ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 10. IMPREGNATIONS

Earlier.

After reading the letter from Nyai Shihab, Glenn pondered. The corner of his lips was pulled upwards forming a smile.

He then closed his eyes, a faint, smiling Georgian shadow looking at him from the flower garden in the backyard. "Georgia, it's for your happiness."

Glenn grabbed the phone, called Wisesa. The man said that as Fiora's biological father, he accepted Fayyadh's proposal and still wanted to move on to the next process. But this time, the Tusakti family did not do much preparation to avoid the suspicion of the princess.

Since Nyai Shihab is not in Indonesia, the marriage contract procession will be carried out together with the application. Glenn chose his backyard as a place of kabul ijab procession because it was a favorite place of Georgia.

"Later I will accompany Fio right after isya, bringing all her needs so as not to leave the room all night. I'll have WO set the backdrop down and MuA will come right after dawn. For the male guests the invitation is released. But from my side, only close relatives, local officials to register a marriage certificate," Glenn said.

Abah understood, the man wanted to give his best on his daughter's special day. Hearing Glenn's request, Kusuma prepared from their return that day.

After getting Takakti's answer from Abah, Aiswa contacts Shan without pause asking the man to arrange everything. Until the evening when Kusuma's son-in-law reported to Danarhadi in the room, their secret work was over. Amirzain's wife came out of Danarhadi's room when she heard the screams of Fayyadh looking for her grandfather.

At the end of the night.

The two people are different places but one hope, the same is up to both hands, pleading the spaciousness of all ignorance in accepting the stroke of destiny as a servant.

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H-1.

Tazkiya's family should have gathered at Danarhadi's residence, but Shan arranged all the large family accommodations in one hotel because Takatti asked for a temporary thanksgiving while also wanting to get to know Kusuma and Tazkiya's extended family privately.

If Tusakti is busy preparing the ballroom, another thing with Shan. The young man attempted to book several hotel cars to take the group to the venue. Also prepare laskar so that the long accompaniment when going to the Hotel does not make the atmosphere of the highway.

Both of them often make calls, like now.

"Umma, done for all events. Mommy arrived this afternoon as well as preparing the nuclear family wardrobe ... Tazkiya is also Wardhani. Me and Ai, flying this afternoon because my job here can't be left. Tomorrow morning in she Allah is in Solo so that Ahya can rest for a while because my wife is pregnant nine weeks," Long Shan wrote on the message he sent to Aiswa.

"God, Umma nyusahin you mean yes Shan. Sorry for not knowing this. Mabruk ya Shan, waladun sholih sholihah, mufti, mufid wa muflih, aamiin," Aiswa's prayer streak for the nephew. The conversation over the air ended.

Shan was relieved, the task given to him had been completed. Time to concentrate on seeing the wife who is also busy coordinating with the irregulars via streaming.

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The Guna couple and the Zaidi Family have arrived at Joglo Ageng. But they split up places. Naya arranges the hotel rooms that Shan has reservations for their extended family, Wardhani also Tazkiya. Do not forget to directly divide the uniformity for the wedding ceremony tomorrow morning.

Every day Fayyadh looks gloomy in the room, he is accompanied by Athirah and Hanan who continue to keep him busy with their various schoolwork. Both of them got a mission from Aiswa to continue to accompany the brother.

Amir and Abah head to Kebon, choosing flowers and arrangements for the evening decor at the besan's residence and their thanksgiving hotel.

Aiswa's busyness that afternoon, he paced back and forth asking for a neat arrangement for the blue-tinted offerings. Tazkiya's family has just arrived but there is Naya who accompanies, so Amir's wife is not too confused.

"This is it, lightning, instant. Good thing to have EO, decor raw materials, as well as wardrobe owned by the family, try if impromptu all, ambyar will not be able to," murmured the Lady Zaidi.

By night.

The atmosphere of Joglo Ageng began to be safely controlled and sentosa. Amir invited Fayyadh to speak four eyes in the pendopo.

