My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Chayra Azzahra vs Ghibran Abdullah

After establishing the morning prayer, Chayra opened her bedroom window wide. A cold morning breeze fell on the girl's face.

He had long missed this mood. He watched the phone screen. The last message from her future husband is still plastered on the phone screen.

Don't forget tahajud, dear. I Miss you..

Chayra developed her smile. I don't know why he suddenly thought of Ghibran. The man really paid more attention to her. Never forget to remind him to worship on time. One week later, Ghibran will come to his house to propose to him.

Didn't expect this soon she'd be someone's wife. In fact, just yesterday he was still happy to play to the Square.

"Eh,"

Remembering the Square, Chayra immediately remembered his three friends who had not had time to give news of his return until now.

Chayra pondered for a moment. Still thinking, who would he call first.

"Alesha only," he said softly. Send a short message first. Fear of making a call would interfere.

Alasalamaikum, Lesha. Where are you now. Not busy, right? I miss you guys.

"Hopefully Alesha answered him immediately." Chayra put her phone on the table. Opening the face and replacing it with a rectangular headscarf. I plan to go to the back garden of his house. Very long for the various vegetables planted in the garden.

"Oh my God, how I feel so happy to be in the garden again."

Chayra turned around, undoing her intention to step out as her phone rang out loud.

"Fuuiih. must be Alesha." View the phone screen. "Oh, brother Ghibran." Chayra knitted her brows in wonder. What's up until Ghibran calls him this early. Answer the call with a slow throbbing.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Deck. What again?"

"Mm. This, brother. Ayra's going to the garden behind the house."

"Lho, it's still dark. When you go to the garden. Wait for the sun to rise."

"Mm. I used to be happy to go to the garden after dawn prayers, brother. Why did Brother Ghibran call me at this hour? Brother not to the Assembly Ta'lim?"

"I'm home, honey. We're gonna need to get ready for next Sunday's event."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, I forgot, Brother."

"Again what?"

"I told you that."

"Huh, you're this, Dek.."

"What, Brother?"

"When the cake is back."

Chayra smile. "What a hell yeah, asked me what's my big brother?"

"Yes, let's be fair."

"Astagfirullahal.. Brother Ghibran this." Chayra took a breath. "Well, if that's what Ghibran wants. Ayra will ask, Brother Ghibran what else?"

Ghibran smiles himself. "Again looking up at the sky, marveling at the stars of God's creation that twinkled beautifully. Not much beautiful with the light of the pious woman who always shines in the darkness of my heart."

"Mmm.. What does that mean?"

"Are you insensitive, Dek?"

"Very insensitive?"

"I'm thinking of the woman who always fills my heart. That woman's name I forgot it's like."

"If you don't know his name, it means you're lying if you're thinking about him. It's ah, Brother. I want to help Ummi in the kitchen."

"Lho, he said he was going to the garden."

"Yes, this is why I'm leaving."

"Just talk."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, I'm not focusing later, brother."

Ghibran was silent, confused about what else to say.

"I'm turning it off, brother.."

"Eh, uh, don't just. Still want to hear your voice first, Dek. Don't you pity what I am? I can't see you, can't get near you, still have the heart to forbid me to hear your voice?"

Chayra breathed a heavy sigh. If he thought about it getting here, Ghibran was getting spoiled for him. "Nobody forbids you, brother. But, supposedly as a good candidate for imam, Ghibran must know which time can be used for casual conversation, and which time should be used for activities."

"Mm. angry yes. same childish attitude I. I'm the one, honey. If you feel you have it, you don't want to go far. Want it near. Want to always know your news. Don't want to lose contact for a minute."

"Huh, but the problem is that now we are not halal, Ghibran Abdullah."

"Hehehe.." Ghibran scratched his head. "Swinks, Honey. Ii'm sorry. Actually, this is the last day I can call you. Mami said, before the proposal we should fast to contact each other. So, the next week I can't call you."

Chayra was shocked to hear Ghibran's words. "Kok, the rules sound weird, brother?"

"You're surprised, aren't you, hearing that?"

"That's the rule where it came from?"

"From Mami's home region. If Papi is here, near Pesantren."

"There's just this culture." Chayra smiled to herself.

"That's why I don't want to end this call."

Mobile Chayra vibrating. Incoming call from Alesha. "Sir Ghibran wait a minute, I want to talk to my friend." Directly connect the call.

