My Bow to the Destiny of Love
The arrival of Om and Aunt

Miss Santi came home early from the store. He got a call from his sister-in-law, that this afternoon they've landed and will go straight to his house.

Various preparations were made by Chayra and her mother. Bian only helps as much as he can.

Chayra sat on the floor. Leaning on the wall of the living room while adjusting his breathing is rather ngosy. Tired of just coming in and out of his room, his mother's room, change this over it.

"Ayra, spray your sister's room have you changed?" Miss Santi asked from the kitchen. Slightly shouted so that Chayra could hear his words.

Chayra instead daydreamed not to listen to her mother's questions. Miss Santi who never listened to the answer from her daughter, finally came out of the kitchen. A little surprised to see his daughter daydreaming sitting slouched on the floor and unreasonable.

"Ayra, what are you doing, son?"

Chayra was shocked. He immediately looked at the source of the voice. Get up and walk to his mother. "Eh, yes. What's up, Mom?"

"Why are you daydreaming? Mother called you earlier. Uh, it turns out that the person called was even busy daydreaming. Pantesan didn't listen."

Chayra knitted her brows at her mother's words. "What time, Mom? Feeling, Ayra heard nothing."

"Where do you want to hear. Your mind drifted somewhere.."

Chayra finally could only grimace. "What do you really need?Now Ayra get it."

"Mom just asked you. Have you changed your sister's room spray?"

"No, Ma. But, I saw that Bian had already removed it himself."

"Your sister can only remove him, but she can't install a replacement."

"Now Ayra change, Mom."

Miss Santi nodded and went back into the kitchen.

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Exactly five o'clock in the afternoon. Mr. Ismail and Mr. Ainun arrived at Chayra's house. Miss Santi hugged her sister-in-law with haru. While Mr. Ismail just smiled at the sight in front of him. For almost two years, his brother-in-law did not come to visit.

"Bak Ainun how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah, I'm good, Dek. You how? Is Bian still naughty and stubborn?" Said Bu Ainun while gently rubbing the head of Bian who was standing next to his mother.

"Now he's grown up, brother. He knows what is right and what is wrong. That stubborn roar can't be replaced with a softer attitude."

Hearing herself being the subject of conversation, Bian blushed his lips. "Kok Mama ngoming is like Auntie?"

Ms. Santi did not listen to her son's comments and continued to tell Bian

his sister-in-law.

"Sister Ismail and brother Ainun also need to know. This kid doesn't like to be touched. In fact, Ayra's friends who came were very nervous with her behavior. He always said it wasn't muhrim that they pinched his cheek."

Mr. Ismail and Ms. Ainun laughed a little. "Truly a reflection of your late husband, Dek." Said Mr. Ismail.

Miss Santi smiled blandly. "The more I come here, I feel that Ari is alive in Bian. From his style of speech, his jokes, his attention, his nature, even his face was very similar to Mas Ari.

Ms. Ainun hugged Ms. Santi again with haru. "If Ari were alive. You won't fight alone, Deck."

"It's fate, Ma'am. I've been sincere about Mas Ari's departure." Miss Santi wiped away the tears that suddenly flowed down her cheeks. "Don't mention it, Ma'am. I'm afraid my heart becomes fragile when I remember it." Trying to develop his smile to look strong.

Ms. Ainun patted the shoulder of her sister-in-law. "You're a strong woman, Deck. I'm sure my late sister would have been proud to have a wife like you."

Santi smiled again. "Mrs, Ma'am."

"Om, do you look like Bian?" Bian's question made them simultaneously turn towards him. "Is dad as handsome as I am?" Say the boy again.

They all chuckled at Bian's question.

Mr. Ismail smiled as he rubbed Bian's cheek gently. "Bian is very similar to Bian. But, unfortunately, your father's face is more handsome than Bian's."

Bian turned his lips. "Mm. That's right, Om. Where there is a better-looking father. There's probably not as handsome as Bian."

They all laugh. "Persis like Ari." Said Mrs Ainun on the sidelines of her laughter.

"Ah already. Ma'am Ainun and Ismail must be tired. Come on, you guys rest first. Chayra and I have Bian's room ready for you tonight." Miss Santi changed the subject. The more they discussed her late husband, the less upset her mood became.

"We're actually going to go back. But given the Chayra that there may still be business and she has to finish. We decided to spend the night. God willing, tomorrow morning we're leaving." Said Mr. Ismail.

"Excuse Ayra to trouble Om and Auntie."

Chayra who was silent from earlier finally let out her voice.

