My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Bright spot

Just now Amira opened the door to Ardian's room. The girl was startled by her father and mother Ardian who were standing at the door. I don't know when the two old men were standing there.

"O..Um, T.. Auntie.." Amira stared at the two men.

"What do you argue with Ardian?" Ask Mr. Sucipto Ardian's papi.

Hearing the voice of her papi, Ardian rushed to the door. "P.. Papi, M.. Mommy." Ardian was no less surprised.

"What are you arguing with Amira, Ardian?"

Neither Ardian nor Amira dared to speak. Both are silent in their own positions. Amira who looked down and Ardian who was looking at her parents with mixed gazes.

"K.. When did Papi and Mami get home?" Ardian said after a long silence.

"But don't need your question when Papi gets home. Papi just needs your answer about the thing that you debated with Amira earlier." Said Mr. Sucipto firmly

"T. Nothing we're arguing about, Pi. K. We just had a fight. I.. Aren't you, Mira?" Ardian nudged Amira's arm.

"Don't dodge, Ardian! Papi heard everything. Whose son are you tainting, heh?! Whose son did you destroy his future?!" Mr. Sucipto shouted until the veins on his temple stood out. His hand was raised to slap his son. However, Ms. Renata Ardian's mother swiftly held her husband's hand.

"Don't do violence, Pi. We can talk about this matter fine."

"Mommy gives this child too much freedom. That's what makes it this way." Mr. Sucipto snatched an upset.

"Don't blame each other when things are like this. We need to introspect ourselves so that in the future it can be better."

"Tell me who that woman you're talking about." Mr. Sucipto still insisted that Ardian or Amira would open his mouth. Seeing no one reacting, Mr. Sucipto was closer to his son. Clutching Ardian's shoulder while pressing him.

Ardian just looked down. There was no intention in his heart to answer his papi question. More precisely, he did not want to take any risks.

Mr. Sucipto is a person who highly upholds responsibility. Be firm in making decisions. Very inversely proportional to the attitude of his son who likes all he wants.

Seeing no response from his son, Mr. Sucipto lowered his hand from Ardian's shoulder. Instead, look at Amira who is still down next to her lover.

"Come Om now, Amira."

Amira raised her face timidly. "K.. Where are we going, Om?"

"Follow it, don't ask too many questions."

Amira looked at Ardian before following in Mr. Sucipto's footsteps. Seeing the nod of the man's head, Amira stepped away from Ardian and her mother.

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"Om you know, you've been in contact with Om's son for a long time. But, Om just wants you to be honest, who's the woman that Ardian stained." The question is still repeated Mr. Sucipto since they sat in a cafe located not far from the Ardian residence.

Amira shook her head, "this is Ardian's personal matter, Om. He didn't do that on purpose."

"I'm Ardian's papi, Amira. His problems are also a problem for Om because he has not had a family. Suppose he's married, Om won't interfere in his affairs."

"But, Brother Ardian didn't do it on purpose, Om."

"No one accidentally**k**a person, Amira. Don't keep lying. I've been listening to everything you said to Ardian."

"Maybe Om misheard."

"Om's hearing is still very sharp. Not because I'm old, you think I'm deaf."

"B. That's not what Mira means, Om." Amira looked down. He felt guilty for saying that.

"Tell me everything before Om acts decisively to Ardian."

Amira breathed deeply after ending her story.

"Did you come to Om's house today because you wanted to justify your prejudice?"

Amira nodded steadily. "Actually, Mira was hesitant, Om. But.." Amira's tears just flowed without being asked. It was obvious that he was deeply hurt after knowing the truth.

"Amira loves Ardian, Om. Mira doesn't want Ardian to go to jail for this case. This also happened because of Mira." Covering his face with his palm. Resisting the sobbing that is getting worse.

"God has shown you the wickedness of Om's son, Mira. How much do you love Ardian, son?" Mr. Sucipto looked at the girl in front of him.

"He is the life and death of Mira, Om."

Mr. Sucipto closed his eyes hearing Amira's words. "Don't overdo it, son. You should give priority to your love for Allah and the Messenger."

Amira raised her face. Smiling blandly looking at Mr. Sucipto. "Om taught me to love Allah and the Apostle more. Then why did Om's own son not know his God?"

Amira's words were like lightning in broad daylight that struck the body of Mr. Sucipto. Amira's loud speech made the middle-aged man instantly speechless a thousand languages.

"As long as I'm with Ardian. Let alone prayer, Om. Never once have I heard him speak the name of God."

Mr. Sucipto just swallowed his saliva. He really doesn't know what to say. Amira really made him die a flea.

Amira only smiled wryly at Mr. Sucipto's reaction.

"Mira is also confused, why Mira got this much love to him. Though Mira knows that he is a man who is not clear character. Is it possible that this all happened because he has taken Mira's honor as well." Tears fell back. Amira looked up slightly to hold back her tears that felt like they were going to spill.

Mr. Sucipto was wide-eyed, but his mouth was still tightly locked.

"If nobody wants Om to ask again, Mira excuse me. Assalamualaikum, um.." Amira immediately got up without waiting for Mr. Sucipto's approval. Leaving behind the man who was still digesting all of his words earlier.

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Chayra sits on her sajad. He woke up at one in the morning. He did not cry, but just sat pensively hugging his knees like a burdened person.

Santi's mom went into her daughter's room. Although Chayra still thinks about the incident. At least, at this time the girl can chat and exchange ideas.

However, one thing is still a burden on Ms. Santi's mind. Chayra did not want to leave the house at all. Let alone out of the house, out of the room, he was reluctant to do so.

"Aren't you sleepy, son? I saw you sitting quietly on the prayer mat. It's three o'clock, son. Rest, so that your body is fresher tomorrow."

Chayra looked up while smiling blandly. Only that smile was the answer for her mother.

Miss Santi breathed a heavy sigh. Walked closer to his daughter. "When are you going to be like this, son? Do you not want to rise and forever be like this? Sitting in a pensive mood without any purpose in life. Everyone has a past. But, the bad past is not to be made a hindrance to get a better future."

"Ayra needs time, Mom. Ayra was afraid of being the subject of people out there." Chayra replied without looking at her mother.

"Nobody's gonna gossip you, son. Everyone feels sorry to see you."

"Ayra just needs time. Don't make Ayra, Mom. Ayra will rise when it's time."

"Don't be a selfish human being, son. Think about the feelings of those around you. People who worry about you because of your circumstances continue. Feet are all worried about you, son. Then where's your pity on us."

There was a heavy sigh coming from Chayra. He finally lifted his face. "Ayra's ashamed, Mom.. Ayra would rather die than bear this disgrace."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, why are you saying that, son? Steady, Ayra! None of this would have happened if God had not willed. Don't blame fate. Who wants the bad? Who wants a hard test? We all don't want to. But we who become human must be grateful for whatever God has destined for us. God's plan is the best even if it doesn't fit us."

Chayra shed tears upon hearing her mother's long advice.

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