My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Tensions between both sides

Zidane halted his steps as he passed in front of Ghibran and Chayra. He breathed heavily at the sight before him. "Ghi, you are an honorable person in the Campus. You are a lecturer who is loved by many women. Aren't you ashamed to beg for love with an ordinary girl like my sister?"

Ghibran was silent. His mouth feels very heavy even if only to agree with Zidane's words.

"You're an amazing man. There's a lot of women out there who want you."

"I can't..!" At last only that word came out of the mouth of the Ghibran.

"Stop this drama. We are waiting for guests inside. Don't look weird in front of others. If you're like this, how will you protect my sister later."

"I don't cry because I'm weak. But, I'm deepening my feelings for this woman." The ghibran pointed at Chayra until it touched the woman's head.

"Don't love her too deeply. You will be hurt by your own love. For as deeply as you love someone, if God does not predestine you to be united. Yes, you will still fail and be heartbroken."

Chayra turned her gaze to hear her brother's lecture. Ghibran stared into Zidane's face. He cannot deny that Zidane's words are true. Is all this time he loved Chayra too much, so he is currently very hurt when getting rejection from the woman.

"You wash your face first. There's no crying left when you get into the living room." Zidane passed right away after finishing his sentence.

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Chayra just stood there with no intention of sitting down when he saw the guest Zidane was referring to. His blood was like boiling and rising to the crown. Highlight the eyes of hatred he showed to the man who just looked down on the sofa.

"Sit down, son here near Mom." Say Miss Santi softly. A sadness was seen from the look on his face. Miss Santi was angry when she saw the man who had done such an indecent thing to her daughter. However, he tried to temper that anger greatly. Do not let this anger bring disaster for him and his family.

There was no response from Chayra. Only her chest was visible up and down which signified how much the girl was enduring the pain in her heart.

"Sit, Ayra.." It was Pak Akmal's turn to speak. All eyes were on him. Except for Ardian, the man still faithfully lowered his head and did not dare to even lift his face.

"NO..! who brought this bastard here?!" Chayra directly pointed towards Ardian.

"Ayra, sit down! We need to talk, so that this matter is resolved. Ardian came to apologize." Mr. Akmal got up to see his grandson's response.

Chayra nodded slowly. "What is his apology, will be able to bring back everything he has taken from me? No, Cake. Her apology won't make me a virgin anymore. This bastard has taken everything. I hate him!" Chayra immediately ran back into her room.

"Ayra, wait! We need to solve this problem now." No one listened to Mr. Akmal's screams. For the first time, his grandson dared to refute his orders and would not listen to his words.

"That's what you did to my grandson. Now what are you going to do after destroying it like that?" Mr. Akmal turned to look at Ardian. Trying to speak calmly and restrain his anger.

"Are you able to return everything you have taken from him?" Ms. Santi got up, looking fixedly at Ardian's face that did not dare to lift her face. "You should be labeled as a bastard. Astagfirullahal..." Ms. Santi cried in front of the rest of her family. Narrowing his temple a few times and then rubbing his face to vent the pain in his heart.

"I represent my son to apologize profusely for this incident, ma'am." Mr. Sucipto spoke up to see his son who did not react and just looked down. "I couldn't hold back my anger when I found out that the one he was harassing was Mr. Akmal's grandson."

"Owh, if it wasn't our son that you abused, wouldn't you care about this case?" Say Miss Santi again. Looking at Mr. Sucipto with courage.

"B. It's not like that, Mom. But, we're just very disappointed because it's the granddaughter of our collage."

"Huh," snorted Miss Santi. Followed her daughter into the room.

Miss Santi pushed open the door to her daughter's unlocked room. He was wide-eyed when he saw Chayra curled up in front of his closet with disheveled hair.

"Astagfirullah, you're why, honey. Oh, my God, Miss Ainun...!!" Miss Santi immediately screamed hysterically.

Several times he screamed, then Zidane came with Bian, Mayra and his sister Amrina. He looked up at the Chayra like that.

"Astagfirullah, what happened?! Ummi, Abah..!" Zidane immediately dropped Amrina from his arms. Grabbing Chayra's body, carrying her up to the bed.

"Take me off! I'm not the cheap woman you can touch as you please!" Chayra's feet and hands were struggling everywhere. However, it persisted for only a few moments before the body was suddenly limp and unconscious.

Mr. Ismail and Ms. Ainun who just entered the room, panicked to see the state of Chayra.

"Change, call the doctor who used to treat Ayra. Ummi doesn't want anything to happen to Ayra." Ms. Ainun shook her husband's body violently.

"Yes, Ummi. This is also Abah trying." Answer Ismail calmly. He did not want to panic, so that this situation he could control.

Chayra's body suddenly convulsed. The screams of Ms. Santi became more and more so seeing that. Everyone in the room panicked. Mr. Ismail, who tried to be calm, panicked. Zidane held Amrina to take her out of the room. Pulling Bian's hand that came as he pleased to see the condition of his brother.

"Don't cry, Deck. We're going out, so you can calm down."

"Sir Ayra why, Brother. She was okay. He will die like my father. Hiks. hiks.. Ayra don't die. Who will be Bian's brother if Brother dies."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, Bian why do you say that, Dek. Ayra will not die. Just, the disease is relapsing. Bian, don't think of anything.."

"Sister Ayra had never been sick like that before. He always smiled and never complained of pain. Zidane don't lie to Bian."

Zidane breathed deeply. It's hard to lie to Bian. The boy was already in the second grade of Junior High. He knows right and wrong.

Zidane became dizzy when he saw Ghibran waiting for him near the door. From the look in his eyes, he could confirm that the man needed an explanation about the events in the room. He finally walked closer. Avoiding it will not be able to either.

"Zahra why, Zi..?" The question was immediately thrown from Ghibran's mouth when Zidane got in front of him.

"Ayra fainted." Zidane replied short.

"So I heard him scream."

"Yes, but now he's unconscious."

"I want to go in."

"Don't! He did not close his aura completely. He's not wearing a hijab right now."

"Why did you see it?!"

"I'm her brother, Ghi."

"You're not his brother, Zidane. You're just his cousin's sister. You have to keep that."

"But I have no lust for her because I've really been like a sibling with her."

"But you also marry him. However you consider it. You still have to keep your limits on her."

"Don't argue with me now, Ghi. It's an emergency and Ayra needs help."

Ghibran rubbed his face violently. He turned back to the living room. Directly approached Ardian and raised the collar of the man's shirt.

"It's all because of you, motherfucker!"

Bug off..!

One fist floated onto Ardian's face.

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