My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Reveal the causes of heartbreak

Chayra was stunned when her husband's car stopped in front of the house of the late Mr. Sucipto. "K.. Why are we going to this house, Mas? Isn't this house confiscated by the bank?"

"I've made it up to you, Sa... Chay." Ardian said that he wanted to call his wife dearly. It made Chayra to knit her eyebrows. "Why be replaced, Mom? Do I no longer deserve to be called your love?"

Ardian closed his eyes as he swallowed his saliva. "B. that's not it. I just feel unworthy to call you darling."

"What the hell is it, Mom? You're being weird like this. Don't make me feel this way, Mom." Chayra leaned her body. He closed his eyes in anger. She felt increasingly uneasy hearing her husband's words.

"That's why Mommy's rarely in our house right now. He's mostly in this house." Ardian is still trying to connect with his wife.

"So why didn't you tell me, Mom?"

"I don't want you to think about my family's burden, Chay. Come on, let's go in now."

Chayra sighed heavily while looking at his wife's bead.

"Don't look at me like that, Chay." Ardian immediately avoided his wife's gaze. Open the car door and get out first. Chayra closed her eyes again. Her head was filled with question marks over her husband's attitude today. Ardian even walked first without waiting for his wife.

Ashar's Adhan roars just as Chayra sets foot on the floor of the house. Chayra hurriedly chased after her husband who was already on the first rung of the stairs. She pulled her husband's arm to stop him. "We pray first, Mas."

Ardian stopped his steps as he turned to look at his wife. "I'm sorry, Chay." Pull Chayra's hand and hold it tightly.

Pov Chayra....

My eyes were unceasingly glancing at my hand that was grasped by Mas Ardian. My head feels heavy because there are too many question marks on it. Mas Ardian, what happens with you? Is there a job that's too heavy for you to behave like this?

This morning Mas Ardian left for work feeling happy as usual. We even had a joke before he left. The swab on my head was always a cover when she said goodbye in the morning. Even when he came home, what he would do was definitely not much different.

But...

Everything looked different when he came home. His face was a little pale and his eyes were sad. When I spoke, he answered only as necessary. Now, he's taking me to an old house. What's up, Mom, what's up? The sentence of the question kept replaying in my heart. Not only in my heart, I even revealed it a few times.

When I touched his arm and warned him to pray first, he apologized immediately. I pulled the corner of my lips looking at her hand that was tightly grasping mine. Finally, we climbed the stairs hand in hand. But, I still don't understand the apology he said just now. I don't know, I don't understand everything either. Hopefully everything is resolved today.

Pov Author...

"Where do you want to pray, in your room or in Musholla?" Ardian looked at his wife after they were on the second floor.

"As far as you are, my dear."

"We're in the room, yeah.." Ardian pulled his wife's hand into his room.

"M... Why did you go into this room?"

Ardian turned around while exhaling violently. "What makes you always so nice to me, Chay?" He locked the room door.

Chayra jerks. "M.. What do you mean, Mom?"

"Jawab my question, Chay. I need that answer now..!" Ardian was a little screaming.

"I'm your wife, Mas.. It's only natural that I'm being nice."

"Tell me another reason. I want to hear another reason." Ardian approached the bed and sat there.

"I. I.."

"You're being nice because you feel sorry for me. Isn't that right, Chay..?"

"Buck..!" Chayra closed her eyes and stopped several times.

"It is fitting that Mr. Ghibran has always underestimated me. Turns out my wife was nice to me just out of pity." Ardian smiled sinisterly as he rubbed his face violently.

"You still have feelings for that man." Ardian replied with a flat expression.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim. watch your talk, Mas..!" Chayra took a deep breath. Hearing her husband's words made her feel that her struggle had not been appreciated by Ardian. "You're prejudiced against your own wife, Mas. How many years we've been together. If I really love other men, why am I still hanging by your side?"

"You just feel sorry for me, Chay."

Chayra returns to perform Istighfar. He immediately sat down because he felt his emotions overflowing. "Allah forgive me for disappointing my husband." Chayra is deep. Tears can no longer be held back. Not to mention the tightness of being inside this room. A room that holds her husband's dark past.

"What... what... makes you like this, Mas..? Chayra asked on the sidelines sobs. She looked up at her husband sitting on the side of the bed.

"Your ex-boyfriend always looked at me with one eye. It always comes out an unpleasant word from his mouth." Ardian said while staring in any direction. He could not stare at Chayra because his wife was crying.

"I didn't have an ex-lover, because we were just doing ta'aruf. And now, I don't remember the person who did ta'aruf with me. All I know is that right now, I have a responsible husband, a husband who is fighting for the happiness of his son and wife."

"Don't praise me, Chay..!"

"I'm not praising you, Mom. All I'm saying is this is a fact because I feel it myself."

"But..."

"There is no more the name of a Ghibran in the dictionary of my life, Mas. It's just your name, Ardian Baskara."

Ardian lowered his head while closing his eyes. "How can my name be in your dictionary after seeing what I did to you?"

"God turns our hearts upside down, Mommy."

"You should hate me, Chay. I don't deserve the sincerity of a woman like you."

"Who will love me like you? You are the only man. Don't compare yourself to anyone else, because it's obvious you're different from them." Chayra approached her husband. Slowly he stretched his arms around Ardian's feet. "I love you, Mas. Don't change just because of what people say."

Nyesss...

Ardian's heart was as if watered with ice water hearing a confession of love from his wife. His hand caressed his wife's head which was still attached to his feet.

"J. Don't do this, Chay. I don't deserve to be loved by you."

"Don't destroy the love that God has entrusted to us."

Ardian raised his wife's body slowly. "You're too perfect for a depraved man like me." Clutching Chayra's shoulder tightly.

"You're too perfect for a selfish, stubborn woman like me, Mas." Chayra cupped her husband's cheek. "Never change, my friend. I'm happy to have you. I don't care about people's talk. There I am happy to be your wife, I am happy to be loved by you. I love you regardless of how bad your past is."

"Don't continue, Chay!"

"We love each other and need each other. We have a strong proof of love. Adzra's presence in this marriage is proof that we have accepted each other."

"I'm sorry, Chay." Ardian pulls Chayra's body into his arms. "I am still haunted by the guilt of my stupidity. The arrival of Mr. Ghibran this afternoon made me feel even more guilty. How it looks that man is still expecting you."

"Until death, if God will allow us to be together, I will be your companion for that long."

"I'm not worth fighting for, Chay."

"You're too good to waste." Chayra pulled away from her husband's embrace. He looked back at Ardian's cheeks, looking at Ardian's eyes reddened with tears. "Does this change in your attitude have anything to do with Ghibran Abdullah?"

Ardian looked down avoiding his wife's eyes. "So afternoon he suddenly came, Chay." Finally a long story about the incident this afternoon came out of Ardian's mouth. Not to forget he told how his charade with Dodit was until Ghibran left carrying a feeling of annoyance.

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