My Bow to the Destiny of Love

The Ghibran

Chayra wiped her tears after performing the Fajr prayer. He only mused after his mother's departure until dawn's time. Why the incident was really impregnated and like tearing up his feelings. His heart would hurt if he remembered how Ardian did what he wanted to do to him. His crying was heard again.

Chayra got up while wiping back her spilled tears. He had to dare to leave the room. Nodding steady to himself. There are many stories about rape victims that he has read. Some rise up, some even kill themselves because they are not strong to be reproach.

He opened his face and walked to the door. He seemed hesitant when he would turn the doorknob. Clasping his hands tightly as he turned around again. He felt not ready to welcome the sounds that would enter his sense of hearing.

Chayra walked slowly towards the mirror, looking at her reflection with pity. Yes, Chayra has pity on herself. Smiling blandly looking at the shadow of his face. Take off a small safety pin under the chin that knits her hijab. Slowly remove the rectangular hijab that covers her head. Chayra closed her eyes when she saw the stain of Ardian's deeds that had not disappeared to date. That incident was already a week past. However, the stain was still attached to the neck of the girl's level.

Chayra wiped her tears and smiled, looking back at her reflection in the mirror. "Bismillah, strengthen the servant of God." She said softly while putting her headscarf back on.

Chayra stood behind her house. The most comfortable place for him both before and after the disaster struck him. It was great to look at her little garden filled with all kinds of vegetables. Inhaling in the cool air that feels very comfortable when getting into his sense of smell.

Miss Santi watched her daughter from the back door of her house. Although Chayra was just standing in the garden behind her house. Miss Santi is very grateful for that. At least his daughter there is a change and does not continue to be a room occupant who does not have activity. He went back in after seeing his daughter smile.

Chayra walked closer, standing staring at her growing vegetable crops. A small smile was seen from her thin lips. However, the smile suddenly faded and his gaze stopped on one vegetable tree whose leaves had been eaten by caterpillars. Walk closer and slightly bow while paying attention to the plant.

Chayra stood up again. Suddenly he thought of himself being stained and associated with the vegetable tree that the caterpillar ate. Slowly go back down and pay attention to the vegetable tree again. There was a new bud that appeared on the vegetable tree.

Vegetables, which are just plants, have new shoots. Whether I am a human being given reason by the Creator cannot have new hope in life, his mind. Chayra got up and closed her eyes. Tears fell from her beautiful eyes.

"I've been stained. Sainthood as a woman is no longer mine. The present Chayra is not perfect and will never be able to come back again like it used to be." Tears fall back. Chayra opened her eyes, looking back at the plant.

"But I must rise to live. Like you have a new bud for your new life." Touch the plant with a smile.

The man standing a few meters behind him smiled as he walked closer towards him. "That's what I expect from you. Accept the destiny that has been outlined by God and continue the plans that were delayed because of this disaster. You must rise, do not constantly lament fate. There are still many people who love you and want you to return to being the old Chayra Azzahra.

Chayra immediately turned around in shock at the sound. He could only swallow his saliva looking at the man who had been out of nowhere standing behind him. "Sir Ghibran..." He said, almost unable to believe what he saw.

"Yes, it's me. I came for you. I'm waiting for you, so that we can continue our plan that was delayed." The ghibran goes closer to the Chayra.

Chayra took a few steps back while shaking slowly. It was clear that he was not ready to meet the man. "P. go, Brother! Don't come near me. I'm just a dirty woman." Leaving the Ghibran. Entering his house through the back door.

The ghibran was silent on the spot, confused as to what to do. When he came earlier, Miss Santi forbade him to meet Chayra first because of the girl's unstable psychic condition. However, he insisted and was too sure that Chayra would accept his presence. He could only stare at the trail of Chayra who had disappeared behind the door.

He smiled weakly at himself. "You're overconfident, Ghibran. Look at! Zahra even left you when you weren't done talking." Ghibran chuckled. Laughing at himself who was too expecting Chayra who would be able to smile back when he saw her.

"I'm sorry for my sister's attitude, Ghi. Really, he really fell down because of that incident. Give him more time to think about your plans."

Ghibran turned around and found Zidane behind him. "When did you come?" Hurriedly rubbing the tears that came out without being asked. He didn't want Zidane to see him cry. However, no matter how hard he hid it, his slightly reddened eyes were already strong evidence of how he also felt the pain of seeing the state of his future wife.

"I'm sorry Ayra ya." Zidane patted Ghibran on the shoulder to strengthen.

Zidane shakes. "Ayra doesn't want us to report to the police. He said, more and more people will know the disgrace that this case is being politicized."

"But.." Ghibran closed his eyes. "Well, my God, what should I do?" Ghibran ruffled his hair in annoyance. "Zahra looks very ruined."

Zidane agreed to Ghibran's words. "This was her first day out of the room after a few days. A few days after that incident, he was very comfortable in this place. I don't know what he heard from the people passing by. He no longer wanted to go out of the room and always insulted himself."

"Until when will he be like this continue, Zidane?"

Zidane smiled blandly. "Allah knows when Ayra will be like this. But thank God, every day there's always progress."

"I want to marry her immediately so that my shoulder is lawful as the place to lean on."

"The decision is only with Ayra. We all dare not decide anything because he is really sensitive at the moment. Just seeing it like this is already an incredible gift for us." Zidane smiled wryly. "If you had seen when he was found. Maybe you'll go berserk and kill the culprit."

"You already know the culprit, then why don't you solve this problem immediately. Poor Zahra.."

"Grandfather has spoken well with the man's family. It just so happens that the man's parents are Grandpa's collagen."

"Then will Grandpa free that jerk just because his parents are collagenya?"

"It's not like that either, Ghi. His parents were ready to accept whatever consequences Grandpa would give his son. But as I said from the beginning. Ayra refused if we reported to the police. He doesn't want his disgrace getting scattered."

Ghibran was silent for a while when he heard Zidane's explanation. "I. I want to talk to Zahra."

Zidane smiled again. The smile he gave to the Ghibran. "He's in the room right now if you want to see him. If you don't find him crying, then you'll find him praying."

"God willing" Ghibran was amazed to hear Zidane's story.

"That's something we should be grateful for. Even though he fell, but at least he did not run away from God. He always complained to God. He did not publish his condition in Medsos, but he complained against Allah."

"Let me see him, Zidane."

"Don't ask for my permission. You asked Mom for permission there."

"I'm ashamed to talk to Mom. He's too meek and looks very fond."

Zidane patted Ghibran on the shoulder. "You must not be ashamed. He's your future in-law. You dare love her son, why should you be ashamed just to ask her permission."

The ghibran breathed deeply. "Bismillah" looked at Zidane with a look of conviction.