My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Advice

"Is that really what you did, Ghi?" Zidane asked for Ghibran's explanation after Ardian and Chayra entered the room. "What are you doing with my sister-in-law until her face looks so alarming? Did you pay the goons to make it that bad." Zidane rubbed his face repeatedly.

"I did that to him myself." Ghibran replied expressionlessly.

"But what's wrong with him, Ghi? Feelings, Ardian never makes trouble with you."

"He's got Zahra pregnant, Zidane. I didn't know how to behave when the doctor said that. The pain of him seizing Zahra has not gone away. He could have impregnated her." The ghibran breathed out violently.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, can you think? Use your common sense, Ghi. Ardian is Ayra's legal husband. People will wonder if she is not pregnant. They've been married for a year."

"That's a reality I can't accept yet, Zidane. I still love Zahra. At least his name has not been able to be moved by any woman." Ghibran replied without guilt.

It was Zidane's turn to exhale violently. "Wear your brain, Ghibran. You have sinned in loving someone's wife. Especially to the point of intending to fight until it gets it." Scratching his head confused. "You've been a lunatic for a long time. Never mind, I've been dizzy with you for a long time. Good thing Ardian lives in this house now. Suppose she still lives in her parents' house. Don't know what's going to happen to you."

"My head was hot yesterday. I can't think clearly. I was really surprised. The doctor was surprised to see my reaction."

"You mean?"

"I'm sorry, Zidane. I confessed to being Zahra's husband yesterday. I really panicked to see his condition limp to the point of unconsciousness. If you have to wait for them to come. I'm afraid nothing will happen because no further action has been taken."

Zidane was stunned for a moment when he heard Ghibran's confession. How deep did the man feel about Chayra until she acted like that. "What makes you so desperate to do that, Ghibran?"

"I told you I was really panicking. You didn't see Zahra yesterday. You'd freak out like me if you saw him.

"You're exaggerating. You should face it calmly. You won't be rash if you can calm down. Or maybe you better go back to Pesantren. The longer you stay here, the harder it is to forget Ayra. Women in Pesantren are still many. What do you want to find, God willing, the stock of Shalihah women is still there. Don't come back to this house if you're still expecting Ayra. I hate your nature like this. Dizziness me." Zidane passed away without caring about Ghibran.

Only Santi is still accompanying Ghibran in the living room. The woman looked at Ghibran. Pity and annoyance with the actions of Ghibran.

The ghibran breathed deeply. Just glanced at Santi without daring to look at him. "I'm sorry Ghibran, ma'am."

"Mom can't do anything for you. Currently, Ardian is the most entitled to Ayra. I can only hope you can follow Zidane's advice. Maybe it's better if you go back to Pesantren. Linger here can cause harm to the marriage of Ayra. You know the law. I don't need to explain the law because you know better than Mom."

Santi sat on the sofa. "Go back to Pesantren, son. Try to find a new life. Find another woman. If necessary find a woman who is more than everything from Mother's daughter who is not how much faith it is. You're smart, son. Which woman won't be interested in you."

Ghibran just looked down. Starting to feel bad when Santi spoke up.

"Have you eaten?" Deliberately diverting the conversation.

"S. I've, Mom."

"Don't hesitate, son. If you have not eaten, eat first. Mom's not mad at you. But, I hope from now on fix your intentions. Find another woman who will accompany you for life."

The ghibran took a deep breath. "Ghibran will try, ma'am." Glancing at Santi at a glance.

"Good then. At least you have the intention to change. Not just silent lamenting one woman who is clearly not your soul mate."

"Once again forgive Ghibran, ma'am."

Santi smiling. "God willing Mother, Son. But, I really hope that you apologize to Ardian too. You've physically injured her to such an extent. Thank God, Ardian who is not the Ardian who used to be. Ardian who now has an extraordinary patient nature. I do not know for sure and did not witness in person your dispute yesterday. However, from Ardian's story, I can already conclude, if you are angry with Ardian because of Ayra."

Ghibran just fell silent, waiting for the continuation of Santi's speech.

Ghibran glanced at Santi and then looked back down. "Greetings to Ardian. I'm sorry for what I did yesterday. If I were to meet in person I wouldn't dare, ma'am. I don't dare risk it in the future."

"What do you really feel when you come face-to-face with him?" Zidane suddenly reappeared by dragging a small suitcase. Already changed clothes. It looks more presentable and makes clear the aura of good looks.

Ghibran raised his head. Staring at Zidane who walked closer towards him. "I can't control my emotions when dealing with him."

"Huh" Zidane snorted as he threw his body on the sofa. "It turns out that love can shake the faith of a Ghibran Abdullah."

"Where are you going, son? Why come out with a suitcase?" Santi even noticed the small suitcase that Zidane brought.

"I want to go home, Mom. I have to take care of Ghibran first. I'll make sure he gets married before he can go back to this area."

"You mean?" Ghibran stared at Zidane's astonishment.

"We're back together to Pesantren. I can't just believe what you're saying." Zidane said without looking at Ghibran. "We went to Pesantren using your car. Come on, let's go now." Forcibly withdrawing the hand of Ghibran who still refused to rise.

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That morning, Chayra vomited again. The more here, the morning sickness he experienced became more so. Just because of a trivial matter, he was able to spit out all of his entrails.

"I told you not to go to the kitchen. Why are you so stubborn?" Ardian. His hands were busy pinching the nape of his wife.

"So I felt fine, brother. Uh, you know, just smell the garlic, my stomach's like it's stirring."

"From now on you don't go to the kitchen. I'll help you make breakfast every morning. The important thing is that you don't vomit like this. Tomorrow's graduation again. Who will accompany me if you're like this." Ardian was even worried about the event he would attend tomorrow morning.

"Bawa Bian. Hoek...." Chayra again released yellow liquid. "Bitter..."

"That's right, Chay. People take a couple. Kok, you even told me to hold sister-in-law." Ardian turned on the faucet for his wife. "The mouth first let the bitterness disappear."

Chayra followed her husband's advice. "Rather than being alone." he said, rising up because he felt better. "Just pray, I'll be fine tomorrow morning. God willing, I can accompany Brother in that important event." Chayra stepped out of the bathroom. Approaching the bed to rest. The vomiting event was really draining his energy.

Ardian jumped on the bed. Pulling the blanket over half his body. His hands immediately embraced Chayra's body.

"What a long sleep, brother. Don't hug the kayak gini. Eneg I smell Brother's body." Chayra pushed Ardian's body further away. The man came here even more like nempel to his wife. However, Chayra is becoming more and more. I don't like being close to her husband. To the extent that he vomited often if Ardian kept hugging him.

"I'd like to puke again, if you keep sticking up."

"What the hell is it? I'll just vent my love."

"But I don't like it. Maybe this is also the baby, brother. It's ah, stay away." Chayra pushed back Ardian's body. "I'm sick again."

"Where is that?" Ardian won't lose. "When there is a pregnant woman, continues to hate the scent of her husband's body? It's weird that you're this, Chay."

"Sir Ardian, he never heard of the strange desires of pregnant women. Fortunately, I did not ask my brother to go to the neighbor's well. If a pregnant woman asks, you must not refuse. Because if you refuse, it will be a burden on the woman's mind."

"Huh, you're weird." Ardian shook his head slowly while inching slightly away. Don't want Chayra pushing him again.

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