My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Accident

His conversation with Mr. Ismail two days ago, made Chayra not able to think clearly to this day. He is still confused by Mr. Ismail's opinion of a Ghibran Abdullah. Is it really a Ghibran in the eyes of Mr. Ismail.

He walked by the pool alone this afternoon. The atmosphere near the fish pond was quite crowded. Because some Santri enjoy their free time to chat with their friends.

The long stool he used to use with Saras and Tania in the morning, this afternoon has been replaced by five Santriwati who are writing for nothing.

Chayra turned to stare into the middle of the fish pond. Where a long gazebo stands firmly there. He only went there a few times accompanied by Saras and Tania. The place is full too. The small benches that lined the length of the fish pond were also almost nothing left.

Chayra circulated her gaze looking for an empty spot. His face sparkled happily when he got a seat under the fruitful jackfruit tree. He ran a little near the place. Right in the middle of the road that vehicles often pass. A matic motor is seen speeding quite fast towards him. Chayra can't escape.

Brak!

The driver fell off his bike. Chayra was unconscious. The women who witnessed the incident shouted hysterically.

Saras and Tania who were just about to meet Chayra immediately ran over when they saw the crowd at the edge of the pool. He broke through the crowd of santri.

"Goddessa, Ayra!" Saras and Tania spoke in unison. Approaching Chayra who was lying unconscious.

Tania turned to look at the crowd of Santri who stood crowded behind her. "Why are you guys talking? Call Ummi Ainun or whoever you meet there." Tania shouted to the Santri who were just spectators without taking action

whatever. A Santri ran to Mr. Ismail's house.

The man who hit Chayra tried to get up. The sleeves on the elbows are broad. The trousers he wore, his knees were also hollow. He grimaced softly as he raised his hand to remove the helmet that had been cracked due to the incident earlier. They were shocked when they saw the face of the man behind the helmet earlier.

"O Allah, Ustadz Ghibran?!" The Santri widened his eyes looking at who the careless man who hit someone on a deserted street like this was. The atmosphere is getting bigger..

Ghibran tried to smile broadly. However, he cannot be lied to if he is enduring pain.

"I'm sorry I wasn't careful. I was too careless. Because it's a deserted road, I drive a motorbike all I want. I. I'll take him to the nearest hospital." Ghibran grimaces withstanding pain. Fresh blood flowed on his torn palm.

"How Ustadz will take him, while Ustadz also needs a Doctor's treatment." Saras.

"Well, I hope I can." Ghibran trying to rise. However, his legs were numb and his strength was as if drained away.

The newly arrived Ms. Ainun immediately cried hysterically. "Quick call the Ambulance!"

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At the IGD hospital, Ms. Ainun was still as much as crying over Chayra who had not yet regained consciousness. The sound of crying too much.

The ghibran who was in the next safe tried to close his eyes. He really feels guilty. His unsettled mood made him confused and unable to think clearly.

The newly arrived Mr. Ismail hugged his wife. He just got home from the seminar and went straight to the Hospital.

"Ummi, what really happened? How did Ayra get hit by a motorcycle in the Pesantren neighborhood?" Mr. Ismail asked his wife a question that was still in his arms.

Bu Ainun looked up at her husband standing beside her. "Ummi also doesn't know, Abah. When he arrived at the edge of the pool, Ayra was unconscious. Ghibran also looked weak earlier. His palm was also sewn because there was a deep tear wound.

Mr. Ismail was surprised to hear his wife's answer. Cupping both cheeks Bu Ainun. "Try Ummi repeat Ummi's words."

Bu Ainun furrowed his brows in astonishment. "Why?"

Mr. Ismali looked at his wife. "So the Ghibran hit Ayra? Where is he now? How's things going? Why didn't Ummi tell you from this afternoon that Ghibran hit him?"

Ms. Ainun took off Mr. Ismail's fist from his cheek. "That's if it's one-one. Ummi was confused which answer to answer."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim," Mr. Ismail rubbed his face violently. "I'm sorry Abah, Ummi. Abah was really surprised." Turning to glance at Chayra who was fast asleep. "How is Ayra doing now?"

"As Abah saw. He has not been conscious until now. The doctor said there were no internal injuries. Just so, Ummi was confused as to why he hadn't realized until now." Bu Ainun sighed heavily while looking at Chayra.

"Did Ummi call Santi?"

"Already, Abah. But, he sounded calm and not panicked like Ummi. He has only been involved repeatedly. He said he'd be here tomorrow."

