My Bow to the Destiny of Love

The lies created

Three days have passed. The ghibran still survives at Chayra's house, patiently waiting for a reply from the girl. At first, he felt reluctant when he asked Miss Santi to stay there. However, because all members of the Chayra family ask him to stay alone to save on hotel costs. He eventually agreed and occupied the room next to Zidane.

Although Chayra still refused to discuss marriage, Ghibran always tried to make the woman comfortable with his presence. There were many changes from Chayra that made Ghibran more convinced that his efforts would not be in vain.

However, this time Zidane's attitude looks a bit different. Zidane is more silent if Ghibran asks for his opinion or discusses about it. Since he opened the Ghibran phone that day. He understood why Ghibran did not come here with his parents.

That morning, Chayra walked into her small garden behind the house with Ms. Santi. Today, his three friends promised to come to see him. That's why he looks more excited. There were things they wanted to discuss that they could not delay.

Seeing Chayra walking with her mother, Ghibran walked quickly to catch up. However, upon reaching the front door, Zidane blocked his move.

"Where are you going, Ghi?"

"Mm. going to the back garden."

"Let Ayra calm down first."

"I need to talk to him, Zidane."

"You promised not to disturb her composure before she was ready to give you an answer."

Ghibran turned his eyes. "You why the hell? Your present attitude seems to have deliberately kept me away from Zahra."

"What do you mean?"

"You never let me see Zahra. What's the problem really?"

"Astagfirullah, I never intended to be like that. I'm just happy to see my brother start smiling again. I'm afraid that smile will fade if you push your will too hard."

Ghibran let out a heavy sigh while looking down. "I just want to talk to him." Raised his face again. "I just need certainty. I'm going home tomorrow, that's why I need to talk to him."

Zidane took a deep breath and then breathed it violently. "Get the blessing of your parents first. Make sure that both your parents have approved of your relationship with my sister. Don't let only you want Ayra, but not your parents."

"Why are you talking about that?"

"I'm just reminding. The blessing of the old man will be one of the keys to your happiness in the future. That's why I'm saying this."

Ghibran fell silent as he swallowed his saliva. His heart justifies all Zidane says. He looked at Zidane for a moment.

Zidane smiled. "Please meet Ayra. I will not hinder you anymore. But, I'm just suggesting that you consider everything I said just now." Passed without waiting for Ghibran to answer.

Ghibran continued his move. Her mother did not give her blessing. But, he was only upset because his son's persistence was waiting for Chayra who did not give an answer.

"Assalaminethen, Zahra.."

Chayra who was sitting on the swing immediately turned her head when she heard the voice of Ghibran. Miss Santi who was in control of the swing, also turned to look at Ghibran.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." replied Chayra. Back to front. The smile from earlier looked instantly faded. Didn't expect the man's presence while he was enjoying time with his mother.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, uh, Nak Ghibran." Miss Santi broke the silent atmosphere. Unkind to Ghibran when he saw his daughter's face change.

"Darling, it looks like Ghibran wants to talk to you. I want to check out those plants first, yeah, while you're chatting." Miss Santi whispered a little. He looked back at Ghibran who was still standing behind him.

"Son Ghibran here, son. Change Mom swinging Ayra." Miss Santi took off the swing rope and walked away from the swing.

After Miss Santi's departure, no one started speaking up. Silence is created and a lot of time is missed without them knowing.

Miss Santi looked at the two of them from a distance. Upon seeing Ghibran looking at him, he hinted with a nod of his head for the man to start talking.

Ghibran smiled stiffly as he nodded. "Hmmm..."

Chayra looked up at the man. "What..?"

"I miss you, Zahraku." The ghibran slightly lowered his head in order to more freely stare at the girl.

Chayra was silent and did not respond to Ghibran's remarks.

"Why are you silent? Don't you feel the way I feel?"

"I don't deserve you anymore, brother."

"What do you mean? Who says a Chayra Azzahra is inappropriate for Ghibran Abdullah?"

"Nobody said that, brother. But, I'm the one who feels inappropriate for Brother Ghibran."

"I failed to keep my own honor."

"I've told you over and over again, that it doesn't matter to me. I love you no matter what. Anyway, this is all because it's not our wish, is it?"

Chayra closed her eyes. "Find another woman, brother. I'm not willing to be Ghibran's wife."

Ghibran. He wanted to talk, but his mouth was locked.

"I need some time to recover my feelings that were broken by this disaster. I don't have time to think about marriage. That's why I asked Brother Ghibran to find someone else."

"I'll wait until you're ready."

"I don't know when I'll be ready. Better Ghibran look for another woman."

"I can't, Zahra."

"Sir Ghibran can, but Big Brother won't do that."

"God.." Ghibran smiled cynically.

"Let me choose my own way of life. From now on, let's live our own lives. Let our story be the past. As time goes on, our sense will be eroded by time.

"I can't do that."

"No, I can if you want to."

"Well..! I'll keep waiting for you."

"No, don't ever do that. Waiting for this despicable woman like me, will only be a waste of Brother's time."

"There is no time for me to waste when it comes to you."

The silent turn of Chayra. He was confused as to what else to say. The man he was facing right now was truly stubborn.

"I don't fall in love easily with women, Zahra. You're the only woman who made me come this way. I want to justify you immediately, because I'm afraid you've taken people."

Chayra was still silent, just waiting for the continuation of the sentence of the man who was sobbing behind her.

"That word is very easy, like we turn the palm of the hand. But doing so will not be that easy. My feelings aren't that easy turning around on other people."

"I'm sorry, brother. I can't continue this ta'aruf."

Ghibran closed his eyes. Tears just fell from his eyes that were closed. "Give me a reason why you say that. Reason other than the matter of honor that you are constantly worrying about."

"I. i..." Chayra sobbing. His heart was really sick to see the crying Ghibran and waiting for certainty from him.

"Tell me what you want to say. God willing, I am strong enough to listen to all the hurtful words that you are about to say."

"I. i. t. don't love Mr. Ghibran anymore." Chayra covered her face with her palm. Resisting the sobbing that is getting worse.

"Lied you! Look at me if you don't love me anymore." The ghibran took off the swing rope, moved to sit in front of Chayra.

"Come, look at me now. Tell me we don't love Ghibran Abdullah anymore."

"I can't do that. Go, Brother. I don't want to see Ghibran again."

"Your words are painful. However, the magnitude of this feeling is for you to be able to cover up all the pain you create."

"No, Brother. Get out of my life. I need peace to move on with my broken life."

Zidane's arrival brought the debate to a halt.

"Where's mom, Dek?" Ask Chayra regardless of Ghibran still sitting in front of Chayra.

Chayra pointed forward without making a sound. At first glance, he saw three of his friends standing in the distance. Perhaps because of that tension, the three girls were reluctant to get close. Chayra closed her face again.

"Come inside. Prepare your heart, Deck. Our guests have come." Zidane passed by while calling Bu Santi who was invisible to the plants.

The deg..!

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