My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Knowing truth

The journey to Pesantren takes about ten hours. Ardian collapsed when he arrived at Mr. Ismail's house. No one replaced driving during the trip. Some times rest just to buy food and drinks that contain energy so that his eyes are not sleepy. Departing from the house at five in the morning, finished performing dawn prayers. Until the Pesantren at five in the afternoon.

"Sister, just sleep in the room come on, don't sleep on the couch. What if there's a guest Abah later?" Chayra shook Ardian's body.

"Just a second, Chay. My eyes can't be opened this, it's really heavy. Like a rock has been crushed by it." Ardian muttered softly because of his semi-conscious state.

Chayra breathed a rough breath. He looked at his mother sitting on the sofa across from him. Shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in surrender.

"Leave it, son. Your husband's so exhausted. Maybe he's not used to driving far." Mrs Ainun chimed in while putting down a tray containing a snack she had just brought from the kitchen.

"But what if there is a guest Abah who comes later, Ummi? You always have guests without knowing the time."

"That's business lately, honey. Let it go first. Poor him.." looked at Ardian's sleeping face.

"Open the jacket, son."

Chayra was shocked to hear her mother's orders. "Sir Ardian only wears interiors, ma'am."

"It's okay, son. After all, that doesn't include the aura. Let her body not get too hot. There's a lot of sweat on that."

Chayra was silent for a moment, considering her mother's request. "Mm. how about it, ma'am.."

"Astagfirullah, Son. Why wear everything. That's your husband." Ms. Ainun chimed in because she saw Chayra scratching her head like a confused person.

Chayra smiled grimacingly. Staring at Ardian for a moment then taking off the man's clothes slowly.

"Well, that's dong, kid. Being told to take off husband's clothes, I'm using all my thoughts."

Just now that Ms. Ainun finished her sentence. The sound of someone saying a greeting in front of the main door. It made them look at each other. Ms. Ainun sighed heavily and then got up to open the door to her guests.

"There are guests. Ayra also said what from earlier." Chayra shook her husband's body again. "Sister, wake. The arrival of guests." Staring at her husband was upset because Ardian was really like a dead man.

Chayra grunts. "Mm. alright, if Brother Ardian does not want to wake up, I will leave Brother. I'll go with Brother Ghibran."

Duarr...!!

Ardian immediately got up to hear that sentence. "Don't...!!" spontaneously hugging Chayra's body tightly.

"Astagfirullah, Ayra. Your jokes aren't funny, son." Santi looked at his daughter annoyed.

"Why did you say that, Chay." Still hugging Chayra's body tightly.

"Sister won't wake up. Just be surprised to wake up. Let's go in. There's a guest coming." Not paying attention to the protests of her mother and husband

Ardian let go of his embrace. He looked at his wife while breathing heavily. "You got me like that." Rise up lazy. Chayra was led to the room Chayra had occupied before this.

Bu Ainun and Santi stared at the young couple's departure. However, Bu Ainun was made to be surprised by the wide scars on Ardian's back and arms. "That's. What's the back of Nak Ardian, San?"

Santi smiled faintly at his sister-in-law. "That's a former operation, Ma'am. Almost two months ago it was."

"What is he sick of?"

"He's not sick. There was something he had removed on his back. It's all at Ayra's request."

Bu Ainun frowned. Thinking of something Santi meant. Long silent thought before he finally understood Santi's intention. "I understand what you mean. Why would he do that to Ayra? Is their relationship improving now?"

"Yes. thank God, Ma'am. Even Ardian turned one hundred and eighty degrees. They were married for almost a year. Ardian can now read the Qur'an. Praying, he was also very diligent. Yesterday also learned to fast a few days." Santi told me enthusiastically.

"Alhamdulillah then. Hopefully his brother's heart is out of shape to hear the child's change."

"You mean Mrs Ainun?"

Bu Ainun let out a heavy sigh. "Son Ismail did not like Ardian's life. Especially now that Ghibran often comes to tell him. That's why he asked Ghibran to teach at the University where Ayra is now attending."

