My Bow to the Destiny of Love
The Answer to Ghibran

Agra, Zahra..

Are you going to the Assembly of Ta'lim in the morning?

"Alhamdulillah." said Ghibran lirih. The message was sent to Chayra's contact.

It had been three days after his meeting with Chayra at the Assembly of Ta'lim. The girl never appeared in front of the Ghibran again. He was never even present before dawn in the Ta'lim Assembly. Let alone to participate in the study before dawn, for congregational prayer in the mosque only he refused to attend.

Chayra is not ready to just see let alone meet with Ghibran. He had already established the heart of accepting the call of the ta'aruf from the Ghibran. However, for some reason his heart still hesitated.

There is an incoming message notification on the phone. He grabbed the flat object and rubbed the screen.

"Eleven o'clock passing. Why did Ghibran send a message this late ?" Slowly flowed. He replied to the message with just the word 'no', then he put back his phone. Sitting pensively again with mixed feelings.

Just about to move, Chayra was surprised by the sound of a ringing call coming in on his phone. He knitted his eyebrows when he saw Ghibran's name plastered on his phone screen.

Chayra grabbed her phone back and took the call.

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Va'alaikumsalam, Zahra. Why have you never been to the Assembly of Ta'lim? Don't you know that I miss you so much. That longing will be healed just by looking at your smile." The ghibran immediately scatters Chayra with the words he holds back as long as he does not meet the girl.

"Why did Brother Ghibran send a message and call me this late?"

The answer Ghibran did not expect. He looked down disappointed.

"I miss you, Zahra." Only that word escaped his lips.

"Sister should rest. Tomorrow, you have to guide in class. Don't waste your break just calling me."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, why do you say that, Zahra? I can't sleep because I keep thinking about you. Don't you miss me? Am I bothering you?"

There was no response from Chayra. They just kept waiting for each other.

It is undeniable that Chayra also misses Ghibran very much. A flowery feeling he felt after the man expressed love for him. But, as Ismail said. Chayra is a strong girl. He had promised himself not to get in touch with the Ghibran until he gave an answer to the man.

But Ghibran contacted him, impatient to ask Chayra for an explanation. What made the girl never attend her tutoring class. Even Saras and Tania shrugged their shoulders when Ghibran asked.

"Why are you quiet, Zahra? Sorry, if I interrupt your break."

Sentak Ghibran's.

"B. It's not so, brother. I'll call Ghibran tomorrow. Brother rest now. Poor Big Brother's body, he also needs rest."

"You care about my body, but you don't care about my feelings, Zahra."

"It's not so, brother. I told you, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Why are you so stubborn, Zahra."

"One of Ghibran's own sisters who put their hearts on a stubborn girl like me."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, you are so adorable. But when faced you don't even dare to lift your head. If you're in front of me, I can't help but pinch you."

"Well! Why try to say that." Chayra was wrong.

Ghibran chuckles. "Then I close the phone. Ariston, Sa.. Darling.."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." Chayra hugged her phone after Ghibran severed her connection. He was very happy to hear the closing remarks of the Ghibran. His face was red. He smiled as he imagined the handsome face of Ghibran.

"I really miss you too, brother. I'm sorry I was too selfish." Slowly flowed.

A notification of incoming messages. Chayra immediately saw the screen of the phone he still held from earlier.

Don't call me tomorrow. Let me come to see you at Abah's house.

Ghibran

Chayra widened her eyes reading the message. He immediately typed the answer for Ghibran.

No, Brother! I don't want Brother coming here.

As if ignoring Chayra's reply, Ghibran again sent a message.

My intentions and my decisions are complete. Can't be bothered.

Chayra's face blushed red reading the message. He threw his body on the bed. Roll around and wrap his body in a blanket. "Let's.. Brother Ghibran..!" Yelling but in a low voice, hugged her phone back." You're a bummer, but you're a ngangenin' too." Chayra smiled to herself. "Sir Ghibran, I love you. It's as beautiful as this to be in love."

Chayra fixed her sleeping position. He recited the do'a and closed his eyes accompanied by a smile that could not fade from his thin lips. Anyone who saw it would know, how happy Chayra Azzahra is right now.

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Chayra woke up with a face that radiated happiness. After performing her morning ritual, she ran around the fish pond in front of Santri Dormitory. The atmosphere was still quiet, only a few Santri who did not comply with the rules were already in the dormitory. Because this early, the Santri are still in the Assembly of Ta'lim.

