My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Zidane's Advice to Ghibran

Ghibran was still stunned to see Chayra leave. It felt like he was chasing after the girl and hugging her tightly. But he can't do that. His eyes could only stare at the girl's departure. Her tears fell back as she closed her eyes slowly.

Sick?

Don't ask me again what she feels right now. Getting a rejection from the girl is the worst thing in the history of her love story. For the umpteenth time the girl made her cry and cry again. Will he give up here?

The ghibran took a deep breath while preaching several times. Maybe this was a rebuke from God for him. He is too hopeful for man and almost forgets that God rules everything. Allah turns over the heart of his servant.

Zidane patted Ghibran's shoulder slowly. "Already, Ghi. You rest first. Your body and your heart need rest. Do not be too forced to do and think outside the limits. If Allah wills you to be together. Ayra won't be able to reject you anymore."

"I'm just confused, Zi. What was my fault until he suddenly changed drastically like this. All this time he was just playing with my feelings. Is my love just clapping one hand at her."

Zidane looked at Ghibran with a confused look. Soon Ghibran judged his sister's feelings without thinking about cause and effect first. "It's not like that, Ghi. We'll talk about it again. You need to rest now. You can get sick if you keep going like this. You didn't rest last night, did you, because you were driving?"

Ghibran just nodded. His eyes were still staring at the former shadow of Chayra.

"Come.." Zidane withdrew the hand of Ghibran who was still standing.

"I'm gonna go out for a second." The ghibran pulled out his hand which Zidane still held.

"Where are you going? Don't fuck around, Ghi. You don't drive in this sleepy state. Danger for you and other riders."

"I need time to myself. I can't sit here with my situation like this."

"Where are you going now?"

"I want to go home."

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, you do not slur, Ghi. You didn't sleep from last night. Now you want to travel far. Want to kill yourself?"

"Yes, I'm tired of being fed up with this kind of situation. I want to be happy in my own way. Ghibran replied as it passed. Go inside the house just to get the bag and the car keys.

Zidane followed Ghibran and gaped at it. "You really want to go home, Ghi?"

Ghibran turned around and looked at Zidane standing behind him. "Yes, why is it. God has destined me to be like this. Being hurt by a woman I consider very special. And the woman I thought would give color to my every day. But, it turned out that it was all just a dream for me, Zi. May Allah make it easier for me to face all this. I say goodbye, assalamualaikum.."

Zidane held Ghibran's hand. "No, Ghi. You can't leave now." Pull the man's hand to follow him into the room. "You need to rest first."

Sit the Ghibran on the side of the bed. "We've all been heartbroken. It hurts, Ghi. It hurts so much." Zidane patted his chest slowly.

"This is the first time you have a heartbreak, because you have always refused to know women. I have experienced it several times, but I always try to be reasonable.

Zidane took a breath before continuing his sentence. "Just with that, we should take a lesson. God is showing us that women are not the best for us. By that it does not mean we have to drain our energy and endanger ourselves. We're gonna have to face that problem to get a way out. If you are desperate like this, how will you go ahead. You have a big responsibility right now. Some of your students will face a thesis hearing in a moment. Then what about them later, if their guidance counselor had an accident on the highway because of frustration."

Ghibran breathed a heavy sigh. "I have no intention of harming myself. I just need some time alone. I can't keep seeing Zahra. The more I see it, the harder it is for me to forget it. My chest felt tight as I listened to the spicy words he made for me. It hurts so much, Zi.."

Zidane patted Ghibran on the shoulder. "You don't have to go out of the room, so you don't see his face. haven't Dhuha, have you?"

Ghibran nodded weakly.

"Sheesh was there. I'll bring breakfast to the room."

"No need, Zi. I'll eat outside. It doesn't taste good to me. Just come bring yourself. It's making it hard for people's daughters."

"Ck, don't think no. Already, take the water wudhu there." Zidane urged Ghibran's body to go straight to the bathroom.

After Ghibran went into the bathroom, Zidane came out of the room. He locked the door of the room from outside. Just in case Ghibran intends to escape later.

Zidane approached Chayra's room and knocked on the door slowly. "Dec, what are you doing? Come out for a minute, brother wants to talk to you."

Silent!

There was no sound from the room. Zidane stuck his ear to the door to find out.

Zidane withdraws. Groped the phone in the pocket of Koko's clothes he wore. His eyes glanced at the wall clock that already showed at half ten in the morning. "Any, is he praying?" lirih. "But usually he's never late." Tinkering with the phone in her hand to send a short message to Chayra.

Deck, get out for a second. I am waiting for you in front of the room.

Is it your own brother or are there friends?

Zidane breathed his breath out violently. Type a reply message for Chayra.

Brother's alone, Dek. Why the hell, so scared that Brother is with him?

There's no answer. Zidane smiled to himself imagining Chayra's manyun face as he read his message.

Just a few minutes Zidane waited. The door slowly opened. Chayra lowered her head and looked at the situation around her sister.

"What did you see? Brother is alone. You get out here. Brother wants to talk to you."

Chayra flicked her lips as she walked slowly towards Zidane. "It's really all alone, isn't it?"

"Yes, Deck.. God of the day, you lie to me." Zidane patted Chayra's head. "So, I want to talk seriously about you. Where do you want it, here or in the back garden? Where do you want to be, what matters is that you're comfortable."

Chayra was silent for a moment. "After the time, brother. If he's afraid he'll come."

Zidane smiled slightly. "Sister locked her in the room. He's not going anywhere."

Chayra knitted her brows. "Lho, it's locked. If Brother Ghibran wants to come out later, how about it?"

"Why worry about him, he said he did not care and did not love him anymore. Just leave him like that. Just want to kill yourself, she shouldn't care."

Chayra looked up at her brother's words. "B.. suicide?"

"Yes. Ghibran committed suicide because you never cared about him. Why would you want to know about him? You don't love him anymore. You shouldn't have to ask anything about it when it comes to him."

Chayra looked down in silence as she felt she had been given a hard answer by Zidane.

"Come, he said he wanted to talk in the back. Why stay here?"

Chayra raised her head while giving a small nod as she walked ahead of Zidane.

They were silent for a long time in their respective positions. Chayra is sitting on the swing and Zidane is in control of the swing Chayra is occupying.

"What does Zidane say?" Ask Chayra because Zidane hasn't started talking yet.

Zidane looked at Chayra. She gave a warm smile to her sister before answering her question. "So I don't want to talk about anything serious with you. But, Brother is confused where to start."

"Son, don't just say it. I will prepare my heart to listen to what Brother Zidane has to say."

Zidane took a deep breath as he swung the Chayra quietly. "So don't want to ask about how you feel about Ghibran."

deg!

Chayra immediately fell silent to a thousand languages. She did not think that this was what her brother would discuss.

"I don't want to know how you feel about him."

"Why did you talk about it? I would have refused earlier if I had known that this was what Zidane's brother would have discussed."

"Semu problem must be solved, Dek. You're just saying you don't love Ghibran anymore. But you don't explain why or what. Don't hurt her feelings too far, Deck. You also don't say you don't love her anymore if you still have a taste for her."

"I. I.."

"Don't lie about your feelings, Dek. I know you still love her."

"I don't deserve him, brother. He's too good for a rape victim's woman like me."

"He never disputed that. He accepts you for who you are."

Chayra silently lowered her head. His heart ached as his brain memory twisted those bad memories again.

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