My Bow to the Destiny of Love
That feeling

I have lived in Pesantren for almost a month. Chayra is getting used to the activities in Pesantren. As seen this morning. Chayra sits on the outskirts of the Ta'lim Assembly where he established the tahajud prayer.

Chayra waits for Saras and Tania to return to the dormitory to pass on their younger siblings. No one is late for school.

Ghibran who had just come out of the Santri Mosque after performing the Dhuha prayer, stunned to see the girl who was sitting pensively alone. His chest always rippled every time he saw the smile of the girl who had only known for a few days. What feeling is this. Inwardly

Suddenly, his feet walked, slowly stepping closer to Chayra. After a few steps, he stopped his steps. What would he say later, when he was already in front of the girl. However, his heart said, that he should approach the girl who was sitting leaning on the pole of the Ta'lim Assembly.

His steps came to a standstill when he saw Saras and Tania who were running small approaching Chayra. He breathed his breath violently while preaching. "Astagfirullahal'adzim, what am I doing?" Ask yourself.

Ghibran turned towards Santri Putra Dormitory. But, his heart said another, asking him to stop his steps. He looked back. Curiosity wants to see what the girl who wanted to go to earlier did.

Chayra, Saras and Tania walk towards Santri Mosque. They will perform the Dhuha prayer. And that was not out of the attention of a Ghibran Abdullah.

Not to continue in his footsteps. Ghibran followed the three girls into the mosque. Standing on the side of the curtain between the Son and the Daughter. There, he could clearly hear the conversation of the three girls earlier.

"Ayra, I see, you seem to have gotten used to performing the Dhuha prayer. Did you always do it before you came here?" The voice of Saras.

The ghibran further sharpened his hearing to hear Chayra's answer.

"Thank God, ever since I entered High School, I've always taken the time to work on it. Mother also always demands that I be able to Istiqomah, when I do useful deeds. I feel hard to leave him.

"Well, you're cool, Ayra. You are not a Santri. But, your Istiqomah soul is worthy of imitation." Tania. "I've been told to pray two raka when it still feels heavy."

"If familiarized, God willing, we must be accustomed and there will be less if we have not done it."

"Of course, let's get started. Don't talk too much." Tymphal Saras.

The ghibran who was still standing behind the curtain, was stunned to hear every sentence that was thrown from the mouths of the three girls. "What an amazing girl." Mumbled slowly. Turn out of the mosque. Rushing towards Santri Putra Dormitory. Afraid of her existence in realizing the three girls.

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Chayra blinked her eyes. Squeezing his eyes to adjust the light entering his sense of sight. Glanced at the wall clock that was plastered on the wall of his room.

Time shows at three in the morning. He immediately got up and rushed to the bathroom to get some ablution water. Not to be late again. Afraid of waiting like yesterday. Yesterday, Ms. Ainun knocked back and forth on her bedroom door because her eyes were so hard to open.

After performing the Tahajud prayer. Chayra approached Saras and Tania who were already sitting leisurely in an ordinary place.

Ghibran walks towards their class with a man. He's Rudi, Ghibran's old friend. They walk leisurely while talking. They split up to fill in the material on a predetermined class.

About an hour Ghibran filled the material. There was an Adhan of Subuh reverberating from the Santri Mosque. They all listened silently to Adhan. Reading the do'a after the adzan after the adzan was proclaimed.

"Good, Sisters. Because of adzan. Brother's maternity enough to get here." Ghibran closed his class this morning.

"Yes, Ustadz." Answer the santri simultaneously.

"So, close up. Hopefully the knowledge that Brother conveyed earlier is useful. So, Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokaatuh."

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wa barokaatuh."

Ghibran rose first, leaving behind his younger brothers of guidance. After the Ghibran came out, Chayra and his friends got up. They went straight to the Santri Mosque to perform congregational Fajr prayers.

On the way to the mosque, Chayra instead failed to focus on the words of the two students who walked behind him.

"Kok, now Ustadz Ghibran is really diligent about getting into our classroom?" Ask one of the friends next to him.

"Yes, yeah. I think after Ummi Ainun's niece was in our class. In fact, as long as Ayra is here, it can be said that Ustadz Ghibran always fills the material. Usually always replace with Ustadz Rudi or Ustad Kholis." Answer the friend beside him.

"I think Ustadz Ghibran fell in love with Ayra."

