My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Barmy

Chayra walks down her residential complex. Walk from one house to another. Knock on the door, shake hands with the complex mothers. Someone hugged him haru. In fact, many of them gave him pocket money.

He dragged his feet to the last house he had not been to. The house was right next to his house. The house belongs to Mrs Sulis. Neighbors are always nice to her.

Chayra saw the door open. Because it was common to go in and out of the house, Chayra said hello and went into the house.

"Assalamualaikum, Mrs Sulis." Chayra paused for a moment when she reached the Living Room.

Usually, this hour is in the kitchen. His inner. He walked towards the kitchen. And sure enough, it appears that Mrs Sulis is struggling with kitchen tools. Chayra breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"

Ms. Sulis replied to the greeting somewhat shouting. Just turning around, he was startled by Chayra who was already standing in front of him. "Eh, it's your guest, Nak Ayra.."

He said with a smile.

"Yes, Mom. Sorry, Ayra walked in earlier."

"It's okay, son. You are, it is common to go in and out of the mother's house. Come on, sit down, son." Said Bu Sulis kindly while pulling a chair for Chayra.

Chayra sat down and expressed the intention of his arrival to Ms. Sulis. "M.mr, Mom. Ayra came here to say goodbye to Mom."

"Where is Ayra going?" Ask Mrs Sulis in surprise. Sit in front of Chayra.

"Ayra wants to come with Om and Aunt Ayra lives in Pesantren, Mom."

Mrs Sulis was a little shocked to hear Chayra's words. "God, Son! Why just say it now? Yesterday I heard your mother stories about Pondok Pesantren. I don't think he's talking about you, son." Ms. Sulis let out a heavy sigh. "Mom hasn't prepared anything now to be your stock, son."

"Employed? What does that mean, Mom?"Chayra furrowed her brows because she did not understand the provisions that Bu Sulis meant.

"If a child wants to go to bed. Usually, he will be made a lot of dry snacks. Because usually when in the cottage we always feel hungry. Mother has also heard, if in the Om Pondok Pesantren you, the food cooks itself. Is that right, son?"

"The Al-Mukarromah Boarding School is not Pesantren Om Ismail, Ma'am. Pondok Pesantren was founded by Abahya Om."

"But you are the successor. So it's the same." Said Sulis did not want to lose. Chayra just smiled in response.

Sulis got up from her seat. He got Chayra a bottle of tea from the fridge. Put that bottle of tea in front of Chayra. "Drink first, son. You must be thirsty. You look tired too."

Chara nodded. Without further ado, he immediately picked up the tea in front of him. After unsealing it, he prayed and then gulped it down until only half was left.

"Thank God, my thirst has finally paid off. Thank you, Mom, drink it." Her speech.

Mrs Sulis smiled and nodded her head. "When are you leaving, son?"

"God willing, the day after tomorrow, Mom. Maybe there's Ashar or Maghrib prayer."

"Hopefully, you will get useful knowledge later, son. Mom used to be a santri too. But, I did not make good use of the time, so now I regret it.

Why used to fit in pesantren Mother mostly sleep the same meal. When you finish the cottage, instead of going home with science. Uh, even go home with the fat."

Bu Sulis' story made Chayra unable to hold back her laughter. "Why..? How can that be, Mom?"

Ms. Sulis let out a heavy sigh. "Because of the mole time, mothers mostly eat the same sleep. If we want to get a lot of knowledge, if there is free time, immediately go njai or find a teacher. Or mutolaah can also, so as not to forget the science that has been taught by the Ustadz."

The mangosteen chayra heard Mrs Sulis' explanation. Spreading his eyes around the house. "Manda manu huh, Mom? Ayra was drowning. But there's no sign that he's home."

"Amanda went to her Uncle's house with Dad. He said, miss the baby."Answer Mrs Sulis. "If you knew you were leaving, she would have cried, Ayra. You know, he's very happy to be taught to count with you."

Chayra smiled in response to Mrs Sulis' words. "Ayra will miss Manda too, Mom. He's the cutest kid in the complex."

"You can, son, praise the mother's son."

Chayra smile. "If so, Ayra said yes, Mom."

