My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Ghibranian Behavior

Three o'clock in the morning.

Chayra immediately got up and got out of her bed. He immediately prepared to go to the Assembly of Ta'lim to attend the study before dawn. But, there was doubt in his heart. It is certain that Ghibran will fill in the material in his class.

"Kok I'm so gini deg-degan huh. Usually not so good." Slowly flowed. With a slight hesitation, he opened the door slowly, walking away from Mr. Ismail's house towards the Assembly of Ta'lim.

While waiting for the teacher to come. Chayra opened the Qur'an and read it in a very slow voice, almost like a whisper. Saras and Tania just pay attention without reprimanding him first because usually Chayra who greeted them first.

"Assynoltomodel.."

The sound of greetings spoken in front of them made their activities stop instantly. They answered the greetings and then kept quiet.

The heart of the Chayra beats faster when it comes to exchanging glances with people who say greetings. He smiled at the arrival of Ghibran. But he also directly lowered his head not daring to look too long at the man who was about two meters away in front of him.

What about Ghibran?

Don't ask about her anymore. His heart felt like it was about to jump from his chest. His feelings are mixed between gerogi, happy, and I don't know what other feelings he feels. The important thing is that he is happy to see back the smile of a Chayra Azzahra.

Ghibran was still standing trying to turn his attention to his other guidance sister. Although his heart could not be compromised and always wanted to turn his eyes to the girl who was still lowered in front of him.

"Don't anyone just lend me the alphabet?" Ghibran asked while trying to focus his mind.

Tania touched Chayra's hand. The one who was touched immediately looked over in surprise. "What's up, Nia?" Ask lirih.

Tania brought her head closer to Chyara's ear. "Lend your prayer mat to Ustadz Ghibran. Poor thing he doesn't have a seat."

"Aren't you the one who usually lends your prayer mats?" Still in a whispering voice.

"Because now you are a person as special as Ustadz Ghibran. So, your job should be to prepare a prayer mat for her." Tania sat back down to her place.

Chayra took a deep breath and then got up and raised her alphabet. He held the prayer in front of Ustadz Ghibran.

"Thank you, Zahra."

Chayra just nodded, pretending to be indifferent so that her nervousness was not too visible.

Saras slightly shifted so that Chayra could sit on his alphabet. "You look so nervous, Ayra." Whisperers

Chayra looked at Saras. "really?" He said while patting his cheeks in turn.

Saras. "Your face is red." Whisper again.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim," Chayra covered her face. "I'm so ashamed, Saras..."

Saras smiled and pulled Chayra's hand to stop covering her face. "Who's the same? No one's friends saw it. We're on the front row."

"But the one in front sees us."

Tania who was just a listener gawked at Chayra's last sentence.

Saras whispered in Chayra's ear. "Have you really fallen for her?"

Chayra was surprised to hear Saras question. "Hhh, Saras, what the hell?" Chayra brushed off Saras' hand.

" Hmm.. What are you talking about? Are you listening to what I'm saying?" Ghibran knitted his brows. He looked at Saras and Chayra with a sharp look.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, forgive our disrespect, Ustadz." Chayra said as she looked down because she felt guilty.

"Ustadz hasn't said anything since. Ustadz just kept quiet and we didn't know what Ustadz was thinking." A Santri sitting right behind the Chayra. "It seems like Ustadz was busy watching someone. Or maybe Ustadz was imagining teaching us."

Heard santri's words. Ghibran knitted his eyebrows dislike. He immediately made it clear by asking the other Santri." Is it true what he said?"

Tania who was in the front row gave Ghibran an answer with a nod of her head.

"Sorry, Ustadz." Saras held out his hand. "I also realized that Ustadz had not explained anything. That's why I dared to invite Ayra to talk earlier."

Ghibran gawking in disbelief. He hasn't explained anything yet.

"Ustadz fantasizes a lot lately." Said one of Santri again.

Ghibran really dead fleas. He scratched his head that was not itchy then rubbed his nape. How humiliating. Inwardly

Finally, the study before dawn is not filled with material. But the grievances of the Santri over the attitude of the Ghibran which they think changed. In contrast to the Ghibran they knew.

Ghibran apologized repeatedly. He was completely wrong this morning. It seems, tomorrow he will take a break to fill the class until he can focus.

