My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Chayra's heart

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

"He didn't mind that, Deck. He accepts you no matter what your circumstances are. All he wants is you, not anyone else."

Chayra closed her eyes as her eyes grew hot wanting to shed tears immediately. "I don't deserve him. She's too perfect for a lowly woman like me, sister."

"You're thinking too much about it, Dek. Ghibran and his family did not dispute that. They have accepted you with all your shortcomings. Do not betray your own feelings. You're torturing your feelings because you're too selfish."

Chayra was silent for a moment. "Yes, Chayra Azzahra is selfish, Brother. I don't think about other people's feelings and only care about myself."

"Ghibran's the best friend you ever had, Dek. If you don't want to be with him. Why didn't you refuse it from the first time. Why are you growing that love in her heart. You gave her false hope, so it hurt her so much right now."

"I've never been like that, brother. I love him and I want him." Chayra immediately fell silent as she realized his words. His eyes looked at the bead of Zidane's eyes that was still waiting for the continuation of his sentence.

Tears began to flow into the river. "But.but I can't do that. She's too perfect. Yes, Ghibran Abdullah is too perfect and deserves the perfect woman."

"There is no more perfect woman in his eyes than you, Ayra."

"No...! I'm just a stained woman." Chayra shook her head slowly. His feeling was a little dazed. He immediately sat down and stood aside, closing his eyes.

"Already, Deck. Brother won't force you anymore. Wake up! don't think about it anymore. It's all up to you." Zidane sat down in front of Chayra.

"I'm not worthy of him. I don't deserve him."

"Yes, that's up to you. If you refuse him, Big Brother will not force you anymore. Don't think shit. Don't let this make those bad memories come back. Istighfar more, Dek. I'm sorry you forced you."

Chayra just lowered her head while closing her eyes. His mouth was reading istighfar.

Zidane looked around for help. Miss Santi went to the market with Umminya. While Mr. Ismail went with Mr. Akmal, to solve a rape case that has not been widespread to date. Bian and Mayra went to school. Only Amrina was watching cartoons in the living room.

"Ayra, you're okay, right?" Zidane tried to reach Chayra's face. However, the girl brushed aside Zidane's hand violently.

Zidane started to panic. If he does, he will call upon the Ghibran to help him deal with the Chayra. "Don't tell me you're relapsing again, Dek. I could die if I were that."

"God willing, I'm fine." Chayra answered in a soft voice. Trying to regulate his breathing that began to sting.

"We're in now, yeah. Brother help you get up or you can get up on your own?"

"Help me, brother. My head's dizzy."

Zidane timidly held Chayra's arm and helped her to wake up. He took the girl to rest in his room. "You don't think of anything. I'm sorry you've made you sick again."

"It's okay, Brother. God willing, I'm fine. I just need a break."

"Then you rest. Brother stay first, want to see the state of Ghi..." Zidane did not continue his sentence.

"Yes. Brother Zidane just go. Hopefully he's okay."

Zidane smiled stiffly as he walked backwards leaving Chayra. "Assalamualaikum, Deck."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." Chayra immediately stomped his temple which felt throbbing hard after Zidane's departure.

Zidane opened the door slowly. He flicked his lips when he saw a sleeping Ghibran curled up on his alphabet. "He said not sleepy, just left a few minutes already playing sleep alone." Walk closer and sit next to his friend.

"Ghi, Ghibran..Why are you sleeping on the floor?"

Ghibran opened his eyes. Having Zidane sitting next to him, he smiled. "Eh, I fell asleep earlier."

"Sleeping in bed. Your body hurts later if you curl up like this."

"Yes, but I think I'm fresh. I can go home now."

Ghibran knitted his eyebrows at Zidane's words. "My body is asking what do you mean, Zi?"

"Huh..?"

"That's what you said my body was sulking."

"Oh, that's just a parable. I mean if your body hurts, it means he's lashing. He's too forced to do things beyond his means."

The ghibran was silent. Confused to respond with what Zidane said.

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That morning, a gripping atmosphere occurred in the living room of the Chayra house.

This morning was a tough morning for the girl. Where should she decide the matter that made her the weak woman she is today.

Some family members have gathered. Also present in the meeting were his three friends Amira, Alesha and Tina.

Chayra was sat opposite Ardian. Although his chest felt dag-dig-dug when he saw the man. However, this time he had to be strong and did not want to look weak in the presence of the man anymore.

"We think you're healthy enough today." Mr. Akmal gently stroked his grandson's head. He didn't want to move a bit from beside Chayra. Even he had the heart to tell Bu Santi to move places so that he was accompanying Chayra.

"God willing, Cake. Ayra felt really good this morning." Chayra's lips quivered and her tears welled up in her eyes. He took a deep breath and tried to be calm again.

Ardian who was sitting before him just lowered his head. Suppose he did not make an agreement with his parents to be polite. I want him to sit back and raise his leg.

Chayra gulped her saliva a few times. This heart he was asked to demand justice on Ardian for the calamity that befell him.

"Speak, son," said Mr. Akmal. "Everybody here is willing to listen to whatever you're going to say. And we will accept and approve whatever decision you will make."

Chayra glanced at her grandfather at a glance and then returned to face the front. His eyes stared intently at Ardian with a look full of hatred. For some reason, every time he saw the man, a sense of disdain for himself would arise.

"It's time for you to make a decision, son. It's been three months and we're still faithfully waiting for the decision you're going to give our son." Said Ms. Renata.

"What punishment does he deserve?"

Everyone in the room looked at each other.

"We're waiting for a decision from you, son. Whatever punishment you will give him, we will accept. Our son has been presumptuous to harass a noble girl like you." Timpal Mr. Sucipto with disdain. "Not putting him in jail, it makes us very happy" he said.

"What if I wanted that now?"

Mr. Sucipto looked at his wife in confusion. Why did the girl put Ardian in jail now. After he was tired of keeping this news from being smelled by the media. "Please don't do that, son. Please give me another punishment. Even the toughest punishment you will give us will receive. As long as this case doesn't fall into the hands of the police."

"Why..?"

"Our good names will be ruined if you do that."

"Is your good name more valuable than my honor that has been destroyed by him?!" Chayra pointed to Ardian. Her tears could not be held back.

"My whole life, I've never met a sassy and haughty man like him. Is he worthy of being called a human? After he had destroyed so many women, was he still worthy of being called a human?! He's a human what a demon?!" Chayra's lips were shaking again.

"He just did that to you, Ayra!" Timpal Bu Renata got up. He most disliked anyone who was degrading his family status.

Chayra smiled. "What do you know about your son? Please ask her yourself, how many women she's been sleeping with all this time." Directly turned his face. Beristighfar several times tried to control himself. Do not let this situation make him capable of being tricked by demons.

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