I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 7 | Pain

"I've tried to forget you. Forget the beautiful shadows about you. But my heart and my mind continue to oppose disagree."

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Riding the car with a huff and restless do not know what is in mind beautiful girl with a pashmina hijab and matching colored robe. His mind had been too much contaminated with various flavors that made his chest tight instantly.

"Bismillah there will be nothing," he muttered, who kept glued to the streets of the capital that were densely crawling.

The ringing sound of the device from earlier rang out loud but was ignored by the girl. He focused on driving his car, there was not the slightest intention to answer or lift the call.

Before long his car was parked neatly in the yard of a house that was quite large and magnificent. Without a single shred of hesitation he stepped foot into the house he was visiting. "Assalamualaikum," he said, pressing the bell.

"Wa'alaikumusalam warahmatullah," said someone answering his greetings.

"Sorry for a long time was common in the street jammed," he said, only replied with a smile from the host.

"You want to go straight to his room?"

The girl smiled kindly and nodded. Then go and enter the room in question. "It's Zihan" he said, knocking on the door.

There was no confirmation finally Zihan opened the door knob that turned out to be unlocked. With a step of the pelad he went inside. "Loe why?" zihan asked worriedly and very attentive. There was no response given he instead felt a warm sigh in his body and a sobbing of poop gushed his sense of hearing.

"Don't cry my dong is here," said Zihan let go of his arms and wiped away the tears of the person in front of him.

"Gue is ashamed, Han," he said, with tears returning from his eyes.

"Tempo?" ask Zihan.

Zahra nodded then said, "Gue has made my family as ashamed as Gibran, Han."

"Gue's dating my marriage to Gibran" he said. Zihan was wide-eyed in disbelief at what he had just heard.

Zihan shook his head quickly 'No way! Why can?' he kept wondering the same thing.

"Aren't you supposed to get married in three days?" There was a tightness in Zihan's heart when he said that.

"Gue told Gibran to cancel everything, Han." The crying broke again.

'No way, this can't happen how can a marriage that is in plain sight just cancel, ' thought Zihan still can't believe it.

"Why?" Only that word slid free from her tiny lips.

"Gue doesn't like her" said Zahra, wiping away the rough tears that had once again soaked her pretty face.

Zihan was not surprised or surprised to hear the words slid free from the lips of the friend because indeed a few days ago Zahra asked him to cancel the marriage. But the question is why is Gibran willing to comply with Zahra's wishes? It feels weird and weird if Gibran just backs off. That was also what was in Zihan's mind.

"Do you think you've made a good decision?" As a good friend Zihan can only support his best friend.

Zahra nodded steadily. "God willing, I am sure of my decision."

"If you believe the same decision loe, why are you now rich gini?" asked Zihan cautiously. Because Zihan came to see Zahra in a bad condition. A deathly pale face with puffy eyes and a weak physical condition.

"Father, Han," the lie covered the pain that was eating away at his body as well as his heart.

"Lies of sin, Ra," said Zihan, scaring Zahra into telling the truth.

"Prophet Shallallahu 'alaihi wa sallam said: 'And if a person is always honest and still chooses to be honest, it will be recorded on the side of Allah as an honest person,'" zihan further strengthened his speech with a hadith.

The pensive Zahra still held on with her clatter. "Well, if you don't want to tell me, I'll take it." Zihan pretended to get up from his seat and put his feet up to leave.

"Gue nyesel has already canceled this marriage," said Zahra who made Zihan sculpt and remain silent on the spot.

'Repent?' His heart felt a sense of unparalleled pain. Zahra's statement managed to catch her feelings.

Zihan slowly twisted his body and returned to Zahra after his condition began to improve and he could control it.

"Gue nyesel, Han," he repeated, which made the wound in Zihan's heart gap so big.

Will Zahra be able to see her parents bear the shame of her marriage annulment? He won't have the heart to do that, he'll try to open his heart to Gibran.

'Yes, I'll give it a try, ' her mind is monologuing.

Zihan smiled sweetly to cover up the wound in his heart. "It's not too late to go on with everything." Tears were already pushing out. The tightness in his chest increasingly thrust to the surface.

Zahra smiled at Zihan's words and hugged him very warmly and tightly. "But you don't papa, do you?" zahra asked carefully and let go of her embrace.

