I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 5 | Statement I

"A fact, reality, and reality that cannot be contained with words. Everything was painful, stifling, and left a sweaty cry as well as a futile tear."

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Returning to the usual routine of being a librarian was the job that Zihan liked the most. Jobs that do not require a lot of brain or excess muscle. He works with all kinds of medical books. Organizing and tidying books according to the shelves that are already available, is the activity in the morning before the library is open. In the midst of his busy work arranging the book suddenly his play sounded very loud, he quickly picked up his phone.

"Assalamualaikum," he greeted Zihan's eardrum.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," said Zihan replied the greetings of people who were across there.

"...."

"Can't it be bad."

"...."

"Okay I otw now."

"Assalamualaikum," he ended the call.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," said Zihan replied his greeting. Zihan immediately rushed to quickly finish his work first and then he immediately went out of nowhere.

"Key, I unplug a sudden need," cried Zihan as he tidied things into his bag.

"Still in the morning, Han when yes you want to unplug," said Keyra, his friend.

"Gue today is free well, there's business," he said.

"Yes be careful on the road" said Keyra.

Zihan showed his thumb in response.

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Arriving at the destination, Zihan was immediately treated to hugs and cries from someone who had been waiting for him. "Loe why? How crying?" Zihan let go of his embrace and wiped the tears of his interlocutor.

There is no answer or confirmation he is still at home with his clamor. "Sit down and let you calm down." Zihan.

"Loe why? Same story as me." Zihan was curious about the behavior of his best friend who this early morning had told him to meet, and now even cried in front of him.

"The same story I, Ra," pinta Zihan for never getting an explanation from Zahra, his best friend.

"Bronze, Han... Gibran--" Zahra could not continue his words.

'Loe cried because of Gibran. Gibran apain loe?' zihan's mind has been speculating everywhere.

"Gibran why, Ra?" ask Zihan as much as possible made ordinary.

"Gibran, Han--" Zihan gagged himself with the words of the friend who was always cut off and decapitated by sobs.

"Well, why, Zahra?" Zihan wiped his best friend's tears back. The puffy eyes and Zahra's greeting had already made Zihan's mind fly everywhere.

Zihan called one of the waiters to come to his desk. Soon the waiters came. "Can I help you?" tanyakanya.

"Bak, please bring me a glass of water," Zihan said.

The waiters nodded and immediately went to take Zihan's order.

"Thank you" said Zihan after the waiters handed him a glass of water. The waiters just nodded and smiled and then left.

"Drink first, Ra." Zihan poured the water on Zahra.

"Istigfar, let loe be quiet," said Zihan after sobs could no longer be heard from his friend's mouth.

"Astaghfirullah" Zahra said several times.

"The same story me," urged Zihan after the atmosphere improved.

Zahra took a deep breath and threw it away, "Semalem Gibran to my house, Han."'

"Why what?" asked Zihan enthusiastically and curiously.

Zahra recalls what happened last night at her house.

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Zahra and her parents were watching television in the living room. But suddenly the sound of knocking on the door made them pause the activity of watching it.

"Who the hell is this malem-malem met," grumbled Zahra was disturbed.

"Can't say that" said Prawira, his father.

Zahra was just a whimper in response to the words of her father whom she often called Abi. "Yes let Umi open the door" said Hanna and got up from her seat.

"Let Zahra be." Zahra got up from her seat and walked towards the door of her house. "Assalamualaik."

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," said Zahra answered his greetings and opened the door of his house.

Zahra was flabbergasted in disbelief at the guest before her at this moment. "Gapain loe malem-malem here?" tanya Zahra rewarded her guests with questions that sounded disrespectful.

"Can't I come here?" He asked Zahra.

"He has entered" said Zahra, inviting his guests.

"Who's coming, Ra?" yelled at him from the family room. Zahra smiled clumsyly at her guests, because the behavior of the screaming umi was like in the wilderness alone.

"I'm sorry it was Umi" said Zahra. The guest just smiled.

"Please sit down." Zahra invited her guests to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Zahra go back first." Zahra's permission to make drinks and take some food.

"Who's coming, Ra?" hanna asked as Zahra walked towards the kitchen which happened to pass through the living room.

"Gibran, Umi," Zahra replied and immediately continued her steps towards the kitchen.

"Only?" the question is getting more enthusiastic.

Zahra shook her head, "Just like her parents and sister" Zahra said.

"Why didn't you tell me from earlier? Umi, 'wasn't being embarrassed just yelling."

Zahra chuckled at the embarrassed mother. "Yes Umi met them first," said Hanna immediately darted away towards the living room.

Zahra came with a tray that already contained several drinks and also some snacks. Just now Zahra turned her body to return to the kitchen. However, he stopped when his father's voice told him to stay in the living room.

