My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Poor chayra

Time has shown at nine in the morning. Chayra's eyeballs are moving. Her lips grimaced with the pain all over her body. "Oh my God, I'm sick, God." Tears flowed from the corner of her eyes that were still closed.

Bu Ainun who was holding his hand immediately raised his head to hear Chayra mutter. Wiping away the tears, he brought his face closer to Chayra.

"Allahu Akbar, Ayra.. Have you realized, son?" Gently rubbed Chayra's forehead, kissing her gently a few times.

"Mother.please Ayra.. Madam.." Suddenly Chayra's cry broke. The sound of heart-wrenching pain. "I beg you not to do that to me. Forgive me. forgive me. huuu... huuu.." his hands and feet revolted everywhere.

Ms. Ainun closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, son.." Back kiss Chayra's forehead.

"Don't kiss me! I'm not a cheap woman you can touch as you please. I have my pride! Let go of me.." Chayra is hysterical. His leg successfully kicked Bu Ainun's chest.

"Ayra dear, this is Ummi, son. Open your eyes, son. Ummi's here, honey.." Ms. Ainun could no longer hold back her tears. "It's Ummi, son.." Mrs Ainun walked backwards. Running out while covering his mouth, holding back the sobs that were getting worse. Approaching the room Zidane occupied in the house.

"Zidane, Zidane, have you finished praying, son? Your sister is conscious. Zidane, Ayra is conscious, son. Zidane, come out, son. Your sister is conscious." Knock on the door hard.

The door to the room opened from the inside. Zidane was busy calling. "Yes, Ghi. I'll call you back later. Assalamualaikum.." Zidane stuffed his phone into Koko's pocket. "Ayra is conscious, Ummi?"

"Yes, Son.."

Zidane closed the door of his original room and rushed towards Chayra's room.

Zidane was stunned when he found Chayra who was biting his fingertips. One hand hugged his knee. Her eyes were swollen from crying for too long. His lips and other limbs seemed to tremble like a frightened person.

"Dec, how are you?" Zidane walked closer with great caution.

Chayra just glanced at him without a word coming out of her mouth.

Zidane turned to look at Bu Ainun who was still standing in front of the door with tears in his eyes. "Ummi've called Mom?" tanyanya slow.

Mrs Ainun shook her head, "she just left, son. Maybe the meeting's just starting."

Ms. Santi went to Bian's school to attend a trustee meeting.

Mrs Ainun slowly approached Chayra's bed.

"Baby Ayra, it's Ummi, son. Istighfar, Son. Remember God."

Chayra was silent, but slowly raised her head. Staring at Bu Ainun with a blank look.

Seeing that, Mrs Ainun drew closer with a smile. "It's Ummi, son.."

"U.. Ummie.. Ayra. t. fear..." Chayra's mouth was shaking.

"Yes, Honey. Forgive us, Son. Ayra don't be afraid now.. Ummi is here for Ayra." Hugging Chayra while kissing her head several times.

"A.. Ayra d.. Where is this?"

"It's home, honey. You've.." Ms. Ainun did not continue her sentence.

Chayra turned to look at Zidane who was sitting in front of his study table. "K.. Brother Zidane.."

Zidane smiled warmly. "Yes, Dek, this is Brother Zidane. Ayra needs what?"

Chayra nodded slowly. Back to contemplate trying to remember the events that happened to him. "I. I. w. woman.."

Bu Ainun immediately tightened his embrace. "Don't say anything, son. You're okay, yeah.."

"No, Ummi. The man.. huaaa.." Chayra is hysterical. Rebelling in Bu Ainun's arms.

Zidane approached. "You ain't no fuckin' man, Dek. Don't make your own prejudices." Zidane tried to strengthen. However, he just stood beside Chayra without daring to do more. However, Chayra is not her younger brother. "M. drink the Deck yeah.."

Chayra shook her head, "i'm a dirty woman, Ummi."

"Who said that, son? Don't say shit. You're okay, honey. Leave this business to the owner of this life."

Chayra grimaced, "My body hurts all, Ummi. Ayra wants to die just let all this pain go away."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, Ayra why do you say that, son. Remember God, my dear. We can't ask for anything bad, son."

Chayra just swallowed his saliva. The actions of Ardian really imprinted in his memory. Tears are flowing again.

"You eat first, son."

"Ayra is not hungry, Ummi. Ayra's body hurts all. Ayra just wants to sleep right now." Chayra looked back. This time, however, he looked at her.

