My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Mother's Longing

Ardian's words in the tape continued to play around in Chayra's memory. He sat down on the side of his bed. Repeatedly reciting Istighfar to calm his chaotic mind. To ask forgiveness from the Almighty for his carelessness that day.

Trying to think how to find out this incident without making his three friends suspicious. He got up and paced in the room he was in now. Room occupied by his late father. This room looks wider than the room that used to be at home.

Tired pacing back and forth, Chayra sat back down. He just remembered that he had not contacted his mother and sister. Back heard the words of Istighfar from his thin seedlings. Pick up the phone lying on his desk. Mensecroll contacts on his phone looking for the name of his beloved mother. Not too long to wait, her mother answered her phone.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother Ismail."

Chayra smiled at her mother's voice. But, her tears had already flowed the river ."Wa. wa'alaikumsalam, ma'am. This is Ayra, Mom."

"God, Son. Is this really you, son? Oh my God, I miss you so much. Finally, um you let me hear your voice, son."

Hearing the noise of the crowd at her mother's place, Chayra fell silent. It is predictable, if his mother is in the store at this time.

"Ayra, why are you quiet, honey? Don't you miss Mom?"

Chayra stammered at her mother's words. "B. No, Ma'am, but it looks like I'm busy at the store. Is Ayra bothering Mom?"

"Not at all, son. Wait a minute, I'm gonna call Mom's assistant for a second."

"Yes, Mom." Chayra kept waiting without turning off her phone.

Ms. Santi approached her phone again with a smile. "Hello, Ayra. Are you still there, son?"

"Yes, Mom. Ayra's still here."

Miss Santi breathed a sigh of relief. "Mom misses you so much, son. How are you there. Are you all right?"

"Alhamdulillah, Ayra is fine, ma'am. How are mom and Bian? Are you healthy there too?" Chayra's tears are melting. He could no longer hold back his mother's longing.

"Thank God, Mom and Bian are healthy too, son. But, your sister always asks you how. He always asks when we'll catch you there."

"Where is this now, ma'am?"

"Your sister went to school, nayk. I'll have her call you later. Ommu is very stingy. He doesn't even allow me to hear your voice. Yesterday, I cried and begged him. But he stays on his feet. He said, if it's been a month, I can call you."

Chayra only smiled wryly at her mother's words. Her tears are still melting. "Did, Mom. Now Ayra's calling Mom."

"Yes, Son. Mm.., Son. Mom wants to go home first. Your sister's coming home from school soon. Bian is often whiny right now if he doesn't find anyone at home."

"Then Ayra'll call again, Mom."

"Not to be turned off, son!"

"Not good, Mom, call while driving."

Santi's mom is silent. Justifying his son's words in his heart. "But I'm afraid I won't be able to call you later. You know for yourself, Ommu doesn't like to be disputed."

"Now, Ayra has been allowed to pick up Ayra's phone, Mom. So, Ayra can call me whenever Ayra wants."

"*Iy*a already then, son. But don't let it interfere with your learning."

"Yes, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." Santi rushed home. Actually, he can't wait to give news to Bian, if now his brother can be contacted. But he still drove his car casually. He does not want his carelessness later even become a disaster.

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This morning, Ghibran did not fill in the material in the Chayra class. As long as Chayra follows her class. This time Ghibran is off.

Actually Chayra was curious, the handsome man's humanity so as not to fill the material in the classroom. He glanced towards Tania. The girl looked expressionless. Normally, Tania would be very restless if the Ghibran was late.

"I don't think Ustadz Ghibran came in this morning." Saras tried to lure Tania who this morning was really minimal expression.

"I don't care about him now. He wants to come in or not. To me, he was just a big brother. Nothing more or nothing less."

"Waahhhh, I think you have really given Ustadz Ghibran to Ayra."

Tania pulled the corner of her lips. "I'm trying. Hopefully I make it. Actually, in my heart, I was worried to see that he hadn't arrived until this hour. But, I'm trying to cover up that baldness."

Saras and Chayra gawked at Tania's reply.

"Truly.., I'm really trying to close my heart to her. So, you two don't try to lure me."

"Well! Who would want to beat you up?" Saras rolled his eyes irritated.

"The sentence you issued was a trick, Saras. So, don't be too proud to admit it."

Saras turned his eyes. "You have to wait, Tania."

"Assalamualaikum, Abah, Ummi, Amrina.." Chayra pushed the door of the house that was not closed perfectly. Surprised in shock at the man sitting on the living room sofa.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, are you home, son?" Said Mr. Ismail.

