asked for,” said a middle-aged man

in his driver's uniform handed him a paper bag containing a set of clothes.

“Thank you,” said Gibran took over his paper bag. The middle-aged man simply nodded with a single smile of his, then walked out of the treatment room, Zihan.

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The atmosphere of Zihan's nursery was quiet because their entire extended family had returned home, and Gibran was left with a husband who was ready to help him take care of their first daughter. The door of Zihan's ward opened and a beautiful woman appeared wrapped in hymns and khimar with matching colors, combined with black shoes plate, do not miss the sling bag with black and white striped motif.

“Sorry to disturb,” he said after standing right next to Zihan's bed. Zihan just smiled kindly. “No papa relax aja.”

“Gue.ke here just want to see the state of Zihan,” he said. “Still well, Sis has come,”

sahut Zihan to a woman named Siska, who is none other than

the woman who always made Zihan go up in blood for holding back anger.

“Arrival.gue here also apologize to you guys, moreover the same loe, Han. I have a lot of painin loe,” he said sincerely and regretfully. He is aware that his actions and behavior have hurt many hearts, and he hopes that the people he has hurt will be willing to apologize.

Seeing how broken and fragile Shakira, her only child sister who always bullied her school friends made Siska realize that karma exists. And it was not he who felt the recompense for his bad deeds, but the brother he loved so much became his victim.

Zihan smiled happily at Siska's apology. “Gue sorry you before you apologize to me,” said Zihan was so sincere and sincere.  Because he never had a grudge

to Siska. Angry, annoyed, and angry, he felt. But he knows enough

self, he is far from perfect and it has become a natural thing that

there are people who do not like him, including Siska. The woman who does not

never absent bully and treat Zihan inhumanely.

Siska shed her tears and was happy to have received an apology from Zihan. “Maksih, Han thanks.” Zihan nodded and again gave his sweet smile. “Udah lupain aja.” In Siska's heart, she unceasingly said a word of gratitude. God is still kind to him.

“Mas,” whispered Zihan as he shook the husband's arm with the look of his eyes

hard to decipher. Understand his wife's look. “Yes, Sis I'm sorry

loe. But you should also excuse me.”

In his forehead Siska showed that he did not understand Gibran's intentions and words. “Pas reunion event I used to deliberately ngiyayain invitation loe to go together, because I used to be struck by jealousy when Zihan diterantin

go home Irfan,” Gibran said.

Zihan said she couldn't believe the honesty of her husband. Highlight his eyes demanding that.Gibran explain everything. “Iya relax aja,” said Siska with a smile. 'Because I also benefit from loe for Irfan manasin.

Not that he is hot even I am the one who became a fire,’ continued Siska in heart. He was unable to break open his heart that had long put more feelings on

Irfan to others. Enough of him.

“Congratulations on the birth of your first child, I'm happy,”

diverting the topic of conversation. “Thanks, Sis.”

“Whose name, Beautiful?” siska asked so sweetly of little princesses Zihan and Gibran.

“Nadhira, Aunty Sis,” replied Zihan by mimicking the voice of a baby.

Siska laughed happily at the happiness that was clearly on Zihan's face and

Gibran. His heart is happy, there is a certain satisfaction in him.

Maybe if he used to be as kind as he is now his story wouldn't be

like these. But he realized that it was not appropriate to continue lamenting the times

and regretting what happened.

We live in the present not the past, nothing can change and eliminate the past. Make the past a reflection of yourself in improving yourself into a better person.

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“I mean, Mas was what?” todong Zihan after Siska came home. “Nothing,” sahut.Gibran. Zihan snorted in annoyance, starting his silent mode of a thousand languages.

“That's the past, Han's gone too. If you want to get angry late,” said Gibran who did not

want to talk about the past again. Zihan still endured with his clamor, demanding

the husband to explain his situation. Gibran let out a rough sigh. “Udah dong, Han. Don't start deh.”

“That's just the past, right we invited to the Siska reunion event I did not make

damping him. Yes, because at that time I was in a bad mood yes I did just ask him. All for you

hot, ehk taunya even I am overheated because you are worried about Irfan,” he explained.

“Why should you use any Siska benefits, Mas!” sela Zihan's. “Ya, ‘kan it the past.

I've missed the Siska anyways, it doesn't matter about this. How so

even you are complicated.”

“Not that, but right..”.

“That's it, Han don't fight first. I need a break,” cut Gibran fast.

Zihan sighed. “Ya already, sorry.”

Gibran just nodded and laid his body on the sofa in Zihan's nursery. His physical condition is still tired and there is no time to argue about things that are not important like that.