ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 111. HAPPY NIGHT

Aiswa kissed Fayyadh's cheek one last time, because tomorrow he belongs to Arwa even though the boy belongs to his mother.

"Biii, please bring a brown map at the room table," cried Aiswa when he heard Amir calling his name from within.

Shortly thereafter.

"Rohi," Amir joined the two sitting on a long bale.

"Monggo read, Mas." Aiswa hands the brown map from Amir's hand to Fayyadh.

The young man sat in the middle of the two old men. Open the envelope hook and pull the paper from there. "This is my proposal, Umma" asked Fayyadh, his face beginning to be astonished.

"Read it all first" replied Amir later.

A minute has passed.

The handsome face looked up, looking at Aiswa. Fayyadh's mixed expression showed Aiswa, he repeatedly reread the writing on the paper he held and then confirmed to the Mother.

"Iya Mas, it's Arwa, Mas's Fio" said Aiswa Parau, holding back the taste of haru.

Hearing his mother's words, Fayyadh's palms he lifted up to close his face, the paper in his hand fell to the floor.

His body trembled withstanding so that the sobbing was not too obvious. Amir's son's shoulder, gently patted by the father. "Qobul hajat, his name. Mabruk, Mas, guarded, dear, glorify Arwa and invite him to reach jannah together because His Heaven has moved on to Mas. Use the rules of fiqh Ad dhararu yuzal, understand Abi?" asked Amir softly.

In a bated cry, Fayyadh nodded. While Aiswa was so fervent, her heart was too happy.

"Still not sure now, Mom? want to hear his voice?" said Aiswa again.

Fayyadh opened the palm that covered his face, turning to the Mother. While Amir took a tissue to wipe the trail of tears beloved son.

"Bo-can k-kah, Umma?" tanyanya.

"May, but I don't make a sound. Diem. I just want to cry, not talk," teased Aiswa again.

"Already Rohi, it did not matter if he was made moody two days. Lekas call Arwa," said Amir ended the actions of ignorant Aiswa.

Tuout. Tuout. Connected calls.

Two seconds later.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Arwa." Aiswa's soft voice changed to call Fio to Arwa.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Um-maaa is this really? a-me and Mas?" that cheerful voice now trembled as it said its sentence.

"Yes Dear. This Mas is also beside Umma, again with Arwa speaking. Has it started her boyfriend's night?" ask Aiswa again. He sent two women to the Takakti residence to decorate Fio's left hand with a little henna as well as other sunnah preparations that his future son-in-law must do before going to bed and take a bath later in the morning.

Fio's subtle-sounding at the end there. "D-is just starting. I used to wish and saw him briefly asked. Umma, a-I," said Fiora, still holding sobs.

"Many prayers are Arwa, Istighfar, sholawat so that the heart is calm. Forgive us for making you two like this since yesterday."

"This is God."

"Yes, baby. Umma wants a lecture here just a moment, Assalamu'alaikum." Aiswa closes the call.

Greep.

Fayyadh immediately hugged his mother, tightly. Whispering many words of thanks is also a prayer for Aiswa.

"Aamiinu. Already Mas, there welcome Njid in front, we pay first tonight." Aiswa patted Fayyadh's shoulders gently to break down the embrace. While Amir rubbed his eldest son's back full of affection.

"What do you want to dowry? not prepared yet, is it?" ask Aiswa.

"Money is easy. Fiora, 6,969,100. I don't have that kind of cash, I'll have to withdraw cash first dong," Fayyadh replied to Aiswa.

"Abi is there, Mas just transfer to Umma account because the dowry must be of his own ability," added Amir.

"By." Amir's turn this time was embraced by Fayyadh.

"Oh Allah, tomorrow is already a husband loh Mas, still spoiled like this. Come meet your brother in front," Amir rubbed his son's head.

The three then left the bale towards the front pendopo that had been decorated in such a way. It looks like the big family of Tazkiya, also Kusuma has been sitting in a circle and lined up neatly there. Abah has even started tawassul as well as opening prayer of the ceremony.

"Ciyeee, mantain. Surprise" said Gamaliel and Abyan.

"Baba, Mom. You're evil ish." Fayyadh was pulled by Amir to sit next to his grandfather and great-grandfather.

"The Request of Umma nih Mas. Even we are part of the hotel where your event tomorrow" reply Almahyra.

"Continue the study first, later on," concluded Aiswa.

Kusuma, Tazkiya and Wardhani, their three extended families gathered at Joglo Ageng to pray for Fayyadh so that the marriage that will be held tomorrow morning is filled with the Grace of God as well as blessing.

Two hours passed.

The group will return to the hotel. Fayyadh is astonished why Shan and Maira did not appear. Are they absent from attending. While it is the irregulars who come and stay at Joglo Ageng.

"Where are Maira and Shan, Bun?" ask Fayyadh to Naya when they're about to leave.

"Rest, because new arrival. Maira again fill almost want three months so Shan still keep really let him not soybean. They send greetings to Mas, tomorrow see you, ask for understanding, Mas," said Naya when she was about to leave.

"Eh really? alhamdulilah, who is waiting to be present also after almost two years huh, Bun?" Fayyadh sumringah heard her cousin had been pregnant.

"For a year and a half, thank God, do'ain Mas. Mommy saying yes," concluded Naya into the car and joined the accompaniment.

After the family disbanded, it was Abdialem Joglo Ageng's turn to prepare the venue for the day after the opening of the thanksgiving house at Danarhadi's residence.

While in the luxurious house of Takatti.

Glenn actually will keep the busyness that began to be obvious since late afternoon. But Aiswa requests to tell Fiora to change her original plan.

The eldest daughter is now getting a series of treatments ahead of tomorrow morning. Fio's must cry made Glenn come to shed tears as his daughter hugged tightly incessantly in thanksgiving.

"Papa said, don't want to be present at your wedding. But give your blessing to Arwa Feiyaz Akshita. Your new name, if later you want to change the name Fiora, Papa allows," said Glenn at the time.

"Let Arwa be my Muslim name and identity. But I'm still Fiora to Papa and all official identities" Fio replied, bringing relief to Glenn's face.

"Blessed be Mas ya Fio, devote yourself to him."

The night ended with relief in every human being involved in the maintenance of a happy and sacred day tomorrow morning.

Near midnight, the two chanted many temples of prayer and hope. Thanking God for all the events that will lead to happiness that they will be ahead.

At one in the morning, both Fiora and Fayyadh, still look at the dark sky tonight.

"It turns out, it's you, dear Fio."

"Mas. Lead me to come with you, Hattal jannah. Aamiin's."

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