ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 105. WE MEET AGAIN

Weekend beautiful girl spent struggling with her new activities as a seller of contemporary drinks.

In the evening when all the work had been completed, his fingers opened the medsos Akshita who was just one day old. Seeing the progress of followers because all day he requires customers to follow Akshita account to get discounted price.

"Alhamdulillah, the drastic rise of these two days and their reviews are all Okay," Fiora's smile expands perfectly.

"Tired, because everything is done alone but tired of missing thanks to your positive response, thankyou," he said happily.

The taut fingers opened the direct message on Akshita account, some customers asked for orders for an event along with two variants of snacks carried by the brand.

"Eh this is a reply message in the initial post," murmured Fiora, opening the photo there.

The monolid eyes condensed, commenting on the smile, he was moved. Oddity accompanied by a sobbing was unintentionally heard, after reading a line of words allegedly from someone.

"Mas."

"What the fuck? don't make me digrep and baper. Altha_FaFi, is Fi my name?" he said he read the name of the account Fayyadh used, between a sad sobbing and a happy smile.

"I want you to go home, baby, I miss you .. That's not what it means? you know, I miss you too."

Fiora clutched her phone tightly. "Mas."

The ayu girl sobbed, she finally gave up, shedding a months-long bated cry. Dare to say longing even though only able to convey in sentences that men nan sholeh notchkan.

"Mas."

Fiora Akshaya, the owner of Flyffy and Akshita, weeps over all the flashbacks of the journey in the solitude she chose.

Longing for loved ones, employees, the work of the father also makes his heart hurt.

Crying before midnight in a boarding room becomes a cure for a congested heart and a body that is forced to toughen. "I surrender. I give up," she said.

"Take care of them, Robb."

If Fio spent the night performing some sunnah prayers and dhikr prayers, then it is not much different what Fayyadh does.

Both agree to keep the love in silence.

The next two months.

A young girl stood in front of a towering white fence. With a slightly vibrating finger, he pressed the intercom panel on one of the outer walls of the fence.

Teeeeeeeeted.

"Yes, good day?"

"Dear, sir, Papa is there?" ask Fio.

Silent.

Security seemed to be hard-earned to recognize the figure of a woman on the screen. But he was no stranger to her voice.

"Papa who?"

"Glenn Aldrich Tusakti, my father," Fiora said.

Pause.

Blank.

"Hello, Sir?" Fio waved in front of the CCTV camera and intercom screen.

"Non, No-na Fi-oo?" the sound behind the fence.

Fiora nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing. "Yes, I."

"Astaghfirullah, sorry Non. Sorry, just a moment I opened. Oh Allah, sorry, Non" said the security guard without stopping, until the magnificent gate was open.

"Nonaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," Sindy ran from the inside as she saw a petite figure standing in front of the fence with the security guard relentlessly bowing to apologize for her inability to recognize the master.

Brugh.

Sindy clutched her young master's body tightly, crying. "Sa-I know where Miss lives, wanting to come there but afraid of being discovered the big master also wanted to try Akshita's coffee which was booming again but the gesture Miss did not want to be approached to hold me," sindy long.

"Yes, it's okay. Already, already. Papa any?" Fio broke down the embrace while wiping away Sindy's tears.

"Non, don't go anymore" continued the security who was also moody.

Fiora only nodded faintly, her heart even pinched. He then ventured into the main residence accompanied by Sindy.

The Princess of Georgia finally set foot back in the spacious terrace which is still decorated with two large pots of aglonema plant relics of the Mother, passing the main door and then turn to the right.

"I'm waiting in the living room, Miss. Just shout if the big master is rampaging later," Kekeh Sindy clasped tightly to Fio's fingers before leaving him.

Febian's older brother, standing in front of his father's study. His heart beat faster like a drum to war, exactly a fragment of the song Dewa 19.

Geck. Geck.

"Lake in." A heavy voice sounded from within.

Fio pressed slowly downwards, handling the stainless door. Slowly the wooden slabs opened.

For a moment both eyes were fixed. Both froze in place. Not believing in each other's visions.

"Hi Pa-aaaa," said Fio.

The twilight man was still unmoved, although he did not deny knowing the voice, longing for his gentle greeting every morning but the appearance of the girl this time still incised the wound in the heart.

"F-fio?"

Fiora's effort to move her neck to nod, the stiffness still dominates the body so much that only the eyelid cues she can feed, as the fall of the clear grain flows from the net end.

"S-here, N-nak ... Pa-paa, Pa-ppaa ka-kang-eeen F-fioo" said Glenn, rising from the seat of greatness.

The old man's hand went down the table, in order to support the trembling body wanting to welcome the biological princess.

Fiora was still silent on the doorstep, her brain ordered her feet to step but as if they were both heavy with stones.

"F-fioo rin-duuu, Pappaaa," Fio replied no less day, his heart was hot, tight, his bronchi were deprived of oxygen so that the girl's chest rumbled up and down.

Glenn managed to stand leaning against his desk, both arms open, ready to welcome Fiora's embrace.

"Papaaa," Georgia's daughter, is finally able to put a chain of stiffness ties at her feet. He walked slowly towards the arms that he longed for.

"Here Son, Fiora Akshaya," Glenn replied sobbing.

Short distances but as if far stretched, making the moment of the encounter both more dramatic.

Fio ran towards the father. "Yetoo."

Grepp's. The two hugged each other.

"Fio, my Fio, my daughter."

"Pa, sorry Fio. Sorry," sobbed Fio kentara in the warm embrace she missed.

Glenn was unable to say, he only nodded faintly, hugging, smelling the head of the princess he tightly held as if he no longer wanted to lose.

"Fios. Thank God," whispered Glenn in thanks.

The long time both in such a position to undo Aldo's steps to enter the room. Sindy, who heard her two masters give each other a longing with cries, did not deserve to make her tears recede.

"Thank God, Yolo, Do. Alhamdulillah, yolo," he said, patting Aldo's arm repeatedly to make the young man grimace, but unable to dispel Sindy's actions.

Aldo then closed the door to the office of the head of the educational institution, so that both of them freely pour out their longing.

"Don't get scattered, everyone gets hurt in the end. No place as beautiful as a house, whatever the inhabitants, must always be able to make you home."

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...Allahumma barik lana fi rajaba wa sya'bana wa ballighna romadhon wa hashshil maqoshidana, bi rohmatika ya arhamar rohimin. ...