My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Ghibran worried

The ghibran is still standing in front of Chayra's room. His hands were raised several times to knock on the door. However, he always puffed out and pulled his hand again.

"Keep it, son." Santi finally spoke up because Ghibran never knocked on the door.

"Eh, yes, Mom. Ghibran's afraid of interrupting Zahra's rest."

Miss Santi knitted her brows. "You call Ayra by the name of Zahra?"

Ghibran smiles. "Sorry, Mom. But, I'm very happy to call him by the name of Zahra."

Santi walked over to Ghibran. "The late Mas Ari also often called him by that name." Smiling at the Ghibran. "Eh, I forgot your story, that Mas Ari was Ayra's father. Mm. You also tumben come here. So I can't tell you much about Ayra as much as you."

Ghibran smiled stiffly. "But thank God, I often go to the tomb of the Father, Mom. With Zahra and Abah Ishmael."

"Is that so, son?"

Ghibran nodded, smiling stiffly again while lowering his body slightly.

"Mm.. Is it okay, if Mom stays in the kitchen for a while?"

"Eh, no, Mom. Ghibran doesn't feel good about having to talk to Zahra."

"You haven't knocked on the door yet, how about talking to Mom's daughter."

Ghibran smiled grimacingly as he looked down embarrassed.

"Mom will ask Zidane to accompany you. Just a minute, yeah.."

Ghibran finally nodded, letting Bu Santi pass from before him.

After the departure of Miss Santi, she took a deep breath. Gathering all his courage from all over to face the woman who would not necessarily allow him into the room.

"Bismillah," slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door very slowly. "Assalaminethen, Zahra.."

There's no answer. Ghibran knocked on the door. It was hoping to see the face of the girl who was able to make her heart calm while looking at him.

"Zahra, I want to say something to you. Can we talk, just for a second."

Still quiet. It made him take a long breath back. He must be patient in this situation. Suppose that Chayra did not experience the disaster. Maybe this time the girl was halal for him.

Ghibran finally sat on a sofa in front of Chayra's room. Maybe because the sudden appearance made Chayra behave like this. Sitting pensively while thinking about how to get the girl to leave the room.

"Hey..!" Zidane came with a bright face. Looks like he just finished performing the Dhuha prayer. "It hasn't worked?" He asked, staring at the door of the room that was still tightly closed.

Ghibran shook weakly. "Maybe Zahra is on a break. I'll wait until he's ready."

"Well prayers?"

"Not yet.."

"Salat then. Ask for guidance first with God to be given ease in dealing with this problem."

Ghibran just raised his lips. Plunge his body on the back of the sofa. "Oh my God, I feel like I'm going to despair in the face of all this." Rubbing his face.

"Huh, cemen you know. That problem is faced, bro, not avoided. I'm old too, this fast time is desperate."

Ghibran smiled wryly. "I'm worried, Zidane. You've never been in a situation like the one I've been in."

"Makanya pray first. God willing, ease will come after we complain to God. Even a worried soul will be calm."

The ghibran took a deep breath and then exhaled violently. "Yes, I pray first. What time is it?" Spread his eyes looking for the wall clock in the room."

"Now look for a clock on the wall, Ghi? It's in your hand there's a circular watch."

"Ehheheh, my mind is too messed up." Ghibran scratched his head as it passed. He turned around again after walking a few steps.

"What else is it?" Zidane, who was still looking at him, immediately asked the question when he saw Ghibran turn around.

"Where's musholla?"

"Balat in my room."

"The one to the left of the second room to the north. If you are confused, you can ask Ummi who is sitting in the living room with Mrs Sulis."

"Mm.." Ghibran continued in his footsteps, although still confused.

Sure enough, he was confused to see five rooms lined up facing the right and left. He walked slowly towards Bu Ainun.

"Assalamualaikum, Ummi."

"Eh, son Ghibran..What's up, son?"

"Mh.. Ghibran wants to ask, which room Zidane. You see, Ghibran is confused even though it has been explained by Zidane earlier."

"Your mind is so full that you can't focus." Ms. Ainun shook her head while getting up. Show Zidane's room to Ghibran.

"Who was it, Mrs Ainun? Zidane's friend, huh, Mom? How handsome is he..." Bu Sulis asked as Bu Ainun sat down next to him again.

Mrs Ainun smiled. "He's the man who's going to preach Ayra, Mom," looked doubtfully at Ms. Sulis.

Mrs Sulis is wide-eyed. "So he's the guy who made Ayra like that, Mom?!"

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, b. no, ma'am. You misinterpreted my words."

Ms. Sulis knitted her brows waiting for Ms. Ainun's explanation. "Then what did Mrs Ainun mean?"

"He is Sholeh's man. Hold the hand of a woman who has never been a mahram. Especially to do that low, Mom?"

Ms. Sulis was getting curious about what Ms. Ainun meant.

"He had intended to preach Ayra before, Mom. Ghibran and Ayra have been doing ta'aruf since seven months ago." Bu Ainun sighed heavily before continuing his story. "Actually, the purpose of Ayra came home yesterday is to tell and ask permission from her mother, if she will be beaten by the man earlier. But God willed another way and made us face this temptation."

"O Allah, I am su'udzon. Forgive me for being too presumptuous, ma'am."

"It's okay, Mom. His name is also we don't know." Ms. Ainun patted slowly on Ms. Sulis' thigh.

Meanwhile...

Zidane sat on the couch fiddling with the phone in his hand. He was texting Chayra to get the girl out of the room to see Ghibran.

While waiting for a reply from Chayra, suddenly his eyes were on the mobile phone Ghibran lying on the sofa he was sitting on. Without thinking much, he picked up the flat object and tried to turn it on.

"Use the password." he said lirih. Trying to think, roughly what word Ghibran used as his password. Zidane smiled, his hand trying to insert the key words that came to his brain.

"G-H-I-B-R-A-N.."

Zidane gawked when the keyword he entered was wrong. "Mm.. What's the key word, then?" back thinking. Somehow he was curious and wanted to know, what the contents of the Ghibran mobile phone.

"Try this one.. C-H-A-Y-R-A.." wrong again.

Zidane poked his lips. "What's the key then?"

"Mm. try, A-B-D-U-L-L-A-H.."

A warning appears on the Ghibran mobile screen.

You have entered the wrong keyword three times. Repeat again after thirty seconds.

"Gkgkgk..." Zidane giggled at the message. "Kok I became kepo gini yes, want to know the contents of the Ghibran mobile phone. "What password is yes, then.."

Suddenly, a special call from Ghibran to Chayra comes to his brain. "Ok, let's try this one." Stare back at the phone screen that is still counting down thirty seconds.

"Five, four, three, two, one.." Zidane smiled and tried to put in that keyword. "Z-A-H-R-A.."

"Yes..!"Zidane clenched his hands up because he was happy the key word was right. Look at the screen of the phone that is open. Zidane was a little surprised when he saw the message on the WhatsApp application that happened to be open. Read the last message from the people closest to Ghibran.

Just let her go, son. There are still many women who want you who are much better than that woman. She is no longer a virgin. Will you get the rest of the people, even though you yourself always keep your honor for him.

Zidane closed his eyes after reading the message. There is a sense of regret, why he sassy to open people's mobile phones.

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