ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 116. HOPEFULNESS

"Raline, right?" tanya Dila made sure when she reached the doorway.

"Yes, right Mother."

"First enter yuk, accompany Mother ngeteh Pomegranate and cobain Turkish delight," asked Dilara while pulling Raline's hand.

"Hmm, is that Bun?" she hesitated, as she passed by the living room.

"Yes dessert. Kind of sweets, the shape is similar to dodol if here, there is a mixture of pistachio nut chop, also fruit aroma. Raline's not allergic to peanuts or honey, is she?" search Dila when it has reached the family room.

The girl nodded slowly. "No Bun, I'm an all-eater" Raline chuckled around the couch and sat there.

Mrs Qavi asked the maid to prepare warm Turkish pomegranate tea for her and cold for Raline, not to forget to ask for two jars of Turkish delight as well as baklava.

Syaharan still faithfully accompanied the two women who seemed cool in chatting forgetting himself and paper bag souvenirs from Raline.

"Ck, I'm not bargaining, Bun?" aran's idle teases the exciting chatter of two women, who discuss the return of Maira and Shan.

"Eh, what are you doing here? not going out for coffee?" said Dila reminded the youngest son of his original intention.

"It's not ah." Aran pretended to open the bag that Raline was carrying, taking out a few packs from it.

"Said Mbak earlier, want to eliminate fatigue. Ngopi santuy below. You are also sikembar there, Ran," Dila again.

"Ish, sayain not so, Mother likes the meaning of dih," complained Shaharan.

"Hey, what's this called?" aran asked Raline when she picked up a box of tea.

"Polite, his name is Raline. Princess uncle Rey is your brother's friend. Raline's mother works with Mother Naya, Shan's brother-in-law. Confused right? just call the name so, and there gih, this is a woman's business," Dila reprimanded again reminding Shaharan.

"Liar Bun, it's okay. That ginger tea, mix with lemongrass can relieve nausea. Also mix Mother, spice tea can be drunk with milk. Pregnant women are usually moody so who knows this drink is suitable for Ms. Maira," explained Raline.

"You, Uncle Rey's son? the former spy, right? jago nembak donk," said Aran, remembering the masculine male figure who betrothed Shan to Maira.

Raline simply smiled as she nodded faintly in response to Aran's words.

"Don't start," Dilara recalled to the son.

The second son Dila put on a flat face at his mother's reprimand. "If you're a gunfighter, try to shoot me" shaharan chortled again.

"Can, start. Go no," drive Dila over to Aran preparing to pick up his son's slightly recalcitrant ear.

"Shoot you, you mean?" Raline digested the speech of the young man in front of her. Then he gave a cynical smile. You are flirty, he thought.

While Dila drove out the Shaharan, the maid came to bring treats and present them to the table.

"Please" he said, retreating slowly.

"Thank you Ma'am .. Come on, Raline, tasting. This pomegranate tea is very good, if you like honey, can mix," said Dilara while sitting back in the original place after his bad boy managed to drive him out.

Instead of going out of the house to continue the intention, Syaharan actually met Ezra again in the room. Asking details about Raline is also still strong with Athirah of course.

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One month later.

This weekend, Gamaliel's son's wedding reception will be held in Jakarta. Both families were again preoccupied with the big event Kusuma Wardhani as well as Ar-rasyid.

Fayyadh has been in Bekasi since two days ago, inhabiting his home, with his extended Zaidi family.

When Maira more relaxed to undergo pregnancy that enters the second trimester. Another thing with Fiora. Fayyadh is tense waiting for the results of the pregnancy test that Fiora has just tried.

"Fei, already?" askinya in front of the bathroom door.

"Already, Mas. But just one, huh?" the answer is when opening the bathroom door.

Fayyad looked at the long object, confirming what Fiora said. "Try it again, you haven't been this lucky Fei wrote," Fayyadh cheered, pulling Fiora in a hug. Muffling the sadness that may arise this morning.

"He em." Fiora pinned her head on her husband's chest. Don't want to see Fayyadh's disappointed face this morning.

"We're playing to Shan. In Cibubur, check out the free training center for children who want to learn archery or horse riding. Cool again, the courtyard of Maira's house was directly facing the mosque as well as the area," Fayyadh said unceasingly admiring Shan's brilliant brain.

The housing complex that was originally very quiet, he turned into a center of religious tourism points in Cibubur. Many organizations that Shan managed there, including social action caring for wild animals as well as workshops for beginner breeders.

"Talent to be Dad's daughter-in-law, the idea was brilliant. The project with Syaharan was a success, as it turned out," said Fayyadh while helping Fiora change clothes.

"Mas."

"I'm not disappointed, many more chances to try, honey."

Fiora looked at the manic eyes of the husband, and tried to smile before they left the room.

An hour's drive to the cousin's house.

Fiora looks limp, as Fayyadh's Honda City is about to arrive at Shan's residence. Maira has welcomed them in front of the courtyard of the house, to the right of the futuristic residence there is a mosque with a unique architect but still impressed religious.

"Hi, how's Fio eh Arwa," Maira said as she watched the woman with the niqab get out of the car.

"Fio alone Ma'am," greeted Fio while hugging his cousin-in-law.

"Where's shan?" ask Fayyadh.

"Tuh, in the backyard of the Mosque. Again ask Elma changein to train children," said Maira as her index finger pointed west.

"Ziiieeeeee, Iaaang, Babyyyy .. there is Mas" exclaimed Maira from the terrace waving and kiss bye for her husband to turn to her.

Fiora laughed at Maira's behavior, the captain of the Warriors turned out to be hilarious. "Mom, can you get pregnant again yell, no stomach cramps?" ask Fio again.

"No. Most Zie will be busy if I complain," maira cheered while pulling Fio's arm to go inside.

A few minutes later.

"The doctor is very busy, yes" said Fayyadh as Shan approached his guest.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma. Sorry this dryness hit hot, enter yuk .. ngisi just time if not to the clinic and rangajar. I've been reducing hours to campus as well as in the clinic since Ai was pregnant," Shan explained as she entered the residence.

Just now both of them sit in the family room, waiting for a typical Turkish treat as well as ginger coffee made by Baba Gamal, Fio nausea and almost vomiting there.

"Innalillahi, Fei," Fayyadh panicked. Directly to the wife towards the sink.

Maira was no less furious, but Shan held back to keep her calm.

"Pregnant as it is, Zie?"

"Try asking, Ai. Take the test, too, Fio's blood pressure check, can't you, honey?" saran Shan, while rubbing Maira's distended stomach.

"Ehm, could. I'm going to be too." Maira leaves Shan in the living room towards the guest room bathroom.

"Sir, how late is it? let me be, check tension first." Maira patted and gently massaged Fiora's nape.

"So morning test, but negative Ma'am. Suddenly dizzy and nauseous, it has been felt since the road when heading here," objected Fio to Maira's prediction.

"Follow Mahya first, Fei. Come to the room," Fayyadh asked Fiora to lie on the bed.

Shan went into the room, checking if his wife was doing a good job.

"It's a weak tension, Mas. Then drink warm first yes, let it be fresher. Let the women here. Ai and Mbak