My Bow to the Destiny of Love
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"We're going upstairs." Ardian pulled Chayra's hand which was immediately brushed aside by the woman.

"I warned you before. Don't overdo it first. I'm afraid of relapsing again. You know, I'm still in the healing process."

"But the more I interact with it the better, right?"

"Yes, but I need time for that."

"Let me hold your hand."

Chayra was shocked to hear Ardian's request. "Sir Ardian don't hang on. It's a public place, brother."

"By the way, I'm comfortable being called Ardian's sister."

"I feel disrespectful if you wear me you continue." Chayra. Slowly, he landed his ass on a long bench.

"Why don't you want to be with me?" Ardian sat down next to the girl.

"I'm. I'm just afraid I can't control myself later."

"That's not gonna happen, trust me."

"Do not exceed the limits of your abilities, brother. We are only human, not God."

"Well, that's you. You're afraid of your illness coming back, when you haven't tried."

Chayra. He simply shifted his body to sit at a distance with Ardian.

"We try slowly. I'm sure the disease will be gone for a long time." Lay his hand slowly over Chayra's.

Chayra looked at his hand. Finally sign agreed. "Actually why would Big Brother want to try to approach me? Doesn't Brother hate a Chayra Azzahra so much?"

"I just hate you. Because it's not gonna happen."

Chayra knitted her brows in confusion. The man once said that he hated Chayra so much that he ended his blood. But why is his speech different now.

"I'm going to the toilet for a second. Brother wait here. Titip bag too." Chayra put her bag over Ardian's lap. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be confused looking for Brother."

"Yes, there's a piece of shit." Ardian cast out the subtle Chayra. His lips covered the smile staring at the woman's back which was getting further away. His eyes turned to look at the waist bag that Chayra had placed earlier. Staring at the bag, Ardian became curious about its contents.

His eyes stared at where Chayra had disappeared earlier. Slowly his hand opened the bag. There is nothing interesting in it because the bag only contains a wallet and mobile phone.

Suddenly, Ardian remembered Amira. Her ex-boyfriend always filled her bag with makeup tools. "Very different." he said suddenly, pensive while smiling faintly.

Ardian grabbed Chayra's phone. The photo of Chayra being the wallpaper she saw the other day, again made her chest pound. The girl's smile managed to disturb the calmness of her soul. It was just that now he could not enjoy that smile anymore. Chayra's been closing it using a veil. Ardian swiped the phone screen and it turned out..

"Hah, this phone turns out not to use a password. Huh, you know this is why I didn't try to open it from yesterday." Ardian's hands started to fiddle with cellphones.

Back to looking ahead. Don't let Chayra find him unpacking the contents of his phone. Some photos of Chayra he sent to his cell phone.

When finished sending. The man intends to put the phone back in. However, one of Chayra's friends' names on the phone caught her attention.

"Ukhti Amira's.." Question marks started flying on Ardian's head. "Opens messages sent and received by the girl. "It turns out they're still in touch. I thought Amira had lost contact and no longer wanted to be in touch with this girl." Ardian read the message from below. The message that Amira sent two months ago.

'How is Ardian's brother. I hope you keep the promise to keep it for my sake. Changed his bad habits for me.'

Ardian saw Chayra's reply.

'*God willing, dear. I can slowly make it change. Pray that God will always make it easy for me. Gave me patience in the face of this man.'

'How did he behave to you?'

'Alhamdulillah, yes, although it cannot be said well. But he behaved just as naturally as I*.'

Ardian switched to reading messages one week ago. If to read all the messages, he was afraid Chayra would come.

'Why are you talking, Mira. I sincerely help you. I'm just praying, hopefully when you come back later. This man you love could really be the leader for you*.'

"What the fuck?" Ardian inserted the phone roughly. An annoyance suddenly seeped into his mind. Repeatedly breathing out violently.

"Let's go up.. Ardian's sister was going upstairs."

Ardian looked up at Chayra who was already standing in front of him. Taking a deep breath several times to neutralize his already chaotic mind.

"Where are you? Why wear a mask now? Lo, why are the clothes changed?" Ardian watched Chayra from toe to head. The woman was wearing only a robe and a pashmina hijab. The Shar'i shirt she was wearing just now went missing somewhere. His feet are covered in sneakers.

"I changed everything." Answer Chayra casually.

"Where were your clothes?"

"I've kept it in the car."

"Huh, old beach. Uh, wait wait a minute.." Ardian looked at Chayra with question marks. "Tas is the same with me. How can you pay for all this?"

"It's.." Chayra showed her the debit card in her hand. "Did you forget that I had a grandfather who twisted."

"Yes, yes, yes." Ardian held Chayra's hand. Slowly heading for the escalator.

Initially Chayra was tense. But slowly he was able to control himself.

"I'm here to invite you to find Koko's clothes for me to wear during prayer." Ardian glanced at Chayra. The one in the lyrics did not respond and just stared straight ahead.

Ardian followed Chayra's gaze. Apparently, a few meters in front of them, there was a familiar man who was busy choosing and was unaware of their existence.

"Are you going to keep away from him?"

"I'm not avoiding it. But. I'm just not ready to meet her yet."

"Why..? Is a Ghibran still precious in your heart?"

Chayra smiled blandly. "Only God knows the depth of this feeling for him. But we must not blame fate. Allah is All-Knowing. We as beings are only in charge of carrying out the destiny He gave us."

"Great you. Why not become a Ustadzah. If you were Ustadzah, I'd be a big fan of yours."

Chayra just grunts.

"Come, let's continue our steps. Don't keep avoiding it if you want to move on. The more you avoid it, the harder it is to forget." Ardian held Chayra's hand again. He moved closer to the Ghibran. Inviting Chayra to choose Koko clothes where Ghibran is choosing as well.

"Which do I wear?" Ardian deliberately raised his voice to provoke a Ghibran reaction. Sure enough, the man looked over. He was surprised to find Chayra and Ardian beside him.

"Whichever is up to Brother."

"You dong choose. It was you who told me to pray."

"OK. ok. mm.. Ardian's brother take this one." Pointed Koko's short-sleeved shirt in maroon red. "The size of the shirt is L, right?"

"My wife is smart." Ardian accidentally pinched Chayra's cheek. Intentionally doing that to heat up the Ghibran.

Ghibran can only be privileged. He's angry, but he has no right to do that. Chayra belonged to that man. Intentionally choosing clothes again to cover up her upset taste.

Ardian takes Chayra away. Back to Chayra's hand. It did not escape the sight of the Ghibran. However, the man looked down again and beristighfar.

'Yes Allah strengthen the heart of his servant.

Ghibran immediately averted his gaze as the more painful scene was shown by the woman he loved so much.

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