I Turned Him in a Third Night

Epilogues

Hadith the narration of Al-Bazaar with the sanad hasan of Abdullah ibn Amr, he said:

Rasulullaah Shalallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam said :

“Who loves someone because of God, then someone he loves says, “I love you also because of God.” Both will go to heaven.

People who love more will be higher than others. He will be joined to those who love because of Allah.”

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“Prayer in tahajjud prayer is like an arrow released from his bow that will not miss the target.”

- Imam Syafi’i

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Time passed so quickly, like an arrow that shot so fast.

Just as Zihan and Gibran met and made a friendship, until

finally, a friendship that turned out to drag mefeka in the household nipper. The journey of their love filled with weeping and tears bears witness to the loyalty of their love.

It was never in her imagination that they would have a relationship together. Live the rest of their lives together, and carve love together with the fruits of their love. Nadhira, a tiny baby born weighing 3.8 kg and ranging in length 50 cm. Now the tiny baby has become a very active little girl, even super active at the age of three years.

“Do not run around, dear will fall,” remember the mother who is none other than Zihan. Little Nadhira did not heed the words of his mother, he just kept running around here and there with so agile. Looks like a pretty girl nan

the little one was happy and happy, because for the first time invited to

garden by mom and dad.

“Hiks... Bun... Mother..” Nadhira's loud cries and screams teased the eardrums of his parents who were sitting by the lake, watching the people passing by in the park.

Zihan and Gibran ran over to his daughter, who was holding her reddened, bleeding knees. The peach-colored dress that was knee-length was dirty and slightly torn on the knee.

With a swift Gibran directly brought the body of the princess into the sling, while Zihan, he just followed her husband's quick steps from behind. They took Nadhira into the car to clean his wound.

“Mother said what too, don't run around well don't run. So fall right,”

cerocos Zihan with a clear tone full of worry. With

painstakingly he cleans his daughter's wounds with cotton, and mineral water

always in their car.

Nadhira's cry is getting louder when the cotton has been moistened with water

knowing in his knee, he grimaced even occasionally shouting because of his pain. Gibran who was holding Nadhira could only stroke the shoots

his head, occasionally he also wiped away the tears that had already flooded his face

the princess.

“Udah, next time don't get rich like that again!” said Zihan after cleaning the equipment

p3k. Nadhira just lowered his head and nodded in fear, this is his first time

mother spoke in a high voice to him.

Gibran stared at his wife's bead, as if hinting 'already'. Zihan

understanding the gesture could only nod resignedly, he did not intend to

scolding her daughter, but it was because she was too worried about the princess

merely puppet.

“Mafin Mommy, Honey,” said Zihan stroked the soft shoots of Nadhira's head. Nadhira raised his head and found a sweet smile and the mother's shady face, making the fear disappear and disappear for a moment. “Mafin Nadhira, Mother.”

Zihan nodded with a smile that never faded from before.

Removing the princess's tear marks with both of her thumbs. Gibran smiled faintly at the interaction between the two he realizes. Happy, yes, that's what

now he feels. A joy he had never imagined before.

Her teenage best friend is now transformed into a woman who is enthroned inside

“We go home,” Gibran said while moving Nadhira on his wife's lap. The two women who had a pretty face and resemblance only nodded in agreement. The car they were riding in ran smoothly down the street. Until finally Gibran parked his car in the courtyard of a two-story house in the style of modern classic. The size of the house that is not too big or small makes the residents comfortable, safe, and peaceful.

“Whose house, Mas?” zihan asked when he realized the husband was bringing himself to

a foreign place he had never been before. “Kita,” in short which makes both of Zihan's eyeballs almost jump out of place. “Come in,” he continued while taking over Nadhira into his carrier.

Zihan only followed the wide strides of her husband, even deep down

she still questioned the intent of her husband's short answer. She's stunned

looking at the interior of his house, the tall and large pillar that stood firm was the first thing to greet his sense of sight. Entering the inner area

his home, he was again stunned and fascinated. Really, a concept that is very suitable and fitting for a dwelling.

“Mas, the furniture is already complete?”

ask Zihan in astonishment. “Actually this house already, Mas prepare about one

years ago. So, everything is complete including our clothes that have been moved,” explained Gibran.

Zihan widened his eyes in disbelief. “Kok can? Not our daritadi

unprinted. When, did you move everything?”

“Mas has asked people to move all our goods, just as we took a walk to the park.”

“Secap it?” Zihan still couldn't believe it. “Iya, have not asked much about Nadhira already soybean,” said Gibran. Zihan just nodded, at a glance

she glanced at her daughter who was now asleep in her husband's arms.

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The night has greeted, replacing the brightly lit day. The moon that had replaced the task of the sun that had been several hours ago disappeared swallowed by the light of the moon.

The wind gusts did not disturb the calmness and peace that Zihan felt. Balcony, yes the place seemed to make her feel comfortable and peaceful. He always liked very very very much the atmosphere of the night decorated with thousands of stars and a soothing wind. “What makes you comfortable in the dark of night?” seloroh Gibran who suddenly hugged his neck from behind.

“You,” in short who is still focused staring at the amazement of the night view of the Capital. Gibran smiled at his wife's short answer, opening a piece of paper he had found on his nightstand. Zihan's face immediately met

red when he realized that the husband had opened and read the contents of the letter

she wrote it for her husband.

For you

My future priest...

If every strand of the word you call 

with love. Then I can't 

for every word of love will never be enough to represent my feelings for you...

But believe me, every strand of prayer always speaks beautifully from my lips. The prayer I always pray in front of him. Prayers are always etched beautifully in like His night...

My imam...

I'm sorry for being so presumptuous 

cornering you in the third of my night...

From me,

The wife who loves you...

“I don't need your word of love, because all I need is genuine love from you,” said Gibran, who still faithfully hugs the neck of his beloved wife.

Zihan brought her husband's firm hand down to the right in his queen's stomach. Then he raised his head, until the meta of the two met. Channel each other through the eyes, until a smile rises in both corners of their lips.

“You...” Gibran was unable to express what he was feeling. His happiness is now more complete.

FINISHED