My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Ghibran Recognition

Chayra gaped in disbelief. "Well, can Abah also say, baby?"

Mr. Ismail cengengesan heard Chayra's question. Scratching his head that does not itch

"That's it, you know there's a kid up front, even a tombal." Mrs Ainun was wrong.

"Ayra is an adult, Ummi. He's not a kid anymore." Timpal Mr. Ismail.

"Ayra's childhood also often heard the late Father calling Mother with Dear."

Ms. Ainun and Mr. Ismail were stunned for a moment when they heard Chayra's words. Ms. Ainun patted Chayra's shoulder after that. "Surely you remember your father, son?"

"Of course, Ummi. Who would forget the father as well as Ayra."

"Ah, yes. Ummi forgot that his sister Ummi was very possessive of his small family." Ms. Ainun looked back at her husband.

"What?" Said Mr. Ismail because he was not comfortable with his wife's eyes.

"Ayra is not a child, Abah. But, that..." Ms. Ainun pointed towards Amrina who was busy watching child animation on television. Deliberately diverting the topic of conversation because it does not want to dissolve in sadness. Remembering the late Arianto will open old wounds again.

"He was busy watching, where he heard Abah's words." Mr. Ismail was immediately sensitive to the behavior of his wife. I can already read the change in his wife's face.

Chayra was just watching the debate of the two old men in front of her.

"It never wants to lose if the same debate Ummi. But Abah was wrong."

"That's not wrong, Ummi. Calling his wife, honey, can't it?"

Bu Ainun snorted in annoyance. "Tau gini nyesel, Ummi mengeluarin voice earlier."

"Udah is up, Ummi. Naked is of no use either."

"Change!"

"Yes, honey..."

"Change!" Ms. Ainun tightened her voice even more in annoyance.

"Yes, honey..."

Ms. Ainun was getting upset, she stood up and pinched her husband's cheeks in a fit of anxiety.

"Again, Ummi, geez. Abah khilaf, promise never to tease Ummi again." Mr. Ismail tried to release Ms. Ainun's hand while continuing to beg for mercy.

Amrina who was disturbed due to the commotion made by her parents turned her head. He widened his eyes. Surprised to see his brother being tormented by Umminya. He ran over and tried to break up.

"Ummi, why pinch Abah? Poor Abah, it'll be swollen cheeks." Said the girl innocently.

Ms. Ainun stopped her activities. Staring at her daughter then pulled Amrina sitting on her lap. "Amrina knows why Ummi pinched Abah?"

The little girl nodded.

"Change naughty with Ummi, son. Abah bullied Ummi from earlier.

"What?!" Amrina came down from the lap of her ummy. He walked up to Ishmael and sat on his lap. "Why is he naughty?" He asked innocently while rubbing his cheeks that had been pinched violently by Bu Ainun.

Mr. Ismail smiled looking at his daughter. "It's just a joke with Ummi, son."

"But Ummi was upset with Abah. Try Abah look, Ummi pout." Amrina pointed towards Bu Ainun who was still pouting. Amrina rubbed her cheek again. Suddenly he pinched violently both of his cheeks.

Mr. Ismail is squealing in pain. "Aww, why pinch Abah, son?"

Bu Ainun and Chayra were also surprised by Amrina's spontaneous actions.

Amrina descended from the lap of Mr. Ismail and returned to the lap of his Ummya. "That's a punishment for Abah for disturbing Ummi."

He hugged his Umminya, unwilling to look at his Abah.

Chayra who from earlier was just silent, finally could not bear to not laugh. "It's very sad Abah. Cup, cup, cup. Don't cry, Abah." Chayra turned to look at Amrina who was seen glancing at her. "Amrina, the perfect revenge. H.ha.ha.." Chayra said with a thumbs up to Amrina.

The girl gave a thumbs up. But he still stuck in his arms.

"Ummi don't be upset anymore either Abah. Amrina punished him." Looking up at Umminya.

Ms. Ainun smiled wryly kissing her son's puffed cheeks. "Thank you, Son. You are a filial son." Mrs Ainun giggled.

Mr. Ismail gawking. "Ummi, who taught Amrina that?"

"Everything, Abah don't try to be naughty with Ummi. Because Ummi's supporters are many. Including Ayra.."

Mr. Ismail just grinned the horse while scratching his head that does not itch.

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On the advice of Mr. Ismail that night. Finally Chayra replied to Ghibran's letter. How many

the paper he spent. However, at the ends he would squeeze the paper because he felt the contents did not match.

Chayra took a deep breath. This is the sixth sheet. Will he squeeze it again. He stared at the white striped paper that was still clean. No ink scratches have colored the paper.

He took another deep breath. Saying basmalah before finally the pen in his hand began to scratch the words on the paper.

Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi..

Sorry, if Ayra keeps Ustadz waiting..

Ustadz asked Ayra..

Ayra apologized..