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After establishing the Dzuhur prayer, Ghibran did not immediately return to his dormitory. He fell in the mosque. Sleeping on his back, one hand he put on his chest and the other he used as a head brace. This happened of course after the Santri returned to the Dormitory. He recalled the incident earlier this morning in his guidance class. He breathed a heavy breath. Is it true the younger siblings of his guidance say that he has changed. Thinking about this made his head turn dizzy.

Rudi who saw his friend was contemplating while lying down, walked closer. "Tumben is not going back. Usually end of prayer there is no event like gini."

Ghibran only glanced at Rudi. "I'm busy, Rudi. Don't bother me if you don't want to snack again like yesterday."

"Bas with you, Ghi. Later if it is at the level of contribution, only Rudi who is always loyal to accompany you. They are falling in love. You never think of your friend."

Ghibran looked at Rudi. Sighing heavily. Rise up and sit cross-legged in front of Rudi. "Eh, Rud. Do you think I really changed?" He asked while patting Rudi's thigh who was also sitting cross-legged.

"You think?" Rudi asked back.

"Ck! I'm serious, Rudi."

"Ask yourself. If you feel something different in you. The answer will be found by yourself."

The ghibran took a deep breath. He lowered his head thinking hard. "I feel in my mind full of Zahra's name, Rud."

"That's it, you've found the answer."

"Mm.." Rudi nodded. "Even very clearly." Rudi slapped Ghibran's thigh. "I just want to remind you, Ghi.."

"What?"

"Don't love her too much. No one can stop people from falling in love. However, fall in love accordingly."

"You mean?"

"I'm afraid that you're not a match..."

"Don't say that, Rud!" Gibran immediately smothered Rudi's mouth.

Rudi drew Ghibran's hand which smothered his mouth. "You're scared, aren't you?"

Ghibran nodded his head.

"Don't fall too deep, you can't get up. Don't cross the line beyond your love for your God."

"I'm not that stupid, Rudi."

"But you look stupid now, Ghi. If you love her so much, why don't you ask her guardian. Tell her parents you want to justify it."

"His father is dead."

Rudy surprised. "Ja. So, Ayra is an orphan?"

Ghibran nodded. "She graduated from High School yesterday. He's not old enough." Reciprocity.

"But you look like someone's trying to get married."

"You're overreacting, Rudi. Not that way either. I invited him to speak in person yesterday."

"Keep it.."

Ghibran stroked. "He didn't dare to promise to see me. He just said he'd try to come."

"You're asking him to meet with four eyes?"

"I'm not that crazy, Rudi. I told him to come with two friends who were with him a lot."

"It's good that you know the limits."

"I really want to take her ta'aruf, Rud."

"That's better. But I hope, from now on you must learn to be able to control the state of your heart. You've had too many sins, Ghi.."

"I've never touched it even if it's just skin-to-skin."

Plaque!

Rudi slaps Ghibran's cheek. Not loud. However, it was enough to surprise Ghibran.

"Why are you so rude to me, Rud?"

"You just said I was rude. Lha, you remember what you did yesterday dragging me without guilt."

"Don't talk about that. I want to know why you slapped me."

"You didn't touch him. But this and this." Rudi pointed to Ghibran's eyes and chest. "Always carry sin for you. You still remember, whose name is zina eye and zina heart?"

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, forgive the servant of Allah.." Ghibran rubbed his face with his palm.

"You realize now, Ghi?"

Ghibran nodded. "Thank you for the advice."

Rudi gawking. "Now you say thank you. You said you were busy and didn't want to bother me."

"You know I like to joke with you."

"It's up to you, Ghi, what to say. Let's go back, I haven't had lunch."

"I don't want to eat." Ghibran.

"Why?"

"I'm lazy to cook and it seems, if I see Zahra now. I can assure you that I must be full immediately." Ghibran raised his eyebrows looking at Rudi.

"But, you son of a bitch. Come on, I've been cooking."

Well, the Rudi Abdiansyah now really does not turn again at the crossroads. He's been really penitent and not much of a whim."

"Don't start again, Ghi. You want me to cancel the lunch deal?"

"Don't dong!"

"Eat him don't say much. If you're hungry, go back to the dorm before I change my mind."

"O Allah, Rudi, your words are truly sadistic."

Rudi grinned and then rose before the Ghibran out of the Mosque. "Ghibran Basis. He's the one in love, I'm the one who's dizzy." Rudi nagged as he walked away from the Mosque. The ghibran who heard it only giggled while following Rudi from behind.

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