My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Ummi Request

"Turn off the phone, brother. It's eleven o'clock. Tomorrow we go to the Assembly of Ta'lim. I don't want to get up late. Shame on Abah and Ummi." Chayra still persuades Ghibran, who still insists on not turning off the phone.

"Still miss you, Dek. If you are sleepy, just sleep. But, don't turn off the phone. I'll accompany you to sleep."

"Sir Ghibran wants to hear the sound of my snoring?"

"I don't intend to, Deck. I just want to accompany you to sleep."

"What a fact you are, brother. We are in a different dimension."

"Hahaha.. different how do you mean, Dek? We are not dimensional. But we are in a different place."

"Yes, whatever it is called. What matters is that we're not together."

"You're good at kink, too.."

"Sir Ghibran just found out.."

"I think so, that's it."

"Well, what are we talking about, brother. How does it feel there's nothing useful we've talked about before."

"We're upset, right."

Chayra yawns. But, no. hoaamm.."

"Well, is that so sleepy, huh..?"

"It seems like it, brother."

"Yes, that's it. Before I close, I want to say something to you."

"What would Ghibran say?"

"I'm gonna take you out tonight."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, I don't want to, Brother."

"We're not going out together, honey. I know my limits too. My mom asked me to take you to dinner. Mommy and Papi will be with us."

Chayra was silent for quite a while before giving an answer to Ghibran.

"Kok quiet?"

"I. I must ask permission first with Abah and Ummi. And.."

"What, Deck?"

"I'd like to ask Mom's permission, too, sister. Even though Mom's not here with me. I still have to ask her for permission."

Ghibran breathed a heavy sigh. "Mami and Papi will ask Abah and Ummi for permission. But, if it's Mom, you ask permission sen. Well, the place is far away. Mami and Papi had to come to your house just to ask for dinner?"

Chayra chuckled at Ghibran's words. "Yes, yes, Brother. Tomorrow morning before going to college, I'll call you first."

"Yes, honey."

"Sir Ghibran don't say baby, ah."

The turn of the Ghibran. "Why try?"

"I was a little creepy hearing that call. But..."

"But what else?"

"Maybe if we are halal, it will be different "

"Huh, if it is halal, the story is different. I'm not just saying dear, but I'm going to be affectionate every day with you."

"Hoaamm, it's ah, brother. It's getting longer."

"Hehehe. I'll close first. Assalamualaikum, dear. Ana uhibbuka please."

"Wa. wa'alaikumsalam, Sister." Chayra took a deep breath. For some reason, his chest always thumped when he heard the closing sentence that Ghibran always said at the end of their conversation.

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"Are you sure, son, you want to go with the Ghibran tonight?" Ms. Ainun looked at her niece who was busy combing her long hair.

"We have agreed to go with Abah too, Ummi. Anyway, why won't Ummi come?"

"No, Son. Ummi's having business with your mother. Mm... did you come home the day after tomorrow?"

Chayra turned to look at Umminya. "God willing, Ummi."

"I'm sorry Ummi couldn't go home with you, son. Ummi has to make preparations for your application."

"It's okay, Ummi. Ayra just asked Ummi and Abah to take Ayra to the airport."

"We're sure it's okay to go home alone, son? Don't you feel afraid of airplanes anymore?"

Chayra smiled blandly. "God willing, Ayra is fine, Ummi. Ayra was sure, God must have protected Ayra."

"I'm sorry Ummi, son." Mrs Ainun walked over and hugged her niece.

"Yes.j Ummi. Can Ayra ask for help from Ummi?"

"Seek help for what, son?"

"Mh.. Ayra misses the Father, Ummi. Ayra wants to go to Father's grave tomorrow."

"Oh, Ayra wants, Ummi accompanies Ayra to Father's Tomb. That mean?"

Chayra who was still stuck in Bu Ainun's arms, looked up. "Yes, Ummi." Seraya nodded. Staring at Bu Ainun with a spoiled look.

"I mean Ummi?"

