My Bow to the Destiny of Love
First meeting

Ms. Ainun stood in front of the room occupied by Chayra. Knock on the door of the room slowly. "Ayra, wake up, son. Tahajud time."

Chayra blinked her eyes. It's his first day of the night at the pesantren. He yawned as he got up, walking closer to the door of his room.

Ceklek !

Ms. Ainun who was still standing in front of the door of her nephew's room smiled. "It's Tahajud time, honey." Gently caressed the head of his nephew.

Chayra returned Bu Ainun's smile. "Yes, Aunt. Uh, Ummi. Ayra take the water first."

Ms. Ainun smiled at Chayra's words, who was still not used to calling her Ummi. "We pray at the Assembly of Ta'lim, son. We join the Santri. Ummi wait for you in front."

"Yes, Ummi." Chayra. Immediately rush to the bathroom to take ablution water'. I don't want you to wait too long.

Finished establishing prayer and prayer. Mrs Ainun asked her nephew for permission to return home.

"Ummi go back first, son. From now on, you should get used to following the study before the Fajr prayer." Bu Ainun stared around filled with Santri.

"Ummi see what?" Ask Chayra.

Ms. Ainun was still watching around.She spoke without turning her attention to Chayra. "Ummi is looking... Ah, there they are. Saras, Tania!" He raised his voice, calling two girls who seemed to be chatting casually after the prayer.

The two girls looked at each other. They immediately got up after finding out who was calling them. A small run approached towards Bu Ainun and Chayra.

"What Ummi called us?" Saras asked slightly bowing his body.

"Yes, Son. Ummi wants to ask you guys for help. Take Ummi's nephew with you. Hope you guys get along in the near future. You guys seem to be the same age because you both just finished High School."

Saras and Tania nodded.

"By pleasure, Ummi." Tania smiled as she looked at Chayra. "Come.." Embrace Chayra sok familiar.

"Then, Ummi came back first.. Get to know your new friends, son.

"Yes, Ummi."

Bu Ainun passed from before his nephew.

"Whose name?" Saras asked Chayra who had only been sitting quietly since Bu Ainun's departure.

"I am Chayra Azzahra. Commonly called Chayra or Ayra can also." Chayra smiled stiffly.

"I'm Saras and this is Tania. We've both been here six years. So, Ummi Ainun knows us very well." Obviously Saras.

Tania only chuckles at Saras's explanation that Chayra has never asked for.

"Why are you, Tania?"

"Anything. No one asked for your explanation. But, you're busy explaining at length." Tania chuckled again.

Chayra just smiled looking at the two girls of her new friend.

"Iihhh, you're such a bitch, Tania...!" Saras lightly hit Tania's body. His face was red with shame.

"I need that explanation, too." Chayra said suddenly. Saras immediately stopped his action.

"Well, Ayra also needs information about us." Saras smiled triumphantly.

Chayra just smiled in response.

Suddenly, their attention was diverted to the figure of a handsome man walking in the distance.

"Wahh, what was my dream last night? Ustadz Ghibran to lecture in our class tonight?" Tania looks horrendous. His attention was not distracted from the handsome figure still walking closer and closer towards their class.

"It's not night anymore, Tania. It's morning." Erat Saras. "Not necessarily Ustadz Ghibran teaches in our classrooms."

"May help me pray'a let him into our class."

Chayra who was just a listener finally spoke up out of curiosity. "Why indeed? You guys seem really hopeful that he's the one teaching us?"

"You want to know?" Said Tania with a splash.

Chayra nodded her head.

"He's the most handsome Ustadz here

He's the meekest Ustadz here. He's Ustadz's favourite here. Anyway, he's the most perfect Ustadz." Tania explained fieryly. His actions that make his classmates with his head bobble saw his behavior.

"Assynolt,"

The sound of greeting made them silent. Their attention was on the person who said their greetings.

"Wa'alaikum salam warahmatullahi wa baarakaatuh." Answer the Santri simultaneously.

Like getting a fresh breeze. Tania smiled to herself. Squeezing his fingers together.

Chayra glanced at him in surprise. He touched Tania's arm. "Why you?"Ask whispering.

"I'm too happy because Ustadz Ghibran really got into our class."

Chayra knitted her brows. "You're overreacting, Tania."

Tania just grinned at Chayra's words.

How are you guys doing ?" Ghibran's voice made them refocus their attention forward.

"Alhamdulillah, we're good, Ustadz."Answer them simultaneously.

Ghibran smiled gently. Actually, he doesn't like being called Ustadz. However, the Santri are reluctant if they have to call him brother. He watched his guidance sisters one by one. His gaze came to a halt on the figure of the girl sitting about two meters in front of him. The girl looked foreign in her eyes.

Got a look from the man in front of her. Chayra smiled as she lowered her gaze.

Ghibran's chest pounding. There was a strange feeling rustling in his chest. He rarely met a woman like this. He took a deep breath trying to regulate his heart rhythm.

"Sir.." Call slowly.

The summoned one is still down.

Saras nudged Chayra's arm to raise her face immediately. Instead of raising her face, Chayra jumped in shock. Stand up while reciting istighfar. "Astagglancelady'adzim..!" Screaming like a frightened man.