"Mothers.. Where's Ayra's mother, Ummi? Did Mom leave Ayra because Ayra was like this?"

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, no, son. Your mother went to Bian's school because there was an important meeting she had to attend."

"That's why you went to pick up your grandparents at the airport, son. He also invited the doctor to check on you."

Chayra fell silent again as she swallowed her saliva. "Ayra wants to take a shower, Ummi."

Mrs Ainun looked at each other with Zidane. It was as if they were asking each other what they were going to do.

"Mm. Then yeah, kid. Wait for your mother to come back from your sister's school."

"But Ayra wants to take a shower now. Ayra's body is very uncomfortable."

Zidane walked out to contact Mr. Ismail and Mr. Santi.

"........ yes, Abah. But Ayra insisted on taking a shower. Zidane and Ummi have been trying to prevent it."

"......... . Yes, Abah yes, assalamualaikum.."

Zidane went back into the room. "Mother's on her way home, Ummi. If Abah is still at the airport. Grandpa and Grandma's plane just landed. The doctor will be here this afternoon."

Just as Zidane finished his sentence, a greeting came from the door. It was seen that Miss Santi rushed into her daughter's room.

"O Allah, thank God my daughter is fine." Kissing while tightly hugging Chayra's body. Leaving the meeting that had just started because she heard her daughter was already conscious

Chayra just smiled wryly. "Ayra's gonna take a shower, Mom. Ayra's body was so dirty," wriggling softly in her mother's arms.

Ms. Santi looked at Bu Ainun, "how is this, Ma'am?"

"Ayra from earlier kept forcing, Dek."

Miss Santi was silent for a moment. "Mh.. I'm the one who bathed Ayra, how?"

Chayra nodded slowly. "Ayra can shower herself, Mom. Ayra also did not pray. How much time has passed and Ayra cannot carry out Ayra's obligations."

Bu Santi's eyes glazed over hearing her daughter's words. "I'm sorry, son. I can't take good care of you." He hugged Chayra.

Chayra just silently pecked, not returning her mother's embrace.

"I'm sorry, son.." Cupping Chayra's cheeks while kissing her forehead gently.

Chayra smiled blandly. "Ayra's gonna take a shower, Mom. Help me stand up so I can go to the bathroom."

Miss Santi looked at Zidane and Bu Ainun in turn.

Looking at Zidane's head, Santi's mother let out a heavy sigh. He had to go back to find an excuse for his daughter to abandon her intentions. "Mm. You can't take a shower yet, honey."

Chayra just looked at her mother like a confused person. It was obvious that his mind was drifting somewhere.

"Ayra rest first, son. Later if your condition is better, you can shower as much as you." Mrs Ainun walked over trying to convince.

"But..."

"Sstt... Ayra bobok first yeah, son." Ms. Santi laid her daughter's body carefully. "Mom's going to the kitchen to make you some hot tea."

Chayra just nodded her head weakly.

Miss Santi half ran out of the room. Closing his mouth to hold back the cry that was ready to explode. Her crying broke as soon as the kitchen. His heart was completely broken seeing his daughter like a person who lost the purpose of life.

It was impossible to let Chayra bathe, for fear of seeing her daughter's reaction seeing the red marks filling her entire body. The red mark was spread mainly on the chest and neck of the Chayra. He was afraid that his daughter was getting worse at all the results of the actions of the depraved man who had taken away his honor.

"Mother...." Zidane halted his steps when he saw Miss Santi slipping her face over the dining table. His body seemed to shake from crying. "Mas Ari forgive me. I can't take good care of our daughter. I'm sorry, Mas."

Zidane breathed a heavy sigh. Slowly approached and rubbed the back of Miss Santi. "Mother.don't be like this. We have to be strong for Ayra, ma'am."

Ms. Santi lifted her face and looked at Zidane with tears in her eyes. "Mother isn't strong, son, seeing your sister like that. Your sister...your sister.hiks...hiks..."

"Already. Ayra insya Allah is strong in facing all of this. This has all become God's decree for Ayra. Ummi himself was the one who always told us. God will not test his servant beyond his capacity to face the ordeal."

"But. but.."

"Already, Mom. Now we go back to Ayra. He asked about the whereabouts of my mother. Mom said I was just gonna make some warm tea. Why did you go missing for half an hour."

Miss Santi got up while wiping her tears. "You go first, son. I want to make some warm tea for Ayra."

"But I have to come back soon. There's something serious we should talk about after this."

Miss Santi simply replied to Zidane with a nod of the head. Approaching the sink to wash his face.

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