"Loe, I like Gibran. I don't want you to get hurt because of me," he said looking down at the clear droplets coming back out of the eye patch. It felt like all day Zahra had become someone whiny.

Although Zihan never told me about how he felt about Gibran. However, it could be seen clearly from the look in Zihan's eyes that radiated love and Zahra knew that. As a woman who has a fairly good level of sensitivity.

"Gue is happy to see my best friend happy" said Zihan with a smile. However, he realized that now his wounds are getting stronger. But he is sincere, sincere so that his two friends live happily.

"Loe is my best friend, Han," he said, hugging Zihan.

"Don't overdo it." It felt as if Zihan wanted to run and shout as loud as he let out a tightness that squeezed his chest.

'This is the best, ' his mind tries to strengthen itself which in fact is very fragile.

"Thank you, Han," said Zahra, holding her best friend's hands tightly together. Zihan was only able to smile and nod.

"Because my best friend is back. Now I have to unplug it first" said Zihan who was no longer strong enough to pretend he was okay. I can't wait to complain to Allah, the Owner of Love for all its pain.

"Cock in a hurry anyway, Han," prevent Zahra still reluctant to let go of his best friend.

"Other time I can play here again."

"But, Han---"

"Udah well, Ra I have to unplug right now," cut Zihan quickly.

"Yes, but you have to play at my house a lot. Especially if later I'm married don't forget me."

Zahra's words again tore apart Zihan's heart and feelings. Now the wound is perfect. He could no longer hide his pain. He wants to leave right now!

'sickness.' Hearts screamed.

"God willing," that's all Zihan can say.

'Look at Gibran as Siska is heartbroken. What if I see you sitting next to Gibran under guarantee?' miris.

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Silent pensively enjoying the night breeze on the balcony of the room. The sky today was foggy as if the rain was coming. The sky was pity and felt the same way that Zihan was feeling. Let the rain dissolve his tears of sorrow. Let the lightning disguise its cries and screams of pain.

"Han, it's raining" said Windi, his mother. "Yes, Bun brags again," Zihan was still reluctant to leave his sadness along with the raindrops that had already begun to wet his body.

"Let's go in," take the mother along with an umbrella so that the princess's body is not exposed to the rain.

"Change his clothes and keep resting." Windi's instructions after they entered the room. Zihan just nodded and obeyed the order of his mother.

"Mother knows how you feel, son," he murmured with pity on the princess. Every test and trial that God gives to every servant is a proof of His love. If a servant is tested, it means that God loves him.

As in Q. S. Al-Baqarah verse 286 which means. "God does not burden a person except according to his ability..."

That is how God loves every servant. Wounds, love, crying, sad, happy, even tears come and say hello to every human being.

"You are Mother's strong and great daughter" she said with a drop of tears so presumptuous as to come out.

"Udah finished?" she asked after Zihan came out of the bathroom and quickly Windi wiped away the rest of her tears.

Zihan simply nodded and smiled faintly in response. "Mother why?" ask Zihan. She saw her mother's eyes reddened and there were tears on her face.

Windi quickly shook his head. "Mother is not papa."

"Yes, you have rest Mother also wants to rest already malem." Windi immediately went past leaving his daughter's room.

Zihan laid his body on the bed. He folded his hands and made them as a pillow to refute his head. Before he actually fell asleep into dreamland, he read the prayer before going to bed first.

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Zihan woke up in exactly one-third of the night. Shedding all grievances in his heart to God the Owner of Everything. Right on the last long prostration, he carved a prayer knitting love to the Creator.

"O Allah, You are the One who turns over the hearts of men. So strengthen the servant with Your religion. Open your heart to accept this reality. Eliminate the feelings in the heart of the servant for him. Give the servant sincerity and patience to be able to see the two servant friends together and live happily. Make easy all the affairs of the two servant friends in carrying out the Sunnah of Your Prophet. Slave sincere if this is the destiny that You have laid down for the life of the servant."

Zihan ended his prayer with a greeting. Rubbing his face rough with both palms. "This is what it hurts to wish on a fellow human being" he murmured. He really can't tell me how sick it is.

It is true what Ali ibn Abi Talib said, "I have felt all the bitterness in life, and the most bitter thing is to hope in man." And now it was Zihan himself who felt the pain.