My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Love and admiration

Chayra and two of her friends continued their steps towards the Santri Mosque. After Ghibran's departure, no one opened the conversation again. They quietly drift in each other's minds. There was an uncomfortable feeling in the hearts of each of them.

Saras and Tania sat waiting for Chayra who was still praying two more raka'at. They just silently looked at Chayra who was still prostrating. Because Chayra performed the four raka'at prayers. The two of them are just two.

Not as usual. This morning while passing through the fish pond, they only took a breath in enjoying the cool air around the pond. Even though the time has shown at nine in the morning. However, the air around the pond was still very cool.

Chayra was getting bored with this atmosphere. The atmosphere was silent because Saras and Tania were usually chatty, this time they were completely silent a thousand languages.

A few minutes waiting, but still quiet. Finally, Chayra opened the conversation first.

"I'm tired of this kind of atmosphere."

Saras cringed in wonder. Looking towards the Chayra. "You mean?"

Chayra looked at Saras. "I just want us to joke around as usual. Exchanging stories without any awkwardness like this."

Their attention was distracted when they heard a snort from Tania. "We're just trying to get our hearts in order, Ayra. Trying to accept with a chest of air, if Ustadz Ghibran really there is a sense of the same you. So don't blame us if we act like this.

Chayra was shocked to hear Tania's words. Frowning his brows looked at Tania. However, the girl he looked at looked straight ahead. "Why are you saying that, Nia?

Tania looked at Chayra at a glance. Then look straight ahead again, towards the fish that passed in the pond. "If Ustadz Ghibran really invites you to ta'aruf. You know what's gonna happen to us?"

Chayra nodded slowly. "You were too exaggerated in response to the words of Ustadz Ghibran, Nia. Ustadz Ghibran never said he liked me."

"But the way he looks at you already shows that he sees you as a special woman in his heart. His way of looking at you is different to the way he looks at us which he considers nothing more than a disciple, Ayra. I'm sorry, Ayra. I'm not mad at you. I. I'm just preparing myself for a broken heart." Tania took a breath for a moment.

"Hwuahoo...! Ayra, you're lucky to have the heart of Ustadz Ghibran." Tania slid into Chayra's arms. Her cries broke, just like the cries of a child who had not bought ice cream.

Saras giggled at the behavior of two people who were hugging in front of him. He patted Tania's back intending to strengthen.

"Patience, Tania. You are destined only to love but not to love.."

Tania let go of her embrace. The look in his eyes immediately looked at Saras with a cynical look. "You have a lot of heart, Saras, by the way. I don't really love Ustadz Ghibran. I'm just amazed at him."

Saras rolled his eyeballs. "Awe-inspiring as love is thinly different, Tania. That admiration is the beginning of falling in love. So, when you start to be amazed by someone. That means love will soon grow."

"But I don't feel that way."

"So then why were you so hurt when Ustadz Ghibran said he liked the way Ayra had lowered his gaze? Ustadz Ghibran just said that. I'd really like to see your reaction if I hear Ustadz Ghibran say.." Saras improved his standing position more firmly. "Chayra Azzahra, Ana uhibopen Fileh!"

"Stop, Saras! Don't continue. I'm not ready." Tania silenced Saras mouth with her palm.

Chayra shook her head. "Astagfirullahal'adzim, you fantasize too far. Nia, don't stain your mind with anything uncertain. Pity your brain if you have to be told to think about things you don't need to think about."

Tania took her hands out of Saras' mouth. "Listen to that, Saras. Can't you give me a motive, so that I don't get too heartbroken when I listen to that one day."

Saras. "He was just amazed. If you're just amazed, you won't be disappointed when you hear she's in love with someone else."

Their conversation came to a halt when Ismail's youngest child, four-year-old Amrina Rosyada, approached them.

"Sir Ayra was told to go home with Ummi. Ummi said, Brother has not had breakfast. He will be sick again if he does not eat.

Chayra lowered her head, aligning her body with the boy. Slowly rubbing Amrina's head. "Thank you, Dek, it's Brother. Sorry yes, Brother so ngerepotin Adek because Brother late home."

Saras and Tania shook their heads. Saras looked down just like Chayra did. "Saras's brother Tania had breakfast at Dormitory, Dek. You can't eat breakfast at Adek Amrina's house."

"Why, Brother? No one is angry." Ask plain amrina.

"No way, Deck. You have to cook first you can eat." Tania answered.

Chayra carried the small body of the cute boy. When he was close to the boy, he always remembered Amanda. The boy who always stuck to him at home. How's Manda doing now? His inner. Ah, I don't know. He hasn't even touched his phone since his first day at Pesantren. She only knew about her mother and sister from Mr. Ismail and Ms. Ainun. Since arriving at the Pesantren. Mr. Ismail hasn't allowed Chayra to use his cell phone.

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"Ayra, here, son."

Chayra approached Ismail, who was sitting quietly in the Family Room. He sat on the sofa opposite Mr. Ismail. Ms. Ainun who was sitting next to her husband just smiled at his niece.

"Yes, Abah, what's wrong?"

"How do you feel after a month at Pesantren?"

"Alhamdulillah, Ayra is getting more comfortable Abah."

Mr. Ismail picked up the backpack he had placed at the foot of the sofa. Hand over the maroon-red object to Chayra. "This is your laptop and your phone. I hope you use it wisely and don't disturb your schedule."

Chayra's lips covered in a smile. Grabbing the bag and hugging it tightly. "Thank God, you two are finally back with me." Instead of staring at Ismail. "Thank you, Om. Uh, Abah. God willing, Ayra will use it wisely."

"You are, son. It's been a month, we're here. But, you've still been calling us wrong." Said Mrs Ainun.

Chayra smiled grimacingly. "Sorry, Ummi. Ayra right, still adapting to this new calling."

Mr. Ismail laughed a little. "You're all there, son. Yes, already. Please, if you want to check your stuff."

"Later, Abah, if Ayra's in the room. Mm.. Abahs. Can Ayra ask?"

Mr. Ismail nodded. "What do you want to ask, son?"

"mmm.. What about Ayra's college plan?"

"You don't have to worry. Abah has registered you. Abah has asked Ghibran to deliver the registration form. He'll drive her here."

"Thank you, Abah. Sorry, if all this time, Ayra had a lot of trouble Abah.'

"Not at all, son. This has become the duty of Abah and Ummi as your parents." Mr. Ismail took a deep breath. "Now go into the room. Call your mother. From yesterday she urged Abah to talk to you. But Abah still won't allow it because it hasn't been a month."

Hearing her mother's name, Chayra immediately got up."Then Ayra went to the room first, Abah, Ummi."

Mr. Ismail and Ms. Ainun nodded simultaneously.

Chayra smiled then rushed into her room. He immediately looked for his phone in the bag and immediately contacted his mother. She really misses Mom, Bian and her three friends. Alesha, Amira and Tina. How are they doing now.

Chayra smiled at the faces of those closest to her. A month apart from them made him want to run away to meet them. But soon he caught that bad thought.

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