"Mas, the signal in Arwa's dream, your proposal is also rejected by Fiora. Yowes how you doing?"

"What's wrong, Umma asked for Arwa, right?"

"Well yes, it means according to the wishes of the Mas. As for taste, love can grow. But if you do not want to yes do not be imposed, mumpung not yet in the title," said Amir later.

"From the number of men, the girl only wanted to be nadzor twice, first by relatives of Mangkunegaran and lastly the same Umma. The guardian of his people who received your sermon directly. Still having doubts where?" insist on the Father.

Fayyadh.

"Arwa's nyari is half dead, Shan said. Dah aidedin, istikharah, cue why is it still so?" cecar Amir again, it is very difficult to get an answer to the honesty of Fayyadh.

"Yes it is."

"That move, yesterday you did not ask the proposal of his intention so what to Arwa?" tegur Amir.

"Let her voice look like Fio's" she was scared because Amir stared hard.

"Sad you are. The proposal came in, accepted even not grateful. Inget loh Mas, married love each other is a gift but love that is married, it is an obligation .. already, there is prayer hajat first, tomorrow want ijab do not misfortune to wake up," said the father.

"Sampe today I did not receive CV Arwa, Umma how the hell?" his weakness while rising up looking for the Mother into the main residence.

Fayyadh's fears finally met a common ground. He saw Aiswa sipping tea in the backyard, sitting on a long bale. Young master Zaidi, approaching the Mother.

"Umma."

"Eh, handsome guy why the moody? here Mas." Aiswa opened her arms while patting her pillow-clad thigh for Fayyadh to sit down with.

"Where CV Arwa, I want to see first" he lamented again.

"Please see tomorrow" Aiswa once again. This beautiful woman will give a long message for the son.

Amir's son lay his head on Umma's lap. Aiswa's cotton-white lentic fingers, gently caressing a favorite child.

"Mas, Umma will not force something that Mas does not like and want, hopefully this time the choice of Umma is not wrong ... Mas that in addition to the boy will also lead the family later, do not hesitate every decision will be made. Get Arwa directly involved, respect his opinion."

"The woman likes the word love, do not be stingy to praise, show feelings clearly because it is like a fertilizer of affection. Girls also crave gentle, clever men put themselves in."

"We also like men with good looks, neat, fragrant in every situation. Do not approach Arwa when Mas's body is wet with sweat and dirty, dusty clothes, the smell of the sun, because his mind will complain. Although if Mas ordered something, the body was always obedient but the heart felt reluctant .. This is the version of Umma, but Alhamdulillah Abi not so," Kekeh Aiswa interrupted by long sentences.

"The house is like a palace to a woman, she feels like a queen. Don't ask Arwa to choose between Mas and his family. Treat him, gauli well. Women are created from ribs, it is part of beauty and charm, not disgrace. If Arwa is wrong, then straighten it out, don't break your heart or just leave it so it gets crooked."

Fayyadh listened carefully to the Mother's wobble, his hands clasped Aiswa's palms and then he held them over his chest.

"Wise to respond to the mood when Arwa is menstruating or puerperal. Be a good friend, for when a woman is married, her soul is bound by the pledge, she will be a prisoner of Mas. Spread your chest and shoulders so she can comfortably lean back. Thankful yes, thank Arwa more and lack because he is also very trying to accept Mas as a whole."

"Do not give priority to Umma as long as your wife's needs are not perfect because your mother still belongs to her husband, in she Allah Abi is sufficient. Bakti Mas to Umma many ways, not just material."

"Arwa in shay Allah is a good girl, bismillah yes sholehnya Umma," Aiswa kissed the link of Fayyadh's palm.

Her tears were dripping, as if just yesterday she had given birth to this handsome son to the world.

"My Umma, Maa shaya Allah sholihah though fierce," said Fayyadh while smiling to wipe the tears that came out of the net corner of the narrow Mother.

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...😭 totality Aiswa fajri...