"Lho, what's the rush, son?"

"You need a break, Mom. Tired around the complex from earlier."

Mrs Sulis smiled and walked over and hugged Chayra. "You're a good boy, son. I pray that in the future you will have a better life."

"Aamiin, thank you, ma'am, for the prayer."

Mrs Sulis let go of her embrace. "Wait a minute here, son." Her speech. Leaving Chayra alone in the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Mrs Sulis appeared with an envelope in her hand.

He put the envelope into Chayra's grasp. "This, Son. There's a little money from Mom. You wear it for a snack or something. Don't be rejected, son. I don't like it when you refuse to give me." Her speech. Still holding Chayra's hand. Afraid that Chayra would put the envelope down.

Chayra smiled and looked at Ms. Sulis.

Seeing that, Ms. Sulis took off her grip."Accept it, son."

"Thank you, Mom. Mum Sulis shouldn't have bothered."

"You are like your own child and a big sister to Manda, son."

Chayra smiled again. Kiss Mrs Sulis' hand and say goodbye. After the Zuhr prayer later, he will go again to meet his friends.

Till home...

Bian immediately hugged his brother. Chayra was astonished to see her sister's behavior. "Lho, Bian why? Are there any friends who bother Bian?"

Bian shakes. "May you think my brother has gone to Pesantren. You see, it was fitting again play, Tino said, Brother to his house and say goodbye to his Mother and Father he.

Chayra commented a smile while rubbing her sister's head. "Sister's time is not saying goodbye to this sister who begemisin's sister..."Her speech. Pinched Bian's cheek with anxiety. "Yuk yuk, Deck. Brother, take a break."

"So I'm not sleeping. Bian wants to play again. "Bian Jawab. Running out of the house leaving his brother who still stands sculpting.

Chayra shook her head, went inside the house and closed the door.

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Finished Zuhur prayer, Chayra rushed to the garage to heat his motorbike engine matic. He went back into the house for lunch.

"Gini's hot sun, sure you want to go now, son?" Asked Santi Bu because he saw his son looked a little rushed.

His mother's words made Chayra stop chewing her food.

"God willing, Mom.."Answer's short. He put the rice back in his mouth.

"Yes already. Be careful on the road, son. Don't speed!"

"Yes, Mom." Chayra took a glass of water and kissed her mother's hands and cheeks. That's how he used to say goodbye to his mother.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, son. Be careful!"

Santi's mother closed the door back to her house when Chayra was out of sight.

Chayra's first destination is the house of Alesha and Tina. Because it just so happens that these two best friends are cousins. The house is next to each other and has the same gate.

Chayra said hello near Post Satpam. But, there's no answer. Chayra approached the security guard and watched him. Apparently, the security guard was wearing a headset.

Chayra walked in front of him. The security guard jumped in shock He immediately took off his headset and approached Chayra.

"M.sorry, Non. I didn't realize there were guests." He said to Chayra with a slight bow.

Chayra smiled then nodded her head. "Sorry, sir, if you're interrupting. Alesha and Tina are there?" Ask Chayra.

Mr. Tono even misbehaved to hear an apology from Chayra. "Non Alesha and Non-Tina exist, Non. Earlier, I saw Non Tina walk into Non Alesha's house." Obviously Mr. Tono.

"Thank you, Mr. Tono for the information." Chayra. Straight away from in front of Mr. Tono.

Alesha and Tina's house was very spacious. They are both sons of a businessman. Unlike the Chayra which only comes from the lower middle class. Her mother Chayra's source of income only came from a small shop in front of a Private Hospital. But Chayra never complained about her situation. He was always grateful and never envied others who had luxury.

It was different with Amira. Chayra's best friend is even richer than Alesha and Tina. But, Amira does not like to show off her wealth like a rich child in general. His slippery attitude, a little bar and easy to get along with make him used to be friends with anyone .

Chayra knocked on Alesha's door. A waiter who looked the same age as his mother opened the door. Chayra was immediately welcome to go up to Alesha's room.

After they had a long conversation, they decided to go to the house of Amira ba'da Ashar prayers. They decided to spend more time with Chayra. Because the day after tomorrow, Chayra will leave for Pesantren.

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