ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 109. BOTH CRYING

Glenn left his daughter just like that, he then walked into the study. Open the letter that was sent to him.

"Good morning, Mr. Glenn."

"Include me Shihab, a good friend of Raden Mas RajaWisesa. A few months ago, he left a girl. Not to be wrought into a Muslimah but only provided a safe residence from the plural of street crime."

"Miss Fiora is still very obedient with previous beliefs despite being included in the Muslim area. We only help our fellow creatures of God with the love they have, because of the religious advice of rahmatan lil alamin."

"So gradually, your daughter asked a lot of questions outside the habits of people who embrace the heritage religion. Miss Fiora was very critical in comparing the various sciences she understood from other teachings, until one day she came to me at dawn. Crying and saying the word shahadah."

"That word comes from God, not a servant, guardian or priest. All good things come from the Creator. Don't you blame Miss Fiora for what was chosen. She, will remain your daughter, no one can snatch from Mr. Glenn."

"Thank you so much for educating Miss Fiora and keeping her up to be a religious figure in her previous faith. Devoted to him, will never break up because of differences in spiritual principles, birrul walidain will continue to walk."

His gaze fluttered through the dominant glass window in the room.

He pondered something for a long time, then pulled out his cell phone and contacted someone there.

His smile was rising at once relieved. This was probably the best thing he could do as a father. After the matter was settled, since he had given up completely to the fellow, Glenn exited the room looking for Fiora.

The late Georgian husband saw his daughter sitting on the backyard porch.

"Cho."

"Ehm, huh Pa?"

"Are you angry with Papa?" ask Glenn.

Fiora fell silent. He tried to withstand the turmoil of the heart, as much as possible no longer want to hurt the father.

"Cho."

"Hmm, no Pa. Wh why? in my sincere God, Fio dengerin Papa this time but if to take back something that Fio already believes, I'm reluctant," he said not to look at the face of the father. He was busy pushing something out at the end of the net.

"Thank God. So what did Papa say, right?" glenn again.

This time the face of the ayu turned towards her father at a glance and then lowered her head back. "Yes." Yeah."

Glenn got up, rubbing his daughter's head gently. "Maghrib soon. Don't you get ready to pray or pray, honey?"

**One second. Two seconds. Verg**.

Fiora. "What did Papa say?"

"Are you not salaried or praying?" rephrase Glenn on his word.

"Pa's."

"If that's your choice, worship well and obey, Fio."

Instantly the hard-earned dew he endured, it also decayed. Glenn began to soften. Fio sobbed as he rose to hug his father. "Syukron, Pa."

The man, who was near dusk, patted Fiora's arm and rubbed her back. "Be a devout Muslim, sholihah yes if said Mas. Give Papa time to receive Fio back huh. Explain to Febian that her brother's choice was not wrong. Papa is still adjusting to you."

"All Papa's thoughts, how to deal with a large family, insinuations or insults may even be shunned circle, Papa must accept. You know, this reason? although not everyone judges the same but at the beginning of each event, of course, there are pros and cons."

Fiora simply nodded in the arms of the Father. Although he did not get what he wanted, Glenn's reception was like a breath of fresh air for now.

Ba'da isha.

Fio grabbed the device on the bed. Doubt wants to open a chat there, but his heart says it must be so that there is no more false hope. He will give you an answer today.

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"Assalamu'alaikum." Fiora.

**One minute, silence**.

"Wa'alaikum." Reply Fayyadh.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Abah wrote complete because he knew that Fiora was a Muslim.

"How are things? sorry to bother you again yes, long disappeared from the circulation of the Earth's rotation cycle, hehe."

"Thank God be good, son Fio. Monggo if there's anything to say" replied Abah.

"Where are you going anyway? don't tell me, I've been waiting, information to Abah let me not worry." Cecar Fayyadh long.

"Mas."

"Eh, sorry Mas. Not perfect, the hape is dead. I want it to be the same Abah, which should I choose? between parent's devotion or heart's desire?"

"Is that so?" Fiora retaliated.

"Rubber."

"Aren't you me, Fio?" ask Fayyadh again.

"No ah. My answer must be the same, right?"

"Yes the same."

"Thank you everyone, I've helped Fio a lot over the years. I say yes, Abah, Mas because no longer cooperating. Also keep my heart safe because there is Mas. Assalamu'alaikum."

~ Fiora left.

"Baaaah." Fayyadh.

Chat ends.

The young man who was still struggling with the court etiquette reading came out of the room looking for the whereabouts of the Grandfather.

"Abaaaaaahh."

"Maaa! Athaghfirullah, it's night. New guy wants to sleep. Abah in the front pendopo, again there is a decorator guest," said Aiswa who had just come out of Danarhadi's room.

"Decorator? make what?"

"Oh yes I forgot. Two more days, you're applying. He said again istikharah, what is the answer?" tanya Aiswa pulled Fayyadh's arm to sit on the family room sofa.

**dogh**.

"La-marans? who to, Umma? why don't you tell me?" fayyadh said in surprise, his face pias.

"Yesterday Umma equals Abah, nadzor girl. You said everything Umma said, and he was our choice, mentally ready because he wanted to be a husband," said Aiswa again.

"Su-husband, in two days? first, where's the bio? CV her? before, Umma always showed me why not now?" fayyadh's protests are firm.

Aiswa still intends to flirt. "Eh yes I forgot. Tomorrow you will be asked .. let's tell the story, what is the answer to your dream, Mas," urged Athirah's mother.

"Free, wong's got a hammer done."

"Yee, tell me a story first. Later Umma leaked out who you will marry," kekeh Aiswa again, exclaims teasing his eldest son.

Fayyadh was provoked to know who his future wife, until the answer to the dream was revealed.

"I've been dreaming of him all of a sudden. Since the despair with Maira, also at the same time know Fio. Amazingly, those beautiful eyes appeared. If I've seen him sit before, or stand in all black clothes. Another thing with a gesture these few days .. I still see the same woman, wearing the niqab but this time with all-white clothes. Those eyes, Arwa's."

"However, my heart says that I love Fiora, Umma. How'this? clue of Shan hinted that between Fio and Arwa is one person, but I can't be sure of any more details because of my limitations" Fayyadh's great-grandson lowered his head. He looks like he shed tears.

"Mas."

Fayyadh slid into Aiswa's lap, crying there. "Mas, Umma disguised Fiora for you yesterday, the answer is two days away, then Abah is ready."

"Umma don't lie. Fio was asked, choose which between filial piety to parents with a choice of heart, and Abah answered, must choose parents. Fio said, as soon as I understand, he will reject my proposal, right?" his stuff is getting louder.

****. Notification to enter Aiswa's phone.

The ayu woman, opening the message, turns out to be from Fiora.

"Assalamu'alaikum Umma's. I want to give an answer to Mas's sermon. Sorry if I said this in a short message. Tomorrow, Papa will go to Kusuma's residence to give an official answer."

"Fio chose Papa, because he said he would not come to my wedding" Fiora wrote, Aiswa reciting her message.

"So with a heavy heart, I want to focus on filial piety to Papa so that God softens his heart if a gentleman comes back. Forgive Fio all this time, Umma. I hope I can still have a good relationship with you. Wassalamu'alaikum."

"No, her cue is clear...." Fayyadh sank his face into Aiswa's lap.

"Patience, Mas. Umma will look for Arwa then," he softly said with a knotty smile.

"But I just realized my love for Fio, even though Arwa is a dream gesture...."

"*Love kok dipendam, fortunately umma smart read your gelagat, Mas, Mas*."

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