"Yes, you could say so. She felt that only Ghibran deserved to be her husband Ayra. I was angry with him at that time too. He was too involved in the affairs of the children. But, you know for yourself, the nature of Ismail is like what. If you say you don't like it, you don't like it."

Santi gasped at the words of his sister-in-law. "Is...is he not home today because of Ardian's arrival?"

Mrs Ainun smiled wryly. "Son Ismail deliberately took the seminar schedule out of town because.it's like you said earlier."

Santi closed his eyes. Really disappointed to find the truth revealed. "If that is the case, I will take my son-in-law home, brother. Say hello to Ismail if he comes home tomorrow. Sorry for making her uncomfortable in her own home."

"Astagfirullah, Deck. Why are you talking so."

"Keep I have to say what, Ma'am? I'll take the kids to the Tomb at dawn tomorrow. Let us hitch a ride tonight. Tomorrow we're done from the tomb, we'll go straight home."

"Don't, San. Let me talk to Ismail later. I'll ask him to come home as long as you're not like this."

"Sister Ismail will not go home, Ma'am."

"Mbak will force it, Dek."

"Terasih Mbak then."

"Rest first then. You look exhausted."

"Thank you.." Santi got up without being asked twice.

After Santi's departure. Mrs Ainun kneaded her temple. It was her stupidity that told Santi that. If only he had shut up. She would not dizzy looking for an excuse to make her husband come home.

"Asking Abi for help might make things easier." Said suddenly. "But... Abi must have been suspicious and asked me why I didn't want to ask my husband to come home. Hmm .. whether Abi should also know this." Bu Ainun let out a heavy sigh. He got up from his seat when he heard the door of his house being knocked again.

Smiled warmly when he saw his son Zidane had just returned from out of town. Zidane drove his brother to fill the seminar schedule in the city of A. However, when Umminya told me that Chayra would come. He asked his brother to go home first.

After his son entered the room. Ms. Ainun contacted her Abinya for help.

At dawn prayer...

Ardian was asked to be a prayer priest in the house. He repeatedly refused because he was unsure of his abilities. However, Zidane, who came home last night, insisted that the man had no reason to refuse.

Finished establishing the prayer, Ardian immediately led the dhikr and do'a. Everyone other than Chayra did not believe in Ardian's abilities. Even someone who has secretly gone home to gaping hear the recitation of the Ardian Qur'an. He just stood near Musholla watching the worship that was being performed by his family members.

Santi leads Ardian, Chayra and Bian to the Tomb of her late husband. Behind him, Ms. Ainun and her children followed.

Zidane deliberately invited Umminya for later because he wanted to test the ability of Ardian.

"Why go home? Why not go a month. Abah wouldn't want to see Ayra come with her husband." Ms. Ainun said curiously when she saw her husband walking towards the tomb.

Mr. Ismail was silent. If he chimed in his wife's words. There is a long debate going to happen.

"Already, Ummi. Get angry in the room.." Zidane embraces his Umminyad shoulders. "I'm sorry, Ardian, if he finds out. Later Ummi can be angry as much as in the room, so that no one hears."

Mrs Ainun ended up just grumbling, nagging indistinctly. Glancing at her husband was upset. Fortunately yesterday she asked Mr. Akmal to contact her husband. Yes, although in the end the secret of her husband who does not like Ardian must be known Abinya. But, Mr. Ismail could not refuse anything if his in-laws asked.

When Bu Ainun's entourage arrived at the cemetery. Ms. Santi's family was reading Yasin's surah, already half of it.

Miss Santi was seen wiping her tears several times. He drowned in Bian's arms. Every time he visited the tomb, he would always be like this. Out of nowhere, her memories with her late husband will play neatly in her brain memory.

Bian was seen patting his mother's back. She was also sad, but she could hold back her tears. Maybe because he's a boy, don't want to be said to be a crybaby.

Although Chayra..

His condition was almost the same as his mother's. The girl chose to lean on her husband's shoulder. Losing a father at a young age made him grow up without the affection of a father.

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