ONE THIRD OF NIGHT
WHO IS GIBRAN?
...-HAPPY READING-...
...“I believe there’s an inner power that makes winners or losers. And the winners are the ones who really listen to the truth of their hearts.” – Sylvester Stallone...
...“I believe there is an inner power that makes a winner or a loser. And the winners are the ones who really listen to the truth of their hearts.”...
...•••...
Nayra had already arrived at the hospital, three sweet brown martabaks were in her hands now. The hallway of the hospital hallway is very quiet, but the new clock shows at 20:15 and he deliberately left now because he had finished performing Islamic prayers.
Nayla's inpatient room is on the second floor, if she has to go there it means she has to take the quiet elevator. The elevator was very quiet, Nayra herself so made her own goosebumps.
Whatever it is, Nayra will continue her intentions. Inside the elevator Nayra looked resounding, not her fear. But indeed the quiet atmosphere makes the hallway room in his brother's hospital look gripping.
When the elevator door opened, Nayra let out a sigh of relief. Thought no one would cross. However, there is.
And Nayra was a little hesitant not to meet that person or to meet him, obviously she knew who it was.
"Sir aghas, right?"
The man in the toxedo maroon turned his head, then frowned at the sign who was thinking?
"Oh, assalamualaikum ... Sir?"
Nayra clasped both her hands on her chest. "What is my father doing here?"
Silly question, right? Obviously Nayra knew the hospital was where the sick people were. However, since Nayra is not good at small talk, be like this.
"Sorry, who are you?"
"Who? You don't know me anymore, do you?"
Aghas frowned once more. "His son ... Mr Abyan?"
Nayra nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."
"Ah, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you earlier." Aghas nodded small. "Gibran passed out in his room, so I brought him here."
"Fainting in the room? What pain does gibran have, sir?"
"I don't know either."
Nayra seemed to think now. If he visits, he seems lucky, right?
"I look, can you?"
Aghas raised his eyebrows.
"I'm not, his underclassman on campus sir?"
...•••...
Nayla turned back to the door. However, again there was no sign of the sister visiting. Her father had been out for a while, wanting to receive a phone call. And now her mother is resting on the sofa waiting for the hospital.
Mother looks tired, but just wanted to relax her body on the sofa. However, now the mother is there.
Nayla smiled widely with her lips turning pale. The hospital call had been somehow Nayla refused. But, just now when Zara came out and behind her Nayla got up to want to go to the bathroom.
And because of his still-lagging body, he fell unconscious.
Though Nayla just ordinary fever and dizziness, but the mother has panicked seantartika. However, it is undeniable that Nayla smiled considering the services of her parents.
"Assalamualaik."
Nayla turned her gaze to the door. The sister and two bags are in her hands, one of them contains a brown martabak ordered by the mother. "Wa'alaikumussalam." Answer Nayla slowly.
He put his martabak on the table, continued to check the entire body of his brother. "What's wrong, right?"
Nayla chuckled softly and shook her head. "No papa, really."
And now that Nayra had a small nod, she was sitting on the chair next to Nayla's bed basket. "His martabak is two."
Nayla nodded small.
"You're not asking, why?"
Nayla frowned again. "Emang why?"
"Today's three, you know?"
"You eating?"
Nayra shook her head strongly, then she removed her Khimar hook. The room was airy, but why it was so hot.
"Aren't you afraid the nurse will come?"
"But it's hot."
"Is there an Ac?"
Nayra got up from her seat, when she first came here she forgot to die, the bag containing clothes of her brother and mother, the blanket was there. Nayra unzipped the bag, picked up a warm blanket and covered her body.
"Which father?"
"So, I picked up a phone outside. But not in yet."
Nayra nodded in understanding.
"So there was your friend, ngamperin me."
"Who?"
"Cellin's."
...•••...
The papa who called only snorted cynically, the words were already extraordinarily invulnerable he heard. There is no more pain, when the child grits it so.
"I'm not wrong" he concluded too ordinary.
The boy woke up with great difficulty, already in brackets in unused storage for days. Now he has to endure it again. However, his self was determined to avenge everything.
Her body was no longer able to move, her body was all sick. And his voice is rattling. Fortunately, thanks to the mother, she has now been treated in the hospital.
"Your mom, don't you know what your mistake was? Ah too stupid, right?"
His father said in a super ordinary voice. Though clearly his son is now gritting his teeth, angry.
"And one more ... Don't you dare dare dare her, you engage my son again."
After that she left, leaving her son in the inpatient room alone. The boy's mom is either too stupid, or what? What is clear is only the fine words of the husband and his stupid wife believe.
...•••...
"..."
"Yes, tomorrow please put all the files on my desk."
"..."
"First, assalamualaikum."
"..."
Abyan disconnected his phone connection, now very late. It was obviously impossible if he left his wife and children in the hospital. So Abyan decided to sleep in the hospital instead.
His wife clearly refused to go home, and Abyan did not intend to go home either.
The elevator door opened, Abyan exited the elevator and wanted to go to the child's room if not a call from the east did not surprise him.
"Assalamualaik." Sapa Abyan back.
"Ah, HAHA ... Wa'alaikumussalam."
Abyan nodded small. "What's up, sir?"
"My son is sick."
Which child? Thought Abyan.
"First child, I sir." Aghas himself.
...•••...
"Thank you, Mr. Ngak Nerima, if you accept ... I don't know what's going to happen, I don't know for the future."
Yeah, not her evil self. He just wants his son to change, even though he was very obedient to the orders of the child. Now that everything has changed, he will no longer accept any invitation from the child.
But, his teaching ways are evil. From the first because he loved his two children, he always spoiled him. Until he is off guard, he does not monitor what his children have done.
"If you ask? Honey or not? Obviously, I answered ... I'm very dear."
"Don't be too hard."
He turned his head when the interlocutor who had just been silent, then took a look at one of the eyesight topics of the opponent who had been focused on looking there.
"I believe there’s an inner power that makes winners or losers. And the winners are the ones who really listen to the truth of their hearts."
(I believe there is an inner power that makes a winner or a loser. And the winner is the one who really listens to the truth of their heart.)
His self was quite speechless, his opponent now was the right interlocutor. "That's right" she replied with a smile.
Abyan looked to the side. "I say goodbye, my wife and my son must have been waiting for me in the room."
Aghas nagged his authority. "I did too, thank you for hearing that."
Abyan then chuckled as his partner's opponent said so. "All right, assalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
Abyan left aghas alone there. Indeed being a father figure is very extraordinary in the test, we live alone. Are you able or not to pursue this profession?
As Ringo Agus Rahman said. "The head of the family always bears the heaviest burden of the behavior of other families."
"Dad!"
Abyan's focus was ambyar as the call shocked her. Himself chuckles to himself, due to thinking about the problem of his partner's opponent earlier, Abyan was also unconscious when he arrived at the door.
"Ngapain, yeah?"
Abyan hugged his wife's body, smiling happily because he had been given the trust to have his wife and children. "Syukron, habibati."
Zara smiled when she heard him. "Na'am, Habibi."
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