Two men walking leisurely who seemed to be heading towards Ismail's house caught Chayra's attention. He squinted his eyes to recognize the two men. Unrewarding. Because the morning was still dark.

Chayra turned around and ran back to the house. He immediately closed the door and went inside his room. His feelings were alarmed, because he thought the man he saw was a Ghibran and the other one, I don't know, maybe Rudi or other Ghibran friends.

"Assalamualaikum, Abah.." The sound of two people in front of the door made Chayra instantly flinch.

The deg!

Chayra knew that voice. Not just one but both. He's sitting weak. "Wa'alaikumsalam," answered the greeting while cupping his face on his study table.

Faintly, Chayra listened to Mr. Ismail's conversation with the two men. Reluctant to lift the face. Stay in the starting position.

"Ayra, come out for a second, son!"

Chayra had to raise her face. There was no way he would ignore the call from his brother. He poked his head at the door." Yeah, Abah, what's up?" Pretend to ask when you already know.

"Here's a minute, son. Someone wants Abah to ask you."

Chayra grumbled in annoyance. He turned around to look at his reflection in front of the mirror. "Why did Ghibran really come. Kirain was just kidding." Sighing heavily. Get out, then close the door to her room. He walked slowly towards the living room. Pretending to be surprised to be mistaken really do not know the presence of Ghibran and Rudi.

"Assalaminalladyk, Ustadz.." Cupped his hands in front of his chest.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.."

"Here, son." Mr. Ismail patted the sofa next to him.

"Sit down with Ummi, son." The new Timpal Bu Ainun appeared with a tray containing drinks and snacks.

"Sorry to trouble Ummi this early." Stale base Ghibran.

"It's okay, son. If it wasn't for Abah's request, you wouldn't be visiting right now." Mrs Ainun glanced at Mr. Ismail. Which glimpsed no matter and shifted his eyes.

"What's up, Ummi?" Chayra whispered in Bu Ainun's ear.

"Patience, Son. You will soon know."

"Hmmm.. Ayra, Abah believes you already know what Nak Ghibran's arrival means."

Chayra lowered her head. "It seems, Ayra doesn't know yet, Abah. Ayra won't guess."

The ghibran was silent but his gaze was straight on the girl who was looking down in front of him.

"Sir Ghibran said he was waiting for an answer to his ta'aruf's invitation."

Chayra just nodded.

"Are you ready to answer now?"

Chayra raised her head and glanced at the Ghibran. Whereas Rudi only became a loyal listener of serious talk of the people in front of him. Rudi also looks amazed at Chayra. Because, this was the first time Rudi had a long face to face with the girl.

Mrs Ainun stroked Chayra's head. "Stay heart and mind, son. Do not let the decision you take now become regret in the future. Because of religious advice, the distance between ta'aruf, khitbah and akad is not too far."

Chayra nodded at Umminya's advice. "God willing, Ayra is ready, Ummi."

"Drink first let the tension diminish." Joked Mr. Ismail for seeing the tense Ghibran. "Just relax, Ghibran boy. Kok, his face's like it's buckled up. Now Ayra refuses. That means, there is something God has provided that is better than Abah's daughter for Nak Ghibran."

"Casual, Ghi.." Said Rudi while patting Ghibran on the shoulder.

"What the hell, Rud. I'm fine."

"Your face is already level ten."

"Don't joke, ah!"

Rudi just chuckled and refocused on being a loyal listener.

"Have you given each other the cv ta'aruf?"

"We don't need that, Abah." Ghibran answered quickly.

"What then? That CV is necessary, son. So you guys get to know each other better."

"Not using cv is okay, Abah." Chayra replied timidly.

Mr. Ismail mangosteen. "Then please Ayra, give your answer to Nak Ghibran now."

Rudi brought his mouth closer to Ghibran's ear." Ghi, take care of your heart, don't explode."

The ghibran is silent. Suppose there were no people, surely Ghibran had taken his sandals to throw Rudi.

Rudi giggles at the helplessness of a Ghibran.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, I Chayra Azzahra received a request from Kak Ghibran to do ta'aruf. May God accept this decision I have made." His voice was a bit shaky but very clear.

The ghibran who had heard Chayra's reply clearly immediately fell prostrate. "Alhamdulilbaobbil'alamiin.." He said while getting back up. "Thank you, Zahra.."

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