ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 101. SENSITIVITY OF TWO WOMEN

"What?" ask Fayyadh.

"Bentar Mas's. Ai's taking a shower" Shan said.

Fayyadh told Shan that his best friend told him details about Arwa. Their current sikon is also another, he is determined to submit a proposal to get a nadzor chance so that he can hear more of the girl's voice.

As Fayyadh was speaking, there was a whisper from the other end of the phone.

"Woyy, what else? I'm dicuekin, Shan Shaaaann.." exclaimed Fayyadh behind the call.

"Bantuin Ahya's. I'm just horrified, Mom."

"Halo Kak, assalamu'alaikum .. I directly yes, dengerin first do not cut. According to the photo that Zie scanned in landscape as Arwa skirted the accompaniment. When he moves his hand up it looks like this little dot like a pendulum, like Fiora's, the photo you gave Zie, try to open an e-mail on the laptop and zoom. That ain't it? if it's similar, you have to make sure of something" Maira said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" said Fayyadh.

Thereafter. Silent.

Blank.

"Where do you look?"

"I'm not sure but, just similar," hesitated Fayyadh.

"Also, when Zie tried to coordinate with Shofie, she caught a glimpse of the same bracelet. So it's Brother's job, make sure two girls. If the shadow of a pair of eyes in a dream can be ascertained belongs to Arwa then we have to prove the bracelet with a pendulum to get the identity of Fiora," explained Maira again.

"Does my brother have any conclusions?"

"Voice, Maira. As he spoke, it looked like my Fio. It's only a faint cause only a glimpse. But Allen's lead was like two people were opposite. The girl prepared Nyai for someone, Arwa was receiving two more ta'aruf filings. How's this?"

"What's? high quality singles. Submit a proposal through Allen Kak" Maira's message.

"I also want that, the intention left to Allen but after giving an answer to Abi and Umma for the submission of two girls," complained Fayyadh.

"Yassaalaaaammmm .. bestselling yes, until queuing," Shan said from a distance.

"Yes that was it first. I got the full info from Allen. Well investigate it too, because we're almost opening up all the veils, the rest of one doank. Room contents Arwa. Ajmi is still trying," Maira concluded.

"Mas. Mas. My message, focus on the condition of the two girls first. You know what, like waiting for each other ... don't feel it?" said Shan.

"You mean, Shan?"

"Arwa is prepared for someone. And Mas, do not want to accept other girls especially after seeing the real figure of Arwa. Try to apply yourself, who knows is indeed the figure that he will be," added Shan.

"Should it be soon, is it Shan?"

"Tried, with effort. She's also a girl with a good background isn't she?" connect Maira.

Shan has the identity of Arwa, but he wants Fayyadh to be more sensitive.

"Let him find out who that figure is, dear."

"He em's. Though it was obvious to look at it, but Kak Fayyadh is still not firm. He should have known if he dared to call his name at that time .. kan gam-bling," said Maira again.

"Especially now Umma is in the same hospital. He should be easier to find, we help slowly let his heart recognize," said Shan.

"Sister isn't in a treat like us, Zie. He also hesitated a lot, if told directly like he was just quiet, not cool ah. They are always around and waiting for each other. Imagine, the number of men who came, the girl who proposed but both did not flinch for what reason? there is already a figure of nan in love in the heart, but slow to realize," concluded Maira Long.

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Fayyadh considered Maira's advice, especially Shan's remarks that asked to focus on the health of both.

"Shan, his clue syukron. I know, you've found my Fio but want this heart to be firm first, right?"

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Indonesian, Solo.

Kencana Biru Hospital.

Aiswa watched carefully all the behavior of the patient next to the room of the princess.

As the curtain blurted out, the guard santri momentarily left the patient there alone, Aiswa approached.

"Have you felt better?" asked Aiswa gently, stroking her feet covered in blankets as well as slipping on the bed.

"Alhamdulillah" he replied.

Amirzain's wife stared fixedly into the two beads of the girl's eyes in front of him. He slowly approached and sat down beside the bed. The pure white clothes clasped the girl's palm.

Stared intensely by the unpretentious figure, the faithful girl with her niqab lowered her head. No longer dare to stare at the two shady eyeballs of Aiswa.

"Umma misses someone, misses a lot. Your age is like. Umma hoped, she was fine even in solitude, healthy and strengthened in all circumstances even though there was no support," Aiswa stroked her lowered face. Grasping his wrist.

"It's always good, baby."

Aiswa inching closer. The Amirzain woman cried, hugging the frail body that was drooping weakly there. She gently caressed the head of a real woman similarly sobbing without a sound.

"Umma go home first. May God please bring us together again yes," whispered Aiswa peeked at the forehead of the girl who was considered foreign to others who saw her.

As Aiswa began packing, Athirah who was already sitting in a wheelchair approached the figure behind the niqab.

"Hai Brother. I'm Zeda, thank you so much for always taking her everywhere. Zeda was finally able to meet Brother, strong yes," whispered princess Amir, pointing at something before kissing the girl's palm that was still sobbing.

"I'm very good at talking to strangers. It seems like I have a bond with my brother. Syukron," said Athirah smiling sweetly.

Aiswa pushes Athirah's wheelchair after the Warni picks them up in the room, bringing them some of their belongings.

He looked blankly at the two women who had just been kind to him. After the door of the treatment room closed, her cries broke.

The narrow and haggard-looking shoulders were shaking violently. He grabbed a pillow to cover his face that had been covered in the niqab. So that the loud stuffing is not heard.

No one can resist the charm of Aiswa's hospitality but his lips are muddled, his heart-wrenching desire to hold him to talk despite merely returning a mother's warm embrace.

"Aarrggghhh, strengthen my heart Robb. Assist me," a swipe of grief sounded until it accidentally made the hose of infection jammed.

The santri guard who had just re-entered after coming from the cafeteria was surprised to find that his trust service drooped weakly with a partially red infusion hose.

"God!"

She rushed to lay her groceries on the floor and ran to the nun's desk in front of the cluster asking for help to fix her best friend's infusion hose immediately.

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Along the way back to Joglo Ageng, Aiswa never stopped reviewing the events of last night in their treatment room. What he saw to say was a sentence of grief and longing for a familiar stranger.

"Mas, have to ask Mas," he said to make sure something.

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...😭 chapter 100 goes up after 19 hours, hopefully this one gets away fast....