"Why are you, Ayra?" Saras and Tania asked compactly in a panicked tone. Pull Chayra's hand to sit down again.

Chayra was gawking. All eyes were on him. They were curious about the answer that Chayra would give.

"Moor.." Call Saras again, waving his hand in front of Chayra's face.

"Yes, yeah, what's up?!" Chayra stuttered. Recollecting his consciousness.

The santri behind him giggled at his behavior.

"Why are you, Ayra?" Tania repeated Saras's question.

"I..? Why me..?"Ask back.

Suddenly, his words invite laughter of people who are in his class. No exception to Ghibran.

Saras exhaled violently, rolling his eyes. While Tania patted her head. They don't believe in the ridiculousness that Chayra makes.

Ghibran is still smiling. Trying to call Chayra again. "Silts.." Said slowly.

Chayra immediately turned her head followed by Saras and Tania. "Yes, Ustadz." Answer slowly.

"I called you, but you didn't look. Just keep Saras nudging your arms. But you're shocked instead. What did you sleep for?"

Chayra nodded slowly. "Astaghfirullah, I don't sleep, Ustadz. I was just surprised, though." The answer is to try to defend yourself. Back to bowing his head.

Ghibran smiled again. Distracting the topic of conversation because he saw Chayra's face meet red. "Are you the new Santri, Dek?"

"Yes, Ustadz. He's a new student, but he's finished High School. Just like us. And one more. Ustadz also needs to know that he is his nephew Abah Ismail and Ummi Ainun." Tania explained at length.

The ghibran looks astonished to hear Tania's words. "I asked her, Tania, not you." Answer Ghibran.

"Ustadz. ihh, bummer. I was just helping Ayram. He's still shy about answering questions from Ustadz." Tania poked her lips.

"You are, habits are often nyerocos. The person being asked, you are busy answering." Saras chimed in.

"Of course, don't argue. Then now we fill in the introduction first with our new family."

"Yes, yeah,.Ustad.." The Santri answered simultaneously.

"Sir, may you please come forward. My new friends want to see your face." Ghibran.

Chayra nodded, advanced slowly and sat a few steps beside Ghibran. He lifted his face and smiled at his new friends.

"Just stand up, Deck, it's okay." Ghibran allowed Chayra to introduce himself while standing up.

Chayra shook her head. "I'm more comfortable like this. Thanks for the offer, Ustadz." Chayra smiled at Ghibran.

Ghibran's chest rippled back to look at Chayra's sweet smile. He smiled stiffly. "Please, Deck you can start."

Chayra nodded, saying her greetings first before starting to introduce herself.

Chayra continued her words. "Previously, I'm sorry to interrupt my study time. My name is Chayra Azzara. Friends can call me Chayra or Ayra can too. I'm a new guy here. I don't live in Santri Dormitory. But I live in Abah Ismail's house. Because it just so happens that he is my Om."

"Ayra, did you also live in Pesantren before?" A santri sitting at the very back of the line asked a question.

"Never. But, both of my parents are Alumni in this Pondok Pesantren. If I wasn't like that. I even went to State School. I also studied books at home. So Thank God, the basic books taught here, I have finished them at home."

"Alhamdulillah." Ghibran.

"What motivates you to go to school after graduating from High School?" One question comes again.

"Chayra smiled blandly listening to the question. "Actually, it never crossed my mind to stay in Pesantren. But ..." Chayra paused her speech. I heard heavy breathing from him. "This is Om and Aunt's request. Uh, wrong call. I mean the request of Abah Ismail and Ummi Ainun. He said, because this is the will of my late Father. So, I have to obey him without a word but."

The ghibran was stunned to hear Chayra's reply.

"So your father is dead?" He asked quietly, afraid to offend Chayra.

Chayra hesitated. "Yes, Ustadz." Subdues head.

"I'm sorry if my question offends you."

"No, Ustadz." Chayra replied, smiling again.

"You can go back to your place." Ghibran allowed Chayra to sit on his alphabet again.

"Thank you, Ustadz." Chayra walked on crouching and sat comfortably on her sajad.

Ghibran looked back at his younger santri.

"Chayra Azzahra, your name is beautiful. I like your name." Said suddenly. The santri clapped boisterously.

"Ciie... Ustadz likes his name or his person?" The ejection from one of the students made Ghibran glare at his eyes. Her face flushed. Not out of anger, but out of shame at the question.

His chest is back pounding. His heart beats faster. He just kept quiet without even answering the question.

"Did Ustadz Ghibran fall in love at first sight ?" Ask Tania slowly. However, his tone was rather sad.

Chayra shrugged her shoulders. "Don't say anything because it can be slanderous. He's gonna say he likes my name, not mine." He said while pinching Tania's nose.

"It turns out you're the fun guy, Ayra. I want to be your permanent friend." Saras interrupted immediately. Not involved in men's affairs. Intentionally interrupting Tania's words, to keep their new friend comfortable making friends with them.

Chayra turned to look at Saras. Developing his smile, patting Saras' shoulders softly."Thanks,"

Tania suddenly hugged Chayra from behind.

"Hhmmm..!"

Deheman Ghibran's voice made Tania realize where she was now.

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