My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Heartbroken Se-Adrama

"What???" Saras and Tania were gaped into disbelief at Chayra's words.

"U.. Ustadz Ghibran proposed to you. S.. this fast, Ayra?" Tania shook Chayra's body violently. "Love this is Ustadz Ghibran like you, until he doesn't give us time to set our hearts." Tania took a breath for a moment. "Before.he really couldn't we have."

Saras pulled Tania's hand which was still clutching Chayra's shoulder. "Who do you mean we are, Nia?"

Tania gawked at Saras. "Ayra, you are a woman of prayer. Ustadz Ghibran deserves a woman like you. If we were, it might just be like the wind passing through his eyes."

"Tania... Why are you?!" Saras patted Tania on the cheek.

"Shut up, Saras. I just wanted to congratulate Ayra." Tania looked back at Chayra. "He won the game. Get the man who became our idol. The always patient supervising teacher faced our excessive nature at the sight of his presence."

Saras pursed his lips. She crossed her arms while looking at Tania cynically.

"Why look at me like that?" Tania looked at Saras no less cynically.

The sound of a cellphone ringing from inside the Chayra bag made the three girls silently look at each other.

Chayra reached into that flattened thing. Frowning his brows when he saw who contacted him. He looked back at his two friends before answering the incoming call.

"Who..?" Tania asked without a sound.

Chayra showed the phone screen to Tania.

"God willing..!" Tania closed her mouth. He shook his head slowly. "Long live his people. Being talked about, uh directly call."

Saras covered Tania's mouth with his hand. "Don't be noisy!"

Chayra got up, walked slightly away from her two friends before finally answering the call.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, where are you, honey? Ummi asked where you were. You haven't come home yet."

"I. I sit in the Gazebo at the end of the pool, Brother, with Saras and Tania."

"Why didn't you say it was the same Ummi, Dek. Ummi sounded very worried."

"I'll be home now, brother. Sorry, inconvenience Brother." Chayra breathed a heavy sigh. "Eh, wait a minute. Why didn't Ummi contact me, but instead contacted Ghibran?"

"Not knowing either. Maybe it's because I've been with you since college."

"Never felt with Ghibran. I'm just taking Brother's class."

"Totally?"

"Really, Brother. Kan, Big Brother is just standing in front while the lecture is delivering the material."

"But, the point is that you're under my control."

"Astagfirullah, so Brother always watches my movements."

"of course. I have to keep my future wife out of every possible situation. I saw you enter the Pesantren Gate. That's why I asked where you were. No way, you're outside the Pesantren neighborhood."

Chayra took a deep breath. "Yes already, Brother. I'm going home now. Once again, I'm sorry to trouble Mr. Ghibran."

"It is the duty of a Ghibran Abdullah to guard Chayra Azzahra."

"Yes, yes, Brother Ghibran is always right."

"I'm closing, honey. I want to go home. Take good care of yourself as long as I'm not around."

"Yes, Brother. Assalamualaikum.."

"I love you. Wa'alaikumsalam, dear."

Chayra turned off the phone. Staring at the long screen phone. Not realizing that Saras and Tania were standing behind him. Eavesdropping on all his talks with the Ghibran.

Chayra gasped in shock as she turned around to approach her two friends again. "Astaghfirullahal'azim.." Swiping his chest because his heart was beating faster. "When have you been standing behind me?"

Saras and Tania looked at each other and smiled grimacingly at Chayra.

"We. we eavesdrop on all your conversations with Ustadz Ghibran, Ayra. M. forgive us yes.." Saras and Tania compactly raised two of her fingers. Still with a grimacing smile.

"God willing, it was Ustadz Ghibran's words that were a great price for us, Ayra." Tania's eyes look sparkling.

"It is the duty of a Ghibran Abdullah to guard Chayra Azzahra. I love you, Wa'alaikumsalam, dear.." Saras closed his eyes. Showing Ghibran speech that he managed to hear earlier. "Huaaaaa. really so sweet.."

Chayra grimaces shame. Rubbing his neck wrong.

"Luarrr biazzaa, Chayra Azzahra.."

"Already, ah. We're going home, yuk. Ummi asked me to come home." Chayra pulled Saras and Tania's hand.