"Sit down" he said. Zahra simply obeyed and sat next to her ashes. His body was silent but his mind just kept wandering everywhere.

"What the hell, Bi?" zahra asked half a whisper to Prawira.

"Son Zahra" called Prasetya, the father of Gibran and Galang.

Zahra only smiled faintly in response to Prasetya's call. Suddenly she felt something was wrong with all of this.

"We came here intending to preach, Son, Zahra," he explained, leaving Zahra stunned in disbelief.

'Whitba?' his mind does not believe.

"For?" Only that word escaped Zahra's tiny lips.

"Our son," he replied. However, that was not the answer Zahra wanted to hear.

'Gibran? There's no way he's my best friend. Galang? It's even more unlikely he'd ever show me that he likes me. But if you are Galang sis I will not refuse, his mind wonders itself.

"Who?" ask Zahra again. Obviously he asked like that yes because there were two men there and they were the sons of Prasetya.

"Gibran" he said, answering Zahra's question. Don't be asked again how shocked and confused Zahra is at the moment. It's hard to believe. It's even very difficult.

'Gue wasn't wrong, was it? Not likely. Gibran, 'he likes Zihan not me, ' his inner self brushed off in disbelief. Yes, since the incident at the cafe a few days ago it makes Zahra assume that the two friends have more than just a friendly relationship.

The gentle pat on his hand made Zahra wake up and return to the real world. "So how, Son Zahra?" prasetya asked for an answer from Zahra.

He still could not believe it and could not believe it, still clearly remembered in his brain yesterday, Gibran like having more feelings for Zihan. Why is tonight so?

"Where, Ra?" Gibran spoke up because he could not get an answer from Zahra.

"Zahra was even dumb," said Hanna resuscitated her daughter.

"Eng.eng...did not papa." Zahra immediately shook her head quickly.

"Where, Ra, did you receive the sermon from Nak Gibran?" ask the Abi to his daughter.

'If this is a dream please wake Zahra up soon O Allah.' With all his might he brushed off the reality he had just heard.

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The new reality that was increasingly making the pain in Zihan's heart was formed so perfectly. The perfect wound he felt at this moment. Gibran's insulting Zahra? It's hard to believe. Why could? Kandas is his hope.

Losing before fighting is what the girl is currently feeling. God's plan is beautiful, Zihan you must believe it, the good side strengthens. But the bad side is also no less powerful poison the mind of Zihan.

Zihan Speechless could say nothing more. His confusion and confusion have now been resolved. He's not your soul mate, that's the answer that Zihan gets over the do'a-do'a that he's been doing all night.

"Well, how's it going, Han?" zahra asked, removing Zihan from his long daydream.

"What, Ra?" Zihan wasn't so focused on the question his best friend had just asked.

"Well, how's it going, Han?" reworked.

Asking and telling Zihan that was like killing him slowly. Zihan only shook his head in response. Honestly he was also confused and had no idea what would happen after this.

"Help me, Han."

"What?" It feels like Zihan wants to end it all right now.

Stop Zahra don't ask any more questions about it. It would only hurt and destroy Zihan's feelings getting deeper.

"Gue didn't want to marry Gibran, Han," the sister who made a little relief in Zihan's heart.

"Why?"

"Gue doesn't like him" he replied, which allowed Zihan to breathe more and more with relief from Gibran's unrequited feeling.

"How do you do, Han?" the question is getting frustrated.

"Loe knows what's best for you and that's all you know" he suggested.

"Gue don't know, Han, that's why I went to loe."

"Not me, Ra because I don't know either. Salat night asks God for guidance, not me who is just an ordinary servant."

"But, Han." Zahra was afraid that the answer she would receive would be far from expectations.

"If he is the soul mate God sent you. Loe must accept the destiny God has laid out." Her tears were urging her to come out. There was a sense of tightness and insolence at the time of saying that. But as much as possible, Zihan is resistant and strong and patient.

Zahra shook her head loudly, not liking the words her best friend had just said. "Don't cover your wounds with a fake smile, Han." Zahra was sick of seeing the smile her best friend always displayed to hide the pain.

Zihan shook his head and returned a sweet smile even very sweet. But don't ask how hurt he is. It cannot be explained with words.

"Enough, Han don't make me feel guilty about you," he said.

Zihan nodded in disagreement with Zahra's words. "Loe's not wrong."

"Gue's wrong, Han I'm wrong." Zahra's tears escaped from her beautiful eyes.

"Qadarullah."

Zahra, who was shaking, disagreed. Two women who both harbored love and pain at the same time. The love that should give happiness now gives a lot of sadness. What kind of love do they feel?