"Hmmm.." The Ghibran is waiting for Chayra to finish talking to Alesha.

"Va'alaikumsalam, Ayra. Tumben sent a message this early. Are you not busy?"

"No, I'm lazy to learn and lazy to do anything."

"I'm so excited, you know."

"I'm home, Lesha. I miss you guys."

"Wait, wait. When to go home. Suddenly, at home? Lying is it?"

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, don't you believe that I'm home?"

"Not believing at all. He likes to make me. Where you've gone home without telling me first."

"Oh my God, Lesha still doesn't believe it. Video call yes, let you believe." Chayra almost turned off the phone. "Ups," Chayra forgot that she was also making a call with Ghibran.

"Come, if you're really home." Alesha immediately replied when there was no sound of Chayra.

"Wait a minute, Lesha. I connected the call with someone."

"Who connected it with whom? How do you play so much anyway?"

Chayra ignored Alesha's words. He spoke to Ghibran. "Mh.. Brother Ghibran, I'll turn it off for a second. I'll call you later."

"As far as you are, Deck."

"Wait, wait, wait. Whose guy is this, Ayra? I need an explanation." Alesha immediately replied.

"Let me explain. You're gonna need proof that I'm really home."

"No, no. Now I need an explanation, who's the guy we're talking to."

"I'll explain it later. Ghibran is busy now. He has to go to college. If you're curious, you're coming home now."

"Lho's really home, right?"

"Yes, Alesha Sweetheart. The hell I lied."

"Okay, then. I'm going to go home now."

"Take Tina and Amira too. I haven't called them either."

"Wokay.You are waiting for our arrival. Prepare a lot of snacks as a conversation partner."

"Mmmm..."

"Assalamualaikum, Ustadzah."

"It doesn't suit me as a Ustadzah. Wa'alaikumshalam.."

Tut's..Tut's.. Tut's..

Alesha turned off the phone.

"Have you finished talking, Dek?"

"Eh, yes. I'm sorry that Ayra's friend made Ghibran uncomfortable."

"It's okay, Deck." Ghibran lowered the volume of his voice. Sounds like a disappointed person.

Chayra. There's a sense of guilt about dialing that call. "K.. Brother Ghibran is angry, is it Ayra?"

"No, why should I be angry?"

"But, the voice of Ghibran's brother is like that of a disillusioned man."

"No, Honey. Not good either, if you ignore your friend's call. I'm doing fine. Don't think about it. I. I just..."

"What's all, brother?"

"Huh, I'm just afraid that you're too busy with your friends and forget about me."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, Ayra is not like that, Brother."

Chayra put down her phone when she saw her mother coming.

Santi Bu smiled at the panicked expression of his daughter. "Talk to who, son, this early?" Sitting next to Chayra. He took the phone that his daughter had put.

Chayra smiled grimacingly. "Don't look at Dong, ma'am. Ayra is embarrassed." Trying to get the phone out of his mother's hand.

"Why should I be ashamed of my own mother, son?" Looking at the Chayra mobile screen. "Lho, this is it, Nak Ghibran called. Ayra should have told me the same story. I'd also like to know your future daughter-in-law." Miss Santi brought the phone to her ear. "Assalamualaikum, son." Soft sweep.

"Eh, Wa'alaikumsalam, ma'am." Ghibran sounded a little nervous. However, he hurriedly covered his nervousness. "God, it turns out that my future-in-law sounds very meek."

"Aamiin, Son. Ghibran how are you?"

"Thank God, be healthy, ma'am."

"Mom is still curious. Listen to the Ghibran version of the story. How does it tell to know your daughter. Keep wanting to do the application in the near future. Ma'am Ainun, I told you the same story. But, I still want to hear the story from the Ghibran as well."

Ghibran gulped his saliva at the request of his in-laws. "Ghibran.. Ghibran loves Zahra, ma'am."

Chayra could only look down on the conversation of her mother and future husband.

"Why can love? What made Ghibran fall in love with a Chayra Azzahra?" Santi asked a question again.

"Chayra Azzahra is a very different person from most women Ghibran knows, Mom. He always keeps his attitude when dealing with the opposite sex. And. which made Ghibran even more amazed at him, Zahra was very fond of being privileged." Ghibran smiled ending his sentence.

"What else makes you fall in love, son?"

"Not knowing, Mom. The point is, Ghibran wants to justify it immediately. Ghibran was afraid, if delayed, Zahra moved to another heart."

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