My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Undecided

Mr. Sucipto and Ms. Renata were standing next to Chayra. Ms. Renata clasped Chayra's hand tightly. However, the girl never once looked at the middle-aged woman. The pain created by Ardian actually made him almost hate the two old men who were standing next to him.

"We beg you, forgive Ardian, son." Said Miss Renata for the umpteenth time.

Chayra remained silent. Just to say nothing to Bu Renata, his mouth felt heavy to say it. Several times he tried to pull his hand from Bu Renata's grasp. However, Ms. Renata still tightly grasped Chayra's hand.

It had been a week that the parents went back and forth to Chayra's house to see the girl. All of you also to persuade the girl to forgive Ardian's mistakes. Since Chayra's return from the Hospital. The girl mostly spends her time behind the house.

"We're in, son. It's late afternoon, not good for your health." Miss Santi rubbed her child's shoulder gently.

"Let's go, Mom. Ayra still wants to be here. Inside makes me feel uneasy."

"Pity of Ms. Renata and Mr. Sucipto, son. They stood waiting for an answer from you."

"I didn't ask him to do that, Mom. They came to see me when I needed time alone."

Ms. Renata and Mr. Sucipto smiled wryly at Chayra's reply. Suppose they do not feel indebted to Mr. Akmal. Maybe they've given up and will never come to the girl again.

"I'm sorry my daughter, sir, Mom." Ms. Santi looked at her two guests with a look of disdain at her daughter's answer.

"Why is Mom apologizing? I'm like this because of their son."

"Astagfirullah, Ayra, it's not good to talk like that to parents, son." Santi's mother pressed her daughter's shoulder in a fit of annoyance at feeling Chayra was going too far. "Mom doesn't like Ayra talking impolitely. Even if you're sick, I'll be angry if you go too far. I didn't teach you to be rude."

Chayra breathed a heavy sigh. "Ayra would be polite if they were polite too, ma'am. I know for myself, how her son was being so outrageous to me. If they educate their son properly. Ardian's gonna be a good guy. Not a depraved man who only ruins a woman's future. And one more. The one who should have come to apologize was Ardian, not you." Chayra threw her hand out of Bu Renata's grasp. Rushed into the house regardless of his mother's call.

"Astagfirullahal'adhim, Ayra! Back, Ayra!" Santi's mom nibbled her temple. Just this time his daughter was being disrespectful and very brave to oppose.

"Again, forgive my daughter, sir, ma'am. I'll educate him so he can keep his manners on the parents."

"There is nothing wrong with Chayra. Yes, we admit that we are untrue parents. We were both too busy with our affairs, until we forgot to guide our son." Mr. Sucipto walked away from his wife and Ms. Santi. Contemplating his mistake all along while staring at the dense vegetable plants in the small garden.

"We must immediately solve this problem, so that we can all live a quiet life." Timpal Bu Renata's.

"The decision is in Ayra's hands, Miss Renata. We'll wait until my daughter recovers from this." Ms. Santi walked over to the long bench and sat on the bench.

"What does the psychologist say about it?" Mr. Sucipto turned around.

"Alhamdulillah, there is always development every day. It's getting better. Moreover, if he could bring out everything that stuck in his heart, it would make his state quickly recover."

"Good then."

"We'll see the results tomorrow morning."

Mr. Sucipto and Ms. Renata nodded. "We'll come early in the morning, so we can hear the results."

Miss Santi just nodded. The conversation continued until Maghrib's time was near. Both of Ardian's parents pardoned and promised to come again tomorrow morning.

********

Chayra paced back and forth in her room. He was anxious because of his mother's attitude which he felt was less pleasant since he denied her that day.

What makes Chayra's feelings all the more unsettling is Ghibran. After finding out that Chayra is fine at the moment. He increasingly demanded the woman's readiness to marry.

Chayra opened the door of her room a little. He peeked at two men sitting on a long sofa in front of his room. Ghibran sat down with Zidane half an hour ago. Waiting for reassurance from Chayra for him.

Notification of incoming messages on the phone. Chayra walked slowly closer to her phone. He just touched the phone. The incoming call on behalf of Zidane was plastered on the mobile screen.

"Assalamualaikum, Deck. What are you doing? Come on, you get out for a second. Brother and Ghibran are waiting for you in front of your room."

"W. wa'alaikumsalam, Sister. I. I. I can't.."

Zidane got up and walked away from Ghibran. Hearing his sister's stammering voice while answering his question, he was not at all comfortable speaking beside the man.

"Pity him, Dek. He had just arrived and had no time to rest. Don't you want to meet him, even if it's just to treat his longing."

"A. I can't..."

"I. I.."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid I'm hurting her feelings even more."

Zidane turned towards Ghibran. The man seemed to be busy with his phone. Zidane turned back and continued his conversation with Chayra.

"He never felt that way, Deck. He is always patient waiting until you recover. And now, she can only hope to see your face to treat her fatigue on the way."

Chayra. That led Zidane to continue his words.

"Do you have no pity on him. He just finished off campus and came straight here. Car is not a plane. You can imagine, how tired he is."

Chayra was silent. Yet..

Chequek!

Chayra's bedroom door opens. The ghibran who was sitting on the sofa was startled and immediately got up. She smiled looking at the girl standing in front of the door with a wide veil covering part of her body.

"Z.. Zahra.." said Ghibran softly, barely making a sound.

Unknowingly, Chayra's tears trickled down looking at the man. Zidane said that the man looked tired. Plus the black bags under his eyes indicate that he lacks rest.

The ghibran is approaching. "This is the face of God's creation that makes me unable to sleep quietly because I miss him."

Chayra. His tears were getting more and more flowing. Those were not the words he expected to come out of Ghibran's mouth. His words made it even harder to make a decision.

"We're talking outside, brother." Chayra hurried to leave Ghibran.

Ghibran looked at Zidane who was still standing by the window. Ghibran smiled as he saw Zidane's nod of the head. Hurry out and look for Chayra's whereabouts.

The ghibran smiled as he saw Chayra sitting on a long bench, under a shrubby tree that was bearing fruit.

"Say, what is the purpose of Ghibran coming here again."

The question immediately greeted Ghibran when Chayra sat behind him.

"I miss you."

"I've asked Brother Ghibran to forget all about us."

"I can't. No matter how hard I try, God will never show me another way. Only your name and your face are always crossed in every my istikharah and tahajjud."

Chayra wiped her tears. "But I can do that, brother. I can take away your name and the shadow of your face when I'm tahajjud. I can't say your name in my prayers."

"Your mouth can say that, because it can lie." Ghibran walked to the front of Chayra, in order to be more free to look at the girl's face. "Your eyes can't lie. Your heart can't lie either."

Chayra only lasted a few seconds in eye contact with the Ghibran. Directly bowed because powerless to withstand the turmoil in his heart.

"No, you still can't look at me. I know that your feelings for me are still the same as they used to be, Zahra."

"No! I don't love Brother Ghibran anymore." Chayra replied without raising her head.

"Look at me if you don't feel anything anymore." Ghibran said with confidence.

Chayra just shook her head slowly. However, he did not want to raise his head. Only the sound of her sobbing became the answer. How much he really still loved the man in front of him.

"I just want to hear an honest answer from your mouth, Zahra. I can't force you more than that."

Chayra slowly raised her head. Gathering his courage, he looked at the man. "Don't ask anything more, brother. I can't say anything more to Ghibran. God knows enough of my heart. Let God govern everything. Assalamualaikum.." Chayra immediately got up and left the Ghibran still stunned to hear his reply.

********