My Bow to the Destiny of Love

The painful decision

Ms. Renata was silent. Chayra's words sounded so convincing that she didn't dare to debate the girl's words. She does not know her son's personal life because he mostly lives abroad.

"What punishment do you want, son." Said Mr. Akmal. A little press Chayra's shoulder for the girl to sit back down. Trying to stop yourself from getting angry. Even for him, what is wronged at this time is Chayra. So that he did not dare to pressure his grandson to be polite.

"Are you going to grant whatever I want as punishment?" Chayra stared intently at Mr. Sucipto.

"Yes, Son. Do whatever you want. We'll accept whatever punishment you'll give him." Timpal Mr. Sucipto

"What if I want him dead?" Chayra glanced at Ardian.

For the first time Ardian raised his face and looked at Chayra with an indecipherable look. "Lho's crazy?" His words were almost inaudible. "Gue also has goals that I have to achieve." With a bigger voice.

The other family members look at each other. Ghibran and Zidane standing in a corner were seen whispering.

"My estimation is correct, if Ayra must have given the death penalty." Zidane's Whisper.

"Zahra has not decided. He just said, what about the death penalty."

Zidane eventually just nodded in approval to Ghibran's remarks.

Ghibran is focusing on Chayra. Actually, he was asked to go home this morning by Mr. Akmal, before Ardian and his parents arrived. However, he begged Mr. Akmal to be allowed to stay. He wanted to follow Ardian's trial and listen to Chayra's decision. Hoping to get a beam of light and regain the girl's heart.

"The sentence is not commensurate with the crime committed by our son. Suppose he kills, then the punishment is like that." Said Ms. Renata objecting.

Chayra smiled wryly. I don't know where his confidence comes from right now. He really wanted to spill the resentment that he had been craving all along. The respect for the elder, instilled by his mother since he was a child, simply vanished.

"You're the one who said that I could give him whatever punishment I wanted. And now that I give you that punishment, why do you even object?"

"But not necessarily by killing him, son. Please give her a waiver. He is our only son. Who will continue our family business if you give that punishment to him. As he said earlier, that he also has goals that he must fight for." Mr. Sucipto got up and knelt before Chayra.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, what are you doing, sir?" Chayra immediately lowered her head and sat down beside Mr. Sucipto. "I'm sorry I told you so rudely. Get up, sir, get up." Chayra closed her eyes in guilt. Just being this brave is truly a gift in her life.

"I won't wake up until you decide, son. Our hearts cannot be at peace before listening to everything."

Chayra sat back on the sofa. Making parents beg until like this is not included in the plan that was drafted. Closing his eyes as he raised his head to hold back the tears that were ready to spill again.

"I'll say it now. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." Take a deep breath and sit up straight.

Bu Renata's face looks shuffled because it holds back upset. Want to talk wrong, but really this makes his pride like being trampled. Being used to being respected, she became like this when someone was harassing her family. Suppose her husband does not have a large debt of gratitude to Mr. Akmal. He must have gone back to America instead of having to take care of things he felt were not important like this. For most people, the incident that happened to Chayra is not a big problem. However, because the one who experienced it was Chayra Azzahra, a woman who always kept herself and her eyes from those who were not her mahram. Of course this is a very big problem.

Giving freedom to his son was also the will of Bu Renata. Although Mr. Sucipto repeatedly asked him to enter Ardian to Pesantren. But, Ms. Renata always refused because she felt her son would not fit in with the life of the Pesantren.

"Say, Ayra! don't make us wait any longer." Miss Santi's words broke the silence created by a few moments.

Chayra looked at her mother while taking a deep breath. "Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.." went back to silence and took another breath. "A.. Ardians B.. Baskara, I want you to marry me."

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. The ghibran immediately sat down. Amira who had just lowered her head to listen to the debate, now immediately stood up in surprise. Don't ask again with Ardian's reaction. He could not speak his shock. Everyone reacted differently to Chayra's words.

"You don't joke, Ayra." Santi walked over immediately. "Tell me you heard wrong, son." Shaking Chayra's body violently.

Chayra shook her head slowly while closing her eyes. "Mom didn't hear wrong. I want to, Ardian married me. It was the only punishment I felt was appropriate for him. A. I do not want the results of his actions to be the responsibility of others. He who has desecrated me, he who has taken away my honor, he also has to take responsibility for it."

"Lho's really not sane. I don't taste at all with women like you." Ardian stood up and looked at Chayra.

"Whatever you want to taste or not. The point is, I want you to marry me. Why would you do that if you don't have a taste for me? Wasn't that time..." Chayra did not continue her words. He looked down and wiped his tears. "Astagfirullah, astagfirullah, astagfirullah.." rubbed his chest because it felt tight.

Mr. Sucipto's eyes look sparkling. "If that's what you want, we'll get the show ready, son. Mi..."

"Battle!" Ardian immediately cut off his papa speech. "But don't just decide. I haven't said yes or no."

"You don't want to, you have to want to, Ardian. Don't make Papi that hard anymore. You've done enough to embarrass our family. You've done enough to act childish.

"But..."

"No word but. You just have to prepare yourself." Mr. Sucipto turned to look at Mr. Akmal. "Then you say goodbye, sir. We will inform you that we have done the preparation. Come on.." Mr. Sucipto grabbed the hands of his son and his wife. "We're gonna solve this problem at home."

Ardian was eventually dragged home by his papa.

Miss Renata smiled at the others. "We're saying goodbye, assalamualaikum.."

A moment of silence was created after the departure of Ardian and his family. Chayra rushed to the room to calm down. He knew that everyone in the room needed an explanation.

Just about to close the door. The door was held and pushed violently. "What do you mean by making this decision, Ayra?" Amira immediately pushed Chayra's body until it bounced on the bed.

"You know, Ardian's my girlfriend. He is my dead love. I gave myself up to him out of love. Then why did you suddenly make such a silly decision?!"

"Lho is a friend or what the hell?! I want to ruin my life just for personal pleasure. What kind of friend is this, Ayra?"

"Gue has never been so prejudiced so far. I have always defended myself in front of Ardian. I got angry with him for his sake. But now why is it like this, Ayra? Where is common sense?"

"Lho himself said, if you hate Kak Ardian. Then why suddenly now you ask him to marry you? Want to be a friend to eat? I didn't think it was this bad, Ayra. You take advantage of this situation to get what you want. That's very selfish. If you really love Ardian, why don't you just say it. I'll back off well. I won't be this angry either." Amira continues to nyerocos without giving Chayra a chance to explain. The rising anger made his head burn.

Chayra was just silent looking at her friend who was venting her emotions. From the look of his eyes, it could be ascertained that he, too, really did not want this. However, there was a strong reason why he was so desperate to take this step.

"Gue was disappointed, Ayra. I know the man I love. I hate it the same." Amira came out of the room. Pass through the living room without saying goodbye to the people who are still sitting there. He just wiped his tears repeatedly.

"Aarghhhh..! why is the business so complicated like this anyway.." Amira slams her head on the windshield. It was really frustrating to hear his best friend's decision.

********