"Take Ghibran, Son. All ask permission from your Father, if soon you want to marry a man who God willing, can guide you to the path that God desires." Stroking the head of the Chayra that is not covered in hijab.

Chayra raised her face to look at Umminya. "Mm. but, what does Ayra have to say, Ummi?"

"Say, accompany me to Father's Tomb. That's it, time of shame, son?"

"I think so, Ummi." Chayra smiled grimacingly.

"Get used to talking to her from now on, son. He will soon be your husband. He will be your priest. She's gonna be where you lean, son."

"Still ashamed, Ummi."

"Listen to Ummi, son." Ms. Ainun cupped Chayra's face to face her. "In that household. Husband and wife should be open to each other, son. Every problem should be solved equally. We have to be open to each other. No matter how big the problem is, if it is solved deliberation. God willing, we will find a good solution."

"Ommy... Ayra is not married."

"But you're getting married soon, honey."

"Kok I deg-degan ya, Ummi. Though, the proposal has not."

"Yes, that's how it feels, son. Ummi just used to feel like you feel."

Chayra just smiled grimacingly at Bu Ainun.

"You call Ghibran now."

Chayra knitted her brows in wonder. "For what, Ummi?"

"And you want to take him to your Father's Tomb, son."

"Later on, Ummi."

"Ummi will ask him to accompany you. Ummi was sure, you would definitely not take her "

Chayra smiled again grimacingly.

"No, what Ummi said. Ummi told you, son. Don't be ashamed anymore. He will be your priest. Here, where's your phone."

Chayra handed the phone to Ms. Ainun. He frowned in surprise at the contact of Ghibran on his nephew's cell phone. "Lho, how to keep the name of the future husband there are no specials, son?" Ms. Ainun showed me the Chayra phone screen. "The time you kept his name with Ustadz Ghibran alone."

"What's the matter, Ummi?"

"Save his name with the future husband cake, the candidate priest cake. Huh, you are this. Don't read it like this." Ms. Ainun pressed the green icon.

Direct call is connected to the first ring.

"Assalamualaikum, Wife Candidate.."

Ms. Ainun held back a smile hearing Ghibran's words. Chayra closed her face with her palm in embarrassment. Mrs Ainun deliberately loudspeaker the call, so that Chayra can also hear the conversation later.

"Lho, how quiet? You are never late to answer my greetings."

"Yhmmm...! Ummi's throat is in trouble, son. So Ummi did not answer your greetings directly."

Ghibran swallowed his saliva. She did not expect that Ms. Ainun had contacted her.

"Who, how are you silent now?" Said Ms. Ainun while holding back a smile.

"Mm. m. pardon Ghibran, Ummi. Ghibran thought, Zahra called Ghibran earlier."

"Oh, it's okay, son. Ummi wants to say something to you."

Ghibran again swallowed his saliva. His heart beats faster.

"You're still there, aren't you, Ghibran?"

"I. yes, Ummi. Please, Ummi, what to say. Ghibran is ready to listen."

"Mh.. Ummi just wanted to ask you for help. Ayra is going to the grave of her late father tomorrow morning. Ummi wants to, you accompany him, son."

"That's it, Ummi. J.. What time is it, Ummi?"

"Finished Dhuha prayers at the Mosque. You have no time?"

"God willing, Ummi."

"Later Abah will accompany you. Ummi there's a rush that can't be delayed."

"I. yes, Ummi."

"Yes, kid. Ummi closed yes.. Assa...."

"Eh, wait a minute, Ummi."

"What's up, son?"

"Mh.. Zahra where?"

"Here, he's sitting in front of Ummi."

"Titip greetings and miss him."

"He has listened to your words. Ummi closed yes. Assalamualaikum,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ummi."

Ghibran bit off his fingertips after Mrs Ainun switched off her phone. The shame from his words was still lingering spoiled in his heart. He felt his chest. Feeling his heartbeat that is still not normal. Throwing his body on the bed while rubbing his face violently.

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