"Ssttt. Come on, let's go back." Chayra again pulled the hands of the two people who were still raving indistinctly in front of her.

"Oh, I'm fascinated to hear the voice of my handsome Ustadz seduction.." Said Tania with a voice of teasing. His body was dragged in rhythm with the steps of Chayra and Saras.

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Chayra looked around in wonder. On Sunday morning, usually the Santri will meet the edge of the fish pond after gotong royong in their dormitory. However, this morning felt much different because of the lack of the Santri who were in that place.

Chayra tried to call Saras' cell phone number. However, the girl could not accompany Chayra this morning. He said he was still busy at his dorm. One of her siblings has a birthday.

Chayra tried to contact Tania. The girl said she couldn't accompany Chayra this morning. There was a problem that made him become suddenly busy. Her foster siblings were crying massively and she had to calm her down.

Mass crying..

What problems are they facing, so there must be a mass crying event all?

Chayra kneeled her temple when she heard the reason expressed by Tania. In fact, the three of them had promised to eat meatballs together at the Dormitory Canteen this morning.

Chayra poked her lips. There was disappointment in his heart. However, he hurriedly recited Istighfar. Turn back inside the house. Hanging myself in the room might be better, he thought.

Take some books off his bookshelf. But he put it back. Walk around the room. For the first time, he noticed the room he had been in for two years.

Chayra stared at the bottom drawer of the study desk she always used in the room. Ms. Ainun said, the drawer was a storage area for personal belongings belonging to her late Father.

Although it has occupied the room for a long time. Never once did he open that drawer. This morning, out of curiosity. Chayra took the key hanging in the top drawer.

Chayra was silent for a while staring at the small neatly arranged boxes in the drawer. I wonder if he will open it or not.

His father has been gone for years. But his belongings were still stored in that room. The clothes are still there. Ms. Ainun said that she missed her sister. He's going to come to that room. Kiss the clothes of the deceased that are still neatly stored in it.

Since Chayra occupied that room. Mrs Ainun entered it less often. Chayra had only caught him crying a few times while hugging and kissing the clothes of his late Father.

Chayra's daydreams broke when the sound of Amrina's screams called out to her. His outstretched hand to take the box in the drawer, he pulled it back.

"Sister Ayra... Brother is called Kak Saras and Kak Tania. They've been waiting for Brother on the front porch." Amrina walked in without permission.

"Yes, Deck. Tell them to wait for Brother for a minute." Chayra closed the drawer. Rise up to Amrina, who was sitting beside her bed.

"Rina doesn't want to go out first. Rina wants to be with Brother."

"Sister wants to go to the Dormitory with Kak Saras and Kak Tania. Adek Rina wants to come?"

Amrina nodded in excitement. Rise up while hugging Chayra tightly. "Sir Ayra wait for Rina for a moment. Rina wants to ask for money with Ummi."

The small nod of Chayra made the little girl rush to look for Umminya.

Chayra walked out of the house along with Amrina. The boy struggled spoiled, reluctant to let go of Chayra's hand.

"Why did you two change your mind and meet me?" Chayra immediately stared intently at the two friends who were sitting on the porch of the house.

"Eh, Ayra." Tania immediately got up and approached Chayra. "I forgot that we promised to eat meatballs at the Canteen."

"Continue, your weeping foster children are you what?"

"Yes, I left them. For a bowl of free meatballs from Chayra Azzahra."

Chayra knitted her brows. "By the way, your foster kids are crying, what's up?"

Saras and Tania looked at each other. Then Tania took a heavy breath. "It's not just my foster son, Ayra. But Saras is also so."

Chayra was further confused by Tania's explanation. He again knitted his eyebrows while looking at Saras.

"Actually, no one's having a birthday, Ayra." Saras explained doubtfully.

"Then...?"

"Most of Santri was crying mass in the Dormitory because..."

"Because what?" Chayra grew impatient due to the rambling explanation.

"There was a broken heart Se-Adrama, Ayra." Tania said cutting.

Chayra looked more confused. "His heart is broken Se-Adrama?"

"Yes, heartbreak. Santri's younger siblings are heartbroken that Ustadz Ghibran is getting married."

"Huh..??" Chayra was stunned to hear Tania's words.

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