My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Advice to Ghibran

Ghibran sat cupping his face on his desk. He decided to leave immediately after Chayra said her decision that day. Instead of getting a beam of light, it was the darkness that made it harder for her to get the girl's heart. Chayra is desperate to jeopardize her future. I don't know what the girl had in mind until she dared to decide something this big.

Currently, the Ghibran is in silent mode and should not be disturbed. He put up a warning board on the door of his study. Because Rudi, his friend who is super noisy always comes and can not be said.

The ghibran sobbed in silence. For the first time he had dared to know a woman to this extent. And for the first time he was hurt until this sick. Tightness in the chest due to the feeling of pain that is not ventilated. He repeatedly squeezed his clothes and patted his chest.

Tok..

Ghibran was forced to raise his face when his study door was knocked. If it's her mom who's coming, the warning board on the door won't work.

"Ghi, open the door dong.."

The ghibran breathed out violently. Cupped his face back after hearing Rudi's voice.

"You don't keep locking yourself up, Ghi. Let me in. Let's have a friend. If you kill yourself, who will prevent you, Ghi."

Silent..

Rudi clucked in annoyance as his fingers were already flushed red from mostly knocking on the door. "Don't you kill yourself again." Rudi shuddered in horror at the thought of his friend dying lying covered in blood. Even worse, he imagined the news to be on television.

'A University Lecturer xxx committed suicide because of frustration left behind by his lover.'

"No...!!" Rudi knocked back on the door.

"Ghi, Ghibran! Don't tell me you're dead from frustration. Ghi, Ghibran Abdullah. open the door." Rudi was knocking on the door. "Om, Aunt.. Ghibran didn't listen to my call. It seems, he tried to kill himself."

Bu Lela and Mr. Marzuki who were sitting in the living room gasped in shock at Rudi's cry. They rushed to Rudi.

"What's up, Rud?" Ask Bu Lela.

Rudi looked at Bu Lela and Mr. Marzuki. "Ghibran didn't respond to all of my words, Om, Auntie." Back banging on the door. "Ghibran, you don't fuck around.. If you don't open the door. I'm gonna break this door down." Rudi tried to pull out a threatening sentence.

Mr. Marzuki and his wife looked at each other while exhaling violently.

"Ghibran just needs time to be alone, Rud. He'll come out when he's calmer." Said Ms. Lela, smiling warmly at Rudi.

"Why Om and Aunty don't talk well, so Ayra will marry him."

"You don't worry, Rudi. He has chosen another man. Are you, we're gonna come begging and interrupt people's plans?" Mr. Marzuki pinned Rudi's forehead.

"Hehehe, I was wrong to say yes, Om." Rudi grinned while rubbing his crooked forehead earlier. "It feels grim, Om." glanced at Mr. Marzuki who was still staring at him.

Mr. Marzuki smiled at Rudi's behavior.

"Already. leave Ghibran alone. If you want to rest, just rest in Ghibran's room." Bu Lela touched Rudi's shoulder slowly. "You must be tired, right?"

"Yes, thank you, Auntie has allowed me to unwind in her room Ghibran."

"Hemm you, Rud. Usually you just go in without being told. Where ever would you like to rest in the guest room."

"Hehehe.." Rudi scratched his head.

After Rudi's departure, Mr. Marzuki left his wife in front of the Ghibran workspace. "Please if Mami wants to talk to Ghibran. Papi's gonna take a break."

"Yes, Pi." Bu Lela took a deep breath before finally getting closer to the door.

Not long Bu Lela waited, the door opened slowly. Ghibran's face was haphazard because most were crying.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, you why tangle like this, son." Bu Lela cupped her son's face. Giving one kiss on Ghibran's forehead.

Ghibran only smiled blandly in response to his Mama's words. "Come in, Mi." Daze stared out of the room.

"Don't look for Mami's expulsion." Bu Lela immediately understood and pulled her child's shoulder to enter. Closing the door slowly and locking it from the inside. Smiling warmly at his son while sitting on the sofa. "Here, son.." patted his thigh so that Ghibran would sleep on his lap.

"Until when are you going to be like this, son? Mami's tired of seeing you shut yourself up. Aren't you tired of crying over women who have chosen to live happily with others?"

"Ah, Mami don't talk about it." Ghibran hugged his mother's waist spoiled.

Bu Lela smiled as she stroked her son's hair. "Mommy doesn't want to talk about this. However, it is your attitude that has passed in addressing this problem. You're like a teenage boy who broke up. At your current age, you should be wise to deal with problems like this."

The ghibran just squirms without saying a word.

"Women are many, son. Better than him, God willing, God still has him for you. Don't just stick to one woman. Moreover, he has clearly rejected you by choosing another man."

"It's so hard, Mommy."

"How is it not difficult, you never tried it. Being locked up in this room won't make you forget that woman. It will further provoke you to remember the memories with him."

Ghibran got up and looked at his mother. "Are you disappointed because I'm like this?"

"You said no, but Mami was disappointed. So, yeah.. Mami is disappointed because you cannot be wise in dealing with problems. Your age is very mature, but you're like a teenager."

"I love her, Mi."

"Mami knows you love her. But is your love worth fighting for, while the woman you're fighting for just won't fight for."

"He did it because he felt he didn't deserve me. He. he. aaargghhh.." Ghibran ruffled his hair in frustration.

"Istighfar, Son. In this case we can remember about the ugliness, so that we quickly forget it."

Ghibran lowered his head, trying to remember the bad things Chayra had done to him. Shuffling quietly because his brain memory did not manage to remember anything about the girl's ugliness.

"Nothing bad, Mi."

"Then anyway? The whole time he said he didn't deserve you, did he convey it in a polite way?"

Ghibran nodded. "We even talked to each other twice. The first was on a swing behind the house, and the second was under a long-spirited tree in his front yard. She cried when she told me to look for another woman. He said I'm too good to have to marry a rape victim like him." Ghibran closed his eyes withstanding the turmoil in his chest.

"O Allah, I love Your servant Chayra Azzahra. The servant wants him to belong to the servant of God.." Ghibran muttered softly while rubbing his face.

Bu Lela just silently looked at her son. For the first time she saw her son slumped for love.

They were silent in that situation. Until finally Bu Lela got up while gently patting Ghibran's shoulder. "Mommy to the room first, son. Pray and pray, that God may ease the burden of your mind and ease the way out of this matter."

"Yes, Mi. Thank you for encouraging your stupid son." The ghibran rubbed his face like a frustrated man. "Please pray for me too, to be strong in the face of this ordeal.

Ms. Lela interrupted, smiling as she ruffled Ghibran's hair.

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