"Then we rest first.." Mrs Ainun got up. Mr. Ismail

come up, stretch the muscles that feel a little stiff. They entered Bian's room.

* * *

After establishing the congregation's Fajr prayer which was imami by Mr. Ismail. Chayra and Omnya were still sitting in the small Musholla of the house. Mr. Ismail needed to explain things to his nephew before he took them with him to the Pesantren. They talk about a lot of things. Especially the rules that must be obeyed Chayra when in the pesantren later.

"In Pesantren later, you should not speak four eyes with the opposite sex, whatever the reason. You are Om's nephew, but if you break this rule. Om can't protect you from the punishment that's been Pesantren's policy."

"Usually, what punishment does santri receive if he violates it, Om?"

"That includes a grave offense, son. Because usually Santri who violate the rules has a special relationship. So usually they promise to meet in a rather quiet place. And what the Pesantren feared, the devil would be the third among them."

Chayra mangosteen heard Ismail's explanation. "That means at Pesantren, Santri can't be dating, Om?"

"You can say that, son. But Pesantren does not emphasize in particular. We cannot forbid people from falling in love. Santri also has a lot of dating. They communicate using letters. If so, the Pesantren gave permission. Because it happened there, Santri was not allowed to bring a mobile phone. But Pesantren strongly recommends, it would be nice if the courtship can be avoided."

"Why can't I bring a cell phone, Om? How do they contact their parents?"

"Pesantren provides a special time for them to contact their parents. Each room has its own cell phone. But they should only contact their parents once a week. Unless there is an urgent need. They are allowed to contact their parents outside of the specified time. And the phone was held by their nanny.

Chayra is back in the mangosteen. "Whose babysitter is it, Om?"

"The babysitter is a name for Santri who has finished his High School. Like you are. But, they remained silent in Pesantren to deepen their religious knowledge. And they were assigned by the Pesantren to look after and be mentors for their younger siblings who are still in school."

"Keep what about Ayra's college plan, Om."

"There is a University in Pesantren. It is located next to Santri Dormitory. For Santriwati who attended college through Pesantren. They're only allowed to attend that university." Mr. Ismail breathed his breath as he got up. "Later in Pesantren, Om will explain in detail. Now we have to get ready because we're leaving soon."

Chayra nodded her head and followed her Omnya who had come out first from Musholla.

After changing clothes, Chayra headed to the kitchen to help her mother and aunt prepare breakfast.

They enjoyed breakfast together in silence. There was no conversation at all during the breakfast.

Bian left for school after finishing his breakfast. Chayra and Mr. Ismail and Ms. Ainun will be preparing to leave for the airport.

Chayra checked her luggage.

After feeling everything was ready, he approached Om and his Tantenya in Bian's room. "Om, Auntie, is Ayra going to leave Ayra's phone at home?" Ask. Pulling Bian's wooden chair and sitting there waiting for a response from Mr. Ismail.

"Bring it up, son. Why are you asking that?" Said Ms. Ainun without turning her head because she was tidying up her suitcase.

Mr. Ismail cleared his throat and he answered his wife's question."Abah explained to Ayra that santri was not allowed to bring a cell phone."

"But Ayra is not a santri, Abah. He will also stay in our home. Not to mention he's going to college. Abah this how the hell is it?" Omel Bu Ainun to her husband.

Ishmael looked at his wife and nephew in turn. "It explains the rules of santri. But that doesn't mean Abah forbade Ayra from carrying a cell phone, either, Ummi.."

"Whatever Abah wants to say." Said Mrs Ainun. He looked at Chayra who was still sitting. "You're all set, aren't you, son?" Ms. Ainun switched the conversation because she was reluctant to argue with her husband.

"Already, Aunt. Just so, laptop and mobile phone, Ayra has not dared to put it in a backpack. Afraid that Om and Aunt won't let Ayra take him."

"Enter it now, son! At eight we should've left." Ms. Ainun's orders.

"Good, Auntie." Chayra leaves Om and his Tantenya.

"Wait, kid!"

Chayra turned to look at her Omnya.

"From now on, you don't call us Om and Aunt again."

Chayra frowned at his Om request. He turned to look at his aunt.

Ms. Ainun simply nodded her head in approval to her husband's request.

"Why, Om?"

"Custom yourself to call us Abah and Ummi. Because in Pesantren, we are usually called that. Yeah, you're the only one who says Om and Aunt later?"Obviously Mr. Ismail.

Chayra pulled the corner of her lips. "God willing, Abah, Ummi."

Mr. Ismail and Ms. Ainun developed her smile.

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