My Bow to the Destiny of Love
A gift from Grandpa

Everyone smiled with relief after hearing the apology from Amira. After the blue haru event was completed, one by one the pamphlets resigned. Mr. Akmal also invited Chayra and Ardian to leave the house. Not to forget Mr. Akmal advised the housekeeper to clean up the remnants of the trial that day.

"You come with Grandpa, don't go home in your mom's car." A command that Chayra cannot refute.

Chayra looked at her husband before answering Grandpa's orders. Seeing Ardian nod his head, Chayra finally stepped inside the car. Sitting side by side with her husband in Pak Akmal's car.

"We check the condition of your house for a moment, whether tomorrow it can be occupied or not."

Ardian and Chayra looked at each other, between believing and not hearing their Grandpa's words.

"It's only been a few days, Cake. Grandpa said yesterday the house took about a month to renovate."

"Grandpa has paid a lot for the people who work there. The house worked twenty-four hours without a break. It's not been a week yet?"

Ardian clasped his hand on his wife's hand so as not to chim in with Mr. Akmal's words.

If Amira asks for your home address, never give it to her." Said Mr. Akmal again.

"But why, Cake?"

"We don't know if he's sincerely apologetic or just a formality. Do not give your home address or phone number. Grandpa's men still follow him. Hopefully, Nak Husein managed to take him away from this place. Grandpa's really dizzy with making it."

Ardian and Chayra could only look at each other at Grandfather's word. But, Mr. Akmal's remarks have a point as well. The apology from Amira has not been proven.

"Ardian, what position did Papi give you in the Company?"

Ardian gasped at Pak Akmal's question. Why the question was suddenly moved to a job problem. "I became Mr. Randi's personal assistant, sir. General Manager of the Company."

Mr. Akmal smiled cynically. "Papi's message you don't want to tell me and ask me to ask you myself." There was a long breath from Mr. Akmal. "Yes, but good. Considering you have no work experience at all. Lucky Randi wants to accept you as her assistant."

"I'm an Assistant all willing to learn from Mr. Randi, Kek."

"If you're allowed to stop, you just file. You work for Grandpa at the company Zidane holds. Grandpa will make you the finance manager there."

For the umpteenth time Chayra and Ardian looked at each other in confusion. They shook each other slowly because they did not understand the purpose of Mr. Akmal's speech.

"Grandfather is in need of a reliable person in the field of accountants. You're a Business Accountant, right. Grandfather believes you can definitely carry out this task well. You can get permission first on your Papi. Tell me you want to get some work experience."

"Mm. later Ardian consider, Cake. Ardian's gonna call Grandpa if Ardian can decide."

"Good, Grandpa was happy to hear your answer. Dare to make your own decisions is better." Mr. Akmal took a deep breath. "If your late Father had received an inheritance from Grandfather, you would have worked in your own office by now, son." Mr. Akmal's mind glared away considering his late son who was very stubborn.

"Why did you refuse Grandpa's inheritance?" Chayra was finally curious to hear the words of Mr. Akmal.

"He always said he wanted to live on his own feet. The house that your Grandpa and Grandma are occupying right now, should belong to the late Ari. But. yeah, like Grandpa said." Mr. Asal rubbed his face rough.

"Certainly the large Shop in front of the Hospital was not an inheritance from Grandfather?" Ardian moved his body slightly to take a closer look.

"No.. That shop is my son's sweat. He really proved his point. In the past, he worked nearly eighteen hours a day to fulfill his dream. He's too tired to hear your grandmother's scorn."

Chayra just smiled grimacingly. He still remembers very well how Grandma disliked his mother. Even he still remembered when he threw the Grandma with a pencil.

Remembering the past makes them not aware that they have arrived at their destination. "Eh, nostalgia makes Grandpa not aware that he has arrived at your house." Mr. Akmal shrank the tears that melted at the end of his eyes. "Come, get off.."

"Waaaah... Oh, my God, Cake. His house why this big thing is happening." Chayra shut her mouth to see her new home. Ardian just groped. Actually he was also amazed, but his admiration he could still hide with his flat expression.

"Grandfather excessive, even though the one yesterday was also comfortable to occupy." Chayra hugged her Grandpa.

"Grandfather doesn't want to see Grandpa's granddaughter suffer. You should be happy, honey. That's why Grandpa was so angry when someone hurt you." Mr. Akmal rubbed Chayra's back. "Hopefully this house is comfortable as your shelter." Staring in admiration at the three-story house that stood majestically in front of him. Completely satisfied with the performance of his men.

"Sorry, Big Master. I was not aware of the Lord's arrival." A burly man approached Mr. Akmal in a hurry. Chayra frowned at the sight of the man. That person is the one he asked when his house began to be renovated.

"I just arrived. Just relax, Ojan. How is it, is it all done?"

Oh, it turns out his name is Mr. Ojan.. His muscles are creepy.where dare I guarded with him. Others feel constantly intimidated.. Inner Ardian while staring at Ojan.

"But the fence has not been painted all this, Ojan. How can my granddaughter soon occupy it if your work has not been run over gini." Mr. Akmal stared at the wall of the fence that was still untouched by paint.

"It's done, sir. But, they started from the back of the house first."

"How many painters?"

"Seven people, sir."

"If they can finish tonight, I'll give them a bonus for being able to work on time. His house should have been out this afternoon. But, you are short on time. How many days has it been?"

"It's been six days, sir."

"Oh, that means it's still one day."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, tomorrow morning we will come again. But remember, tomorrow morning we come here to occupy this house. No more looking at your work."

"Good, Sir."

"You guys still want to be here?"

Ardian and Chayra looked at each other. "We're coming home, Cake. We won't be able to rest if we stay here."

"Let's go home then."

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"Mas, get up. Will you go to the mosque?" Chayra shook her husband's body curled up on the prayer mat. This is their third heart occupying their new home. Chayra is still adjusting to the new atmosphere. Can't sleep because it's still foreign.

"What time did he sleep, why did he have to sleep on a prayer mat?" Chayra saw her husband busy in front of the computer last night. I don't know at what time the man was busy with work.

Ardian squirmed slowly. His fingertips touched the cold floor. "It's cold, honey."

"This is called the dawn test. Get up, don't be lazy.." Chayra pulled her husband's holster and saw Ardian wearing only boxer shorts.

"Astagfirullah, I believe this again." Chayra pinched her husband's calf while throwing the sarong into Ardian's face.

"Sickness, Chay. You often torture me now. Wrong bit must be angry everywhere." Ardian rubbed his feet.

"Wake up.." Chayra still showed an annoyed face.

"Yes, I'm awake, too, dear."

"Not going to the mosque, Mas. You pray at home."

"Well, did you tell me to go to the mosque, and now you've changed your mind?"

"Pipetat salat, Mas.." Chayra squeezed the nightgown she was wearing.

"Why are you, honey.." Anxious faces began to appear.

"I'll tell you about the morning prayer." Chayra still insisted.

"I can't pray quietly if you look tense like this."

Chayra took a deep breath and then exhaled violently. "I'm doing fine. You pray now.. I'm waiting here." Chayra walked slowly towards the sofa and sat her body slowly.

Ardian rubbed his face violently. Walk quickly to the bathroom to fetch water.

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