I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 6 | Decision

"The shadows are always there, always greeting. Either I'm the one with less work or he's the one with no busyness."

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The atmosphere that had been warm with jokes and laughter now suddenly turned into a very gripping atmosphere for two families that would become one big family. When talking about the issue of marriage that one week will be done. The bride-to-be suddenly opened her voice. Since the beginning of the conversation Zahra did not dissolve in the chatter that greatly made his mood fall apart. The words thrown by the bride-to-be made everyone stare in disbelief.

"Don't mess with your words, Zahra!" said Prawira who does not like the words of the princess only wayangnya. "This is Zahra's decision, Bi," he broke down in fear of his father's sharp eyes.

"Don't make a decision at a time when you're not good Zahra." This warning full speech was thrown from the sidelines of Prawira's lips.

"Abi, Zahra has thought things through carefully. And this is Zahra's final decision." A single tear escaped from his eye patch, sliding freely with so much arrogance.

"If there is a problem talk well do not like this," exclaimed Prawira excited. Resisting anger in the chest.

"Istigfar, Bi," said Hanna to calm her husband. In Prawira's heart, he continued to say Astaghfirullah repeatedly to dampen the emotions that had been in the crown.

"What's going on?" prasetya asked Gibran, his son.

"Gibran asked Zahra to end this marriage" Gibran said, lying to protect Zahra from Prawira's rampage.

Zahra looked up and looked at Gibran in disbelief at what he had just heard. 'Why do you do this, Ran? It's wrong I shouldn't have loe protected me, ' Inner Zahra.

It wasn't Gibran who wanted to end this marriage, where did a bridegroom end the marriage of his own dreams? Including Gibran. But what can be done if the prospective wife does not want the same thing, then what would her household be? This is the will of Zahra who came to see Gibran this morning in his office. Although Gibran has not been able to interpret the feeling he is now feeling in his best friend. He admires his future wife but he is also confused by his own feelings. Maybe by following Zahra's will it was the right decision for them.

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"Gue asks you to cancel our marriage right now!" last night Zahra met Gibran in his office this morning.

Gibran couldn't believe what Zahra had just said. He really doesn't believe her at all. "You mean?"

"Sorry I can't marry the same person who's obviously not in my heart." Zahra's words deeply shred Gibran's feelings. It is clear that he feels who is not hurt if his own future wife says that she does not like her future husband.

"Marriage is in sight even just counting the days, Zahra," Gibran said, not wanting to cancel a marriage that would only embarrass his family.

"Gue doesn't want to know if a wedding should be canceled!" concluded Zahra who just left immediately.

Gibran's call was not ignored at all. There's only one in Zahra's brain. How to cancel the wedding. Gibran looks very frustrated, confused, angry, upset, disappointed, everything becomes a neat blend at heart.

"What should I do" he murmured as he grabbed the coarse hair.

"Gue likes and loves you. But why do you treat me rich gini," the curve is unclear. He was confused by his own feelings.His feelings were still gray. Did he really put his heart on his best friend? Or quite the opposite.

"Loe's not the Zahra I know, you've changed, Ra, '" he said with a troubled heart.

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And what happened now, Gibran obeyed Zahra's desire to end his marriage. No matter what pain she was in, Zahra was happy. No matter what abuse he received, Zahra was not hurt. She is willing to be a suspect in this marriage annulment drama, let her be the one to blame in this matter.

"What do you mean?" tanya Prawira.

"I'm sorry, Om. I'm backing away" Gibran said, hiding the tightness in his heart.

Prawira's hand almost hit Gibran's face. But because of the check from Zahra it can be stopped. "You asked my daughter to throw it away. Where's your brain?" prawira Sentak.

'I didn't want all this to happen, but you guys.' Those words were stuck in Gibran's throat. It is very difficult to uncover the truth.

"I'm sorry, Pah Gibran can't" said Gibran, lethargic with his face still down.

Plaque! One slap landed sweetly on Gibran's cheek. Don't ask who the clear culprit is Prasetya, his own father.

Zahra was just staring at the current events, wanting to refute and help Gibran. However, what power he could only watch and watch.

'I'm sorry, Ran, ' his mind is sad to see Gibran being judged and it's not Gibran's fault but him.

"What's on your mind, Gibran?!" wrathful Papah.

"Sorry Gibran, Pah." That's all Gibran can say.

"No wedding and please get out of my house!" throw Prawira out of emotions.

Without a single word issued Gibran and his parents. They're embarrassed. Very, very embarrassed by the behavior of his son Prasetya dragged forcibly the arm of his son with Yulia who was tailing behind. They left the Zahra residence just like that.

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Zahra cried so much in Hanna's arms, shedding all the pain in her heart. "Patiently, son, he's not the best mate for you." That's what was said uminya, which actually made Zahra's crying more and more.

Zahra shook her head in disagreement with what he had just said, "Zahra who does not know himself, Mi because it was already nyia-nyiain Gibran," he said.

"What do you mean?!" ask Prawira who is still in the same place.

"Zahra asked Gibran to end it all" he said on the sidelines of a sobbing cry. In his presence the princess who more and more shed tears until she shook her body.

"Explain everything the same Abi," pinta Prasetya who already does not understand the way the child's mind just wayangnya. There is no statement or explanation from Zahra that is heard is just a sobbing of tears.

"Udah, Bi later let Zahra rest first," the wife who immediately brought Zahra's vibrating body to the room.

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"Are you aware of Gibran!" his voice with a high voice. "You asked Zahra, but why now you dumped her. Where's your brain?!" he continued with a voice no less high than before.

"It wouldn't have happened if it wasn't Papah's crazy request" Gibran replied.

"See what you say Gibran!" Prasetya.

"All of these plays started because Papah set the screenplay. Not me! I'm just a victim of selfishness, Papah!" sela Gibran is no less emotional. Both of Prasetya's hands were clenched perfectly. Resisting the tempestuous anger.

"Sorry." Finally that's what Gibran was able to say. It was better for him to give up than to have to fight with his own father.

"Never play games with Gibran's wedding. Everything's not gonna be okay with just your apologies." Gibran still survives with his clamor. Not wanting to extend and boil everything.

"Assalamualaikum," greeting someone entering the area of the house that has been chaotic. "Wa'alaikumusalam," said the three answered the greetings from Galang who had just returned home.

Home work was immediately treated to an unsightly sight that made Galang stare confused and unable to believe what he had just seen. "What's going on?" ask Galang because he is the only one who knows nothing. There is no reason or explanation that Galang got and it makes Galang increasingly stricken with curiosity.

"Rest your condition has not improved" his mother instructed Gibran the son, his youngest, into the room.

"Father and Galang also rest. Gibran let Mamah take care of it," he continued.