My Bow to the Destiny of Love
The ghibran

"They came with good intentions, son. Ghibran boy came here intending to make you his wife." Mr. Ismail rubbed Chayra's head. However, his gaze was fixed on the three people in front of him.

Chayra was immediately stunned. I don't know what Mr. Ismail was thinking so he could say those words so calmly.

"Wedding is a sacred thing, son. Need consideration and mental readiness." Marzuki Ghibran's father. "We were also surprised yesterday. Because coming home from here, usually Ghibran will immediately ask to be accompanied to the house of Omanya or his other family home. But, this time his request made us as parents instantly pangling."

Ghibran nudged his papi's arm." Papi, uhh, I'd be embarrassed."

"It's true, son?" Said Mr. Marzuki.

" Don't be too clear, sir." Connect Mr. Ismail with a smile.

They were all silent, staring at Chayra who had never raised her face since she was told the intention of Ghibran's parents' arrival.

"How are you feeling, son? Are you ready to sail the household ark with the Ghibran?" Mr. Ismail asked Chayra a question that would not lift his face at all.

The tears that had been flowing from the river had finally flowed as well. "Ayra's not ready, Abah."

The short answer that made Ghibran immediately bowed weakly.

"Why, Zahra?" Ask Ghibran. Only that word was able to get out of his already quivering lips.

"Sir Ghibran has promised not to invite Ayra to marry in the near future. But, now why else is the story?"

Ghibran turned his face to hear Chayra's reply. "That's not the reason you're supposed to make it, Zahra."

Chayra raised her face, venturing into Ghibran. "Well, can we talk to each other for a second ?" Chayra asked Ismail, but his gaze remained on Ghibran.

"Please, Son."

Chayra got up and walked out of the house. The ghibran got up, but his hand was held by Bu Laela.

"What's up, Mommy?"

"You should first discuss your plan with Ayra. Now solve your problems first. We can't make a unilateral decision, son. It's not just about you, it's about you."

Ghibran nodded. "Excuse the carelessness of the Ghibran, Mami. Then Ghibran's after him first."

Bu Laela nodded, releasing her son's hand. Ghibran immediately rushed after Chayra.

Chayra sat waiting for Ghibran at the edge of the fish pond. He grumbled in annoyance. Ghibran could have taken a unilateral decision without seeking his consent.

"Assalamualaikum, dear Zahra.."

Chayra turned her head, she found the smiling Ghibran staring at her. "Wa'alaikumsalam," he answered with a ketus.

"Darling, what's so bad?"

"Don't call me darling, brother. I'm not your wife."

"But you're my future wife, and you're my soul mate."

"I just need an explanation now. Your deadly seduction will not work in this kind of situation."

Ghibran chuckles. "I'm not trying to seduce you, honey. I really want to justify you because of God." His face turned serious.

"And I answered it."

"Give me a reasonable reason."

"I'm not old enough, brother. My college's only second semester and Ghibran knows my mom's not here."

"Mommy's problem, I'm gonna come home to ask her for her blessing. But, I can't accept your other excuses. No one's banning you from college even if you're married."

Chayra grunts. "Sir Ghibran is too selfish."

"What does your background say I'm selfish?"

"The decision was taken through deliberation, Brother."

"I already know that."

"Then why did Mr Ghibran make the decision without asking my consent?"

"Here I am asking you."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, O Allah, why is Brother Ghibran so annoying?"

Ghibran smiles. "Don't argue with me, honey, because you won't win."

"So much Brother Ghibran."

Ghibran smiled again. "So how?"

"What?"

"Gear me, Zahra."

"I don't want to, Brother Ghibran sucks. I don't want any sin, either, because Ghibran is not my husband."

"You know we have sin, we talk about sin, Zahra. That's why I want to instantly justify everything that's a curtain between us."

"But..."

"No word but again, I don't want to hear it."

"Then give me some time."

"How long?"

"I'll tell Ghibran later."

"Yes, Brother!" Chayra yells.

"Diminish your voice, dear. Don't bother anyone else."

"The Santri go to school, Brother."

The ghibran stared at Chayra who was sitting about a meter and a half away from where he was standing. His sight that blocked the mahogany tree did not make him uncomfortable.

"Zara.."

Chayra. "What, Brother?"

"Look at me, just for a second."

"For what?"

"To prove that you really love me."

"What kind of proof is that?"

"Just do it, honey."

"I don't want to, Brother!"

Ghibran snorted, but he laughed happily. "Your chatter is what makes me even more unable to delay anymore to justify you."

"What the hell, Brother."

"Say, if you're willing to be my wife."

"I told you, give me some time."

The ghibran took a deep breath. "Come, we're back, we've been talking here together too long."

Chayra got up, he rubbed the back of his dress shirt, cleaning the dry grass that was attached to the bottom of his dress. "Come, Brother." He said as he walked past Ghibran who was still standing watching him.

"Wait!"

Chayra. "What else, brother?"

"I love you."

Chayra looked at Ghibran with a smile, then walked back. "I love you too, Brother." Chayra turned around, walking rather quickly leaving Ghibran. His face reddened, a sign of happiness created from his brief chat with Ghibran Abdullah.

"Yes..! I got your love gaze, Zahra. Hah, this is what is called being happy because of falling in love, O God!" Said shouting. His happiness was witnessed by the fish that passed by in the pond.

Chayra commented smilingly at the screams of the Ghibran as she continued walking.

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That morning, Chayra walked leisurely with Tania by the fish pond as usual. She tells Tania that she will be going home in a few days.

"Ayra, I really want to come to your house. Saras would have come, too." Tania is happy.

"Relatedly? Ugly house. The air's not cold either, it's not like here."

"I'll stay if you'll let me. Actually you want to go home, why?" Tania asked out of curiosity.

"Mother's miss, sister's miss, house miss, and I miss my friends at home."

Tania. "When are you coming home?"

"If it's not good, God willing, next week."

"Later on, I asked Saras, hopefully he'll come along."

Chayra nodded. "You take care of the permit from the Pesantren first."

"Have you forgotten, Ayra? I'm not a santri anymore, but I'm Santri's babysitter. So even if you don't ask permission, it won't be a problem."

"But how would you feel if you left Pesantren without permission."

"Yes too. I'll take care of it."

"Why didn't Saras come here?" Chayra asked, shifting the subject.

"He had a stomachache. At best, he's still hanging out in front of the toilet." Answer Tania casually.

Chayra widened her eyes in disbelief. "Well, still good? is that right, Nia?"

"Yes, really."

"It can't be delayed if it's out."

"That doesn't happen in this place. Yes, because of that."

"That's what?"

"Sickness does not hurt still. Want to get out soon, stay cool."

"So cruel is life in your dorm?"

"That's the rule, right? The former comes first, the latter digs behind."

Chayra just kept silent to Tania's words. They continued their steps around the fish pond. Enjoy the morning atmosphere in the same place every morning. Chayra smiled as she passed by the place where she and Ghibran were chatting yesterday.

Tania just frowned, not understanding looking at Chayra who was smiling herself. However, he kept his feet up, following the happy girl beside him.

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