"I think so too. Have you ever noticed that Ustadz Ghibran is delivering materials. His gaze was always on Ayra."

The friend beside him nodded his head in a sign approving of his friend's opinion.

Chayra just silently listened to the conversation of the two people behind her. Saras and Tania just looked at Chayra. Feeling worried that the words of the two people behind them offended Chayra.

There was no change in Chayra's face. The two of them were able to breathe a sigh of relief after hearing Chayra repeatedly reciting Istighfar in a soft voice.

Saras and Tania are amazed by Chayra's freshness. Although often discussed by the students. But Chayra was never offended. He would only be a guest when he heard himself being the topic of conversation.

"Prophey, Ayra." Tania patted Chayra's shoulder gently. "I think they should be self-conscious. Who are you and who are we." Reciprocity. His gaze was straight forward, towards the two Santri who had already preceded their steps since earlier, as they walked more slowly.

Chayra frowned in wonder. "Kok, are you talking about that, Nia? We are both ordinary people."

Tania shook her head slowly. "Our different social status, Ayra. We are just from among the commoners."

Their conversation came to a halt when the sound of the iqomah was echoed sweetly from inside the Mosque.

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"You know what, Ayra? If we are not present in absence. We'll get punished here. And that punishment will make your pretty hands go numb or even crooked." Saras told a frenzied story while tugging at Chayra's hand plan.

Chayra furrowed her brows. "What is the punishment?"

"Writing lafadz istighfar, or lafadz Tahmid, Tahlil, Bismillah and bla.bla..bla." Tania replied no less.

The answer from Tania made Chayra even more confused. "You mean?"

Saras pulled Chayra's hand toward a long bench on the edge of a sizable fish pond. "Here, we sit down to relax."

Shady mahogany trees along the edge of the fish pond make the morning atmosphere cooler.

Chayra took a deep breath enjoying the cool air around. "Subhanallah.. What a beautiful creation, O God." Chayra Mumbles.

Saras and Tania looked at each other in Chayra's admiration.

"You're just now enjoying the nature of this Pesantren. Whereas we from six years ago always enjoyed it." Tania.

Chayra looked at Tania with a smile. Suddenly, he recalled the thing they discussed before sitting on the bench earlier. "Eh, Saras, Nia. I was just talking about the punishment you got. You haven't explained until I get it."

"This is it, Ayra. For example, now you're not present when the nanny's giving up."

"I understand that one." Chayra's words cut through Saras' explanation.

Tania placed her index finger in front of her lips. "Ssttt.. Listen up, Ayra."

Chayra nodded.

"One time you are absent, it means that one punishment is already yours. For example, the punishment you are told to write lafadz istighfar a thousand times."

Chayra rounded her eyes in disbelief. "Writing lafadz istighfar a thousand times? Repeating Saras's explanation.

Saras and Tania nodded in unison.

"That's for one punishment."

Chayra swallowed her saliva in disbelief. Silence was stunned and tried to digest the intention of Pesantren giving such punishment. After pondering for a while, his face sparkled with delight. "I know the purpose. It's all for you to repent and get back on the right path."

The three of them laughed in unison while closing their mouths.

"Hmmm...!!

Deheman's voice in the back made them look at each other.

"Sir Kholis!" Tania and Saras immediately stood up and lowered their heads. Chayra stood up in confusion.

"How relaxing are you guys? Are you not ashamed? Your brothers have gone from there to the mosque." Kholis said as he patted the stick he carried on his palm.

"Come..!" Tania pulled the hands of her two friends. Passed from before Kholis with his head bowed.

Only a few meters passed from Kholis. They were greeted with the voice of the person who chuckled in front of them. The three of them raised their heads.

"U.. Ustadz Ghibran!" The three stammered at the sight of a Ghibran leaning leisurely on a mahogany tree.

Ghibran again laughed. "You guys look so funny."

Tania poked her lips. Saras lifted his lips. As for Chayra, he lowered his gaze.

The ghibran walked up to them. After about a meter. Stop in front of the three girls.

"Chayra Azzahra."

Hearing her name being called, Chayra raised her head. He looked at Ghibran. They made eye contact and Chayra looked down again.

Ghibran smiled again. "I love the way you keep your eyes on me."

Deg !

After finishing his sentence, Ghibran instantly passed with a rumble in his chest. His heart was racing very fast. He smiled to himself and went straight back to Santri Putra's Dormitory.

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