For Ustadz's request yesterday, Ayra did not dare to promise to meet Ustadz..

But, God willing, Ayra will try to come..

Ayra didn't promise..

Oh, yes, Ayra almost forgot..

Ustadz Ghibran received a greeting from Abah..

Chayra Azzahra

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Chayra stared at the piece of paper she had folded in such a way.She looked for her tutorial on the youcube. He folded it a few times and then dismantled it again. Several times he failed, until he finally got the results he wanted.

After the dawn prayer tomorrow, he intends to leave the reply through Saras and Tania. Because he's not going to the Ta'lim Assembly anymore.

That morning, Chayra was in a daze at the Santri Mosque. He was looking for the whereabouts of his two best friends. Suddenly, a Santriwati greeted him and said that Saras and Tania were waiting for him and prepared a place for him in the front row. Chayra smiled then thanked the santri.

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The heart of the Ghibran is beating. He was still tightly grasping the paper given by Saras and Tania earlier. He was hoping to meet his Zahranya. He looked at the paper. Twirled the paper in his palm. I still have doubts about opening it. He was afraid, the contents of the letter did not match his expectations. He looked back, staring back at the paper..

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim.." He said while opening carefully. Afraid that his hand was wrong, and the paper was torn before being read. After opening it perfectly. The eyes of the Ghibran were stunned. His hands shook slightly reading the contents of the letter.

"Oh my God, when will I be able to have this girl." Slowly flowed. He rubbed his face with both palms.

Rudi who from earlier pretended to sleep immediately got up. He approached Ghibran who was still sitting cross-legged on his bed.

Rudi's movement did not make Ghibran disturbed. He even got up and walked out of the room. He kept walking away from his dorm and approached the Santri Putri Dormitory.

Rudi kept tailing behind. Following in Ghibran's footsteps, wherever the man set foot.

Rudi started to get uncomfortable. Because it seems, Ghibran will go to Santri Putri Dormitory.

"Ghi, where are we going?" Tanya while trying to reach Ghibran's shoulder.

"I didn't ask you to follow me." The ghibran replied without looking.

"But you've crossed the border."

"We're not Santri anymore, Rudi. We have become Santri's Advisor. Why are you still worried about that?"

"But it's still morning. Even earlier you did not follow in order santri sister. And now you suddenly appear in the Santri Putri Dormitory when they are in order to study in class."

Ghibran stopped his steps right at the end of the fish pond that became the barrier to the entry of the Santri Putri area. He leaned against the mahogany tree that stood firmly beside him. His gaze was immediately fixed on the three girls who were sitting in a gazebo in the middle of a fish pond.

Rudi looked at his friend in wonder. "What did you see?"

"You know what, Rud? I'm in love with that girl who's passionate about being privileged." The ghibran pointed towards the three girls who were laughing while covering their mouths.

Just then came the voice of Chayra reciting Istighfar with a slightly tight voice until it sounded in the ears of the two men who were standing staring at them.

"Subhanallah, Ghi. You really fell in love with Abah Ismail's niece?' Said Rudi pretending not to know.

Ghibran nodded steadily. "My heart even felt like it would explode if it was in front of him. I even fell in love at first sight. I fell in love with everything that was on him. His smile, his way of keeping his eyes. How to talk." The ghibran breathed heavily. He improved his standing position. "I can't help holding this feeling myself." Ghibran patted Rudi on the shoulder. "Thank you for accompanying me so far."

Rudi poked his lips. "So he said he didn't ask me to accompany you. Now your ucaoan is different again, Ghi. It is true people say. If a person is in love, his nature will change by one hundred and eighty degrees."

Ghibran smiled cynically. "Who said? My nature has not changed. I'm just not focused right now."

"Well, thatukan. You're too proud to admit it."

"Ck! Don't talk too much. Come on, let's go back."

"Are you satisfied with looking at him?"

"I dare not look at him for too long. He's not halal to me. If I stare at him for too long the devil will definitely clap his hands happily."

"Don't, now just say that. You didn't even blink when you looked at him. The devil not only clapped his hands at you. But the devil has also clapped his feet."

Ghibran flanked Rudi's head under his armpits. "Don't say much, Rud. Let's go back." He said, dragging Rudi with his head still pinched.

"God, Ghi. Untie me. Don't let anyone see you do violence to me."

"No one will hear the testimony of a Rudi Abdiansyah in this Pesantren." Ghibran releases his flames.

Rudi breathed a sigh of relief, but he immediately looked at Ghibran cynically. "You underestimated me, Ghi?"

Ghibran shrugged his shoulders. "Come,"

"It turns out it really sucks to talk to people who are in love." Rudi immediately preceded Ghibran's move. He stomped his feet like a child.

"Ha.ha.ha.you look so funny.."

"Don't comment, Ghi. Your comment is of no use to me."

Instead of being silent, Ghibran's laughter broke even more. He chased after Rudi who had left him far away.

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