My Bow to the Destiny of Love
The first dinner

Chayra looked at her reflection in front of the mirror. After being sure there was nothing less than her appearance, she smiled. Nothing looks too much from his appearance. He went to the living room. Where Ghibran was waiting for him with Mr. Ismail there.

The ghibran stared at him. His eyes did not blink. It certainly can not be separated from the supervision of Mr. Ismail.

"Istighfar, Son. If you can't control your view. Abah seems to be resigning. Not attending dinner's invitation."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, Pardon Ghibran Abah. God willing, Ghibran will try to keep himself going." The ghibran immediately bowed.

Mr. Ismail shook his head slowly. "Abah's feelings, we've never been this crazy about women before. When you look at women, your face looks like plates. Kok, like Abah's daughter, you're like a man who can't control yourself."

Ghibran just smiled grimacingly, rubbing his nape. "Pardon Ghibran, Abah."

"Don't extend it, Abah. You better leave now. It's eight o'clock." Mrs Ainun tried to mediate.

Ghibran tried to raise his face slightly. Intended to see Mr. Ismail's expression. But the person who intended to see his expression, instead was focusing on staring at the phone screen.

"Come," said Mr. Ismali after a few minutes.

"Be careful on the road. Abah should remember, don't take Ayra home too late. Tomorrow he'll travel far."

"Yes, dear Ummi. God willing, before eleven o'clock we're back." Mr. Ismail kissed his wife's forehead briefly before actually leaving.

Chayra kissed Mrs Ainun's hand after Mr. Ismail was done with the farewell ritual with his wife.

No meaningful conversations throughout the journey. There were only a few conversations between Ghibran and Mr. Ismail. Chayra remained in the passenger seat.

Chayra got out first after the car stopped. Look around the place he came. This place was the first time he came. The restaurant looked very foreign in his eyes. Mr. Ismail and Ms. Ainun often took her out for dinner. But, not once did they ever bring him to this place.

He looked back. Staring at Mr. Ismail with question marks.

"What's up, Ayra? Why look at Abah like that?" Mr. Ismail stopped his steps. The ghibran looked at the confused Chayra.

"This place looks foreign in Ayra's eyes. Have we never been here before?"

The ghibran smiled at Chayra's question. "I will not take you to a place you used to go. Before you plan to bring it yesterday. Abah and I discussed the place first."

"Kok, I'm not being told?"

"Yes.no special dong name if you are told first."

"The matter of this place, you will argue again. We have to go in now because Papi and Mami you've been waiting inside." Mr. Ismail immediately ended the debate in front of him. Pull the hand of the Ghibran, to walk in front of them.

"Ayra, don't walk side by side with the Ghibran. You're here, side by side with Abah."

Chayra grimaced with a grimace, walking backwards to align her body with Mr. Ismail.

The atmosphere of dinner is full of joy. At first, Chayra felt stiff from seeing members of the Ghibran family present. Not just Papi and Mama. However, his two younger siblings, Om, Auntie, and Grandpa Grandma also participated.

However, because they are all friendly and very kind to Chayra and also Mr. Ismail. That stiff feeling slowly turned into warmth.

Returning from dinner, Chayra collapsed on the bed. Time has shown eleven o'clock past thirty minutes. Mr. Ismail only repeatedly apologized to Ms. Ainun for bringing Aura home late.

"Why is this late, Abah?"

"We forgot the time, Ummi. The Ghibran family is full of warmth. They made us comfortable joining them."

"How about Ayra's return tomorrow?"

"Yes.how else. He's going home. Tickets have been booked."

"Ummi will come to Santi's house then."

"Lho, will Ummi take care of the preparation of the application here."

"Ummi told Santi everything. And he doesn't want his proposal here. Anyway, Santi wants his trial done at his house."

"Then we postpone Ayra's departure."

"This is Abah who takes care of it. Ummi's dizzy, take a break." Mrs Ainun kneaded her temple. Passed from in front of Mr. Ismail.

"It's tired too, Ummi. Need rest and warm embrace Ummi." Following Bu Ainun's steps into the room.