Ghibran looked up at the woman who was standing a few meters away from him.

"Here, son, just a second." Mr. Ismail patted the sofa next to him. "There's something I need to discuss with you." Glanced at the Ghibran sitting in front of him. "With the Ghibran as well." In welcome,

Chayra nodded slowly and approached Ismail. There is a sense of awkwardness when it comes to sitting face to face with Ghibran. "What's up, Abah?"

"Ghibran is delivering a new Student registration form for you." Mr. Ismail submitted the form that Ghibran brought to the front of Chayra. "Please fill it first. Ghibran will take him directly."

Chayra took the pen from inside the totebag she always carried when she went to the Ta'lim Assembly.

The ghibran steals a glance towards the Chayra. Watching the girl closer made her even more admirable. His eyes look very different.

Mr. Ismail noticed it in silence the conduct of the Ghibran. Noting alternately, Ghibran and his down-on-his-luck nephew filled out the form.

After being silent for a while. Mr. Ismail began to be uncomfortable with the gaze of Ghibran on his nephew. Ghibran is seen staring at Chayra with orgasm. His gaze looked deeper, no longer just glancing at the lyrics.

"Hmm..!" Mr. Ismail cleared his throat. "Remember sin, son." He tried to commemorate the Ghibran.

Ghibran gasped in shock, immediately lowered his head to hear Mr. Ismail's reprimand.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, forgive Ghibran, Abah. Ghibran has crossed the line."

"It's good that you're aware, son. Satan is playing tricks on you for your negligence." Answer Ismail casually. He leaned back his body while lifting his feet.

Chayra raised her face hearing the debate of the two men in front of her. Stopped activity. Frowning his brows did not understand. "What's up, Abah? Did Ayra make a mistake?" Ask Mr. Ismail.

Ghibran raised his face. "There's nothing, Zahra. Please continue filling out the form." Ghibran answered quickly. Afraid that Mr. Ismail revealed his behavior earlier.

Mr. Ismail furrowed his brows. "Why is his nickname different?"

"Mmm. why.., Abah. Mm. that's. what's his name.. Mm.. Ghibran mispronounced that."

"Kok, can you call it wrong? No one ever called Ayra by the name of Zahra." Mr. Ismail knitted his brows in wonder.

"It's okay, Abah." Chayra immediately replied because he saw the Ghibran who had started to misbehave.

The ghibran scratched his non-itchy nape. Down holding shame on Mr. Akmal. He's really dead flea this time.

Chayra continued writing. Mr. Ismail watched Chayra who was writing and ignored Ghibran who was still down in front of him.

Ghibran tried to glance and then looked down again when he knew he was ignored.

Suddenly Mrs Ainun came with Chayra's phone . "Son, this is a call from your mother. He said Bian wanted to hear his brother's voice.

Chayra immediately grabbed the cellphone in the hand of Ms. Ainun. "Assalamualaikum, ma'am."

Bu Ainun shook his head while smiling at the behavior of his nephew.

Chayra chatted casually with her mother without realizing who was with her now.

Mr. Ismail submitted Ayra's form to Ghibran. "Try checking first. Whether Ayra has completed everything or not."

The ghibran took the form and examined it carefully. Squeeze eyes in some parts. "Mh.. Abah, Zahra, uh," Ghibran covered his mouth with a palm. "I mean Ghibran, Ayra hasn't entered her phone number yet."

Mr. Ismail again knitted his brows. "Why are you so happy to call Ayra by the name of Zahra?"

Ghibran gulped his saliva at Mr. Ismail's question. The man looked at her sharply. "B.. Ghibran doesn't know either, Abah. But, I'm glad to hear that name."

"Oo. like that apparently." Timpal, Mr. Ismail. Turning to look at Chayra, patted the shoulder of the girl who was still busy chatting with her mother. "Moor.."

Chayra was surprised and immediately looked over. "Eh, yes, Abah. Astagfirullahal'adzim, forgive Ayra, Abah. Ayra forgot there were guests." Chayra said goodbye to her mother and switched off her phone.

"Sorry, Abah. Ayra often forgets the condition when she's been talking to Mom."

"That's why Abah wouldn't give up your phone too soon."

Chayra smiled shyly at Mr. Ismail's words. "I'm sorry Ayra, Abah." Lirih.

"Yes, Abah was just kidding, son. Now complete your phone number so that Ghibran can take him to campus.

"Yes, Abah."

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