"Ummi just tell her I, that Ayra is fine now. So, he doesn't have to get here. Poor Bian, he also has to go to school."

"Later Ummi call him again."

"Where is Ghibran now?" Mr. Ismail recalled Ghibran.

"There's next door." Answer Ms. Ainun.

"So I'd like to look at her situation for a moment." Ismail immediately left his wife. He was really worried about the state of the Ghibran.

Rudi was sitting alone holding a cell phone in the waiting room of the hospital lobby. Mr. Ismail approached him and asked Rudi to accompany him to meet Ghibran.

"Assalamualaikum" said Mr. Ismail and Rudi when he arrived in front of Ghibran.

Ghibran immediately opened his eyes to hear the voice of Mr. Ismail. "Wa. wa'alaikumsalam, Abah. Forgive Ghibran, Abah. The Ghibran was completely unable to control the speed of the motor when suddenly Zahra ran in front of the Ghibran."

"Hmm..!" Rudi cleared his throat then shifted his gaze. "In this situation it is still called by its special calling." Rudi muttered softly, but could still be heard by Mr. Ismail who was standing right beside him.

Mr. Ismail smiled. "I'm sorry Abah's niece is a bit careless."

"It's Ghibran's fault, Abah. The ghibran. This isn't all Zahra's fault. Uh, Ayra."

"It seems that there is something you are hiding from Abah, Ghibran." Said Mr. Ismail.

"What does Abah mean?" Ghibran raised his head.

"Don't wake up, Ghibran. You're not well." Tegur Rudi who saw Ghibran trying to wake up.

"I don't feel good about Abah, Rud."

"It's okay, son. You are sick. Abah wants to ask you something. But, later if you are healed. It's not good to have to talk about it now."

"Please, Abah. Ghibran is okay. Just a little wound."

"If it gets stitched up is not a bit of his name, son. Have you contacted your parents?"

"No, Abah. But Ghibran did not want to contact them. Abah knows where his mom is if Ghibran knows why." Rudi answered Ismail's question. Because he's sure Ghibran will say that he's contacted his parents.

"Don't be like that, son. Poor your parents."

"I. yeah, Abah. Ghibran will call when he recovers."

"Then Abah went to Ayra first, yes. Get enough rest. Don't move too much so you recover quickly."

"Yes, Abah. Thanks advice. Once again Ghibran apologizes."

Mr. Ismail nodded with a smile. Say hello and leave Ghibran and Rudi.

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Two days of total rest at the Hospital made Chayra completely recover. His mother, Miss Santi, did not come because Mrs Ainun and Mr. Ismail guaranteed that her daughter Chayra was okay.

As for Ghibran, he only rested a few hours on the day of the incident because his condition was fine. After his palms were finished in the sewing, he was allowed to return home.

Ms. Ainun packed up while waiting for Mr. Ismail to pick her up. "Son, did you take all your stuff out?" Ask the Chayra. They are waiting for Ishmael's arrival.

"Already, Ummi."

Ms. Ainun observed the temple of her nephew who was still in the bandage. Slowly rubbing the wound with a worried look.

Chayra smiled at Bu Ainun's behavior. "It's okay, Ummi." Grabbing Mrs Ainun's hand.

Their attention was distracted by the three figures of men walking hand in hand not far from where they were sitting.

"Assalamualaikum," the three said their greetings when they arrived in front of the two women.

Mr. Ismail is closer to Chayra."Are you really healthy, son?" Ask the Chayra. He glanced towards Ghibran and Rudi who were standing about four steps behind him. "Ghibran asked Abah for permission to come and pick Ayra up because she felt guilty for Ayra."

Chayra nodded. "God willing, Ayra is not well, Abah." The answer is regardless of the next sentence of Mr. Ismail.

Ghibran is a little closer to Ismail. "Hmm, Zahra. M. forgive my carelessness for harming you." Speak with stammering. He looked up at Chayra.

Chayra smile. A smile that could always make the chest of a Ghibran Abdullah palpitate. "I should be the one apologizing to Ustadz. Because if I didn't run away at the time. Of course Ustadz won't hit me. This all happened because of my carelessness."

Ghibran stroked his chest slowly. "T. No, Zahra. It's all my fault."

Rudi held a smile to see the behavior of his best friend who was churning the fire of love in his chest. Indeed, the Chayra looks more special than most women in general. Besides being meek, the girl in front of him was also very fond of beristighfar.

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