"Not keeping promises, still not shy to ask for a hug with Ummi?" Bu Ainun shook his head in annoyance. "Tuh, Abah hugged the pillow roll." Throwing a pillow at her husband.

"If it's like this, we'll have a holiday." Mr. Ismail is self-doubting. Place a pillow on the side of the bed and then move to the bathroom.

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Chayra said it after the plane landed. His lips covered the smile as his eyes looked around in admiration. Two years ago he was in this place. But this time the view looks different. Everything looks new because it was renovated.

"You want to book a taxi online, son?" Bu Ainun patted the shoulder of Chayra who was still gasping at the place around her.

"Eh, sorry, Ummi. Ayra was too happy to see this place again. Ummi said what was that?"

"Order the car online, son. You keep looking around."

"Hehehe.." Chayra scratched her head. "Yesterday, Mom said she was the one who wanted to pick you up at the airport."

"Have you contacted him again?"

"Yet, Ummi."

Just finished the sentence. Chayra's lips expanded perfectly when she saw her mother and sister waving at her. "That's Mom and Bian, Ummi." Chayra ran over to her mother.

Mrs Ainun pulled her daughter Amrina's hand to follow Chayra. Closer to Santi, his sister-in-law.

The crying of the meeting lasted about half an hour. Chayra refused to let go of her mother's embrace. Bian also joined his brother.

Ms. Ainun just wiped the back of her sister-in-law.

"We're home, son. Poor Aunt you're tired. You must be tired too, right?" Ms. Santi smiled as she rubbed her daughter's head.

"Yes, Mom. But, Ayra misses Mom." Chayra turned to look at her sister. "Bian is the same as." Chayra pinched his sister's cheek.

"Son, don't start playing with Bian. Brother don't see Bian's body now. That's big..." Bian measured his body which was almost as tall as Chayra's.

"Get started, you're this, Dek. Just met with my brother." Chayra ruffled her sister's hair. "But, you're so upset."

"Already, kids. We're going home now. Where, Ma'am, the suitcase let Santi take it."

Ms. Ainun handed her luggage to Ms. Santi. They walked to the car.

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That night, Ms. Santi invited Ms. Ainun and Chayra to gather in the Family Room. Bian was told to ask Amrina to play at Mrs Sulis' house.

"Why did Ayra suddenly want to get married, Mom? What does the man who will be the son-in-law look like?" Miss Santi opened the conversation that had been a burden on her mind since last night.

"If according to Mbak, God willing, the Ghibran is the man in charge, Dek. He's a Lecturer. They are independent and have their own home. But, most of his time was spent in Pesantren. Do you remember Mr Marzuki?"

"Sir Marzuki, which one does Ma'am mean?"

"Pak Marzuki IPS Master of Economics. Remember not?"

"Pak Marzuki IPS Master of Economics.." Santi tried to remember. Not long after, his eyes looked bright. "Oh, yes, Ma'am, Santi remember now. Mr. Marzuki whose eyes are narrow and look like that Korean artist, right?"

"Mmm. if the handsome Master's turn can not even be forgotten. In fact, it says it looks like any Korean artist anymore. Which is more handsome, the late Arianto or Mr Marzuki?"

"Yes, it's better looking than my husband, Ma'am. We go back to the initial topic. Don't talk about things that don't need to be discussed. What's wrong with Mr Marzuki?"

"He's your candidate."

Santi was stunned to hear Ainun's words. "You mean Ma'am, Mr Marzuki's Ghibran's father?"

Bu Ainun nodded steadily. "That's fine. When he taught us, he was young. Well, now he you say looks like a Korean artist already has a son named Ghibran Abdullah. And even better, soon his son who is not less handsome with his father will be your daughter-in-law."

"God willing, the world is so narrow?"

"Who said the world is narrow? We're from Pesantren here on a plane."

Miss Santi poked her lips. "I don't mean that either, Ma'am."

"Std... Brother Ghibran called." Chayra stopped the debate of the two women in front of her. The two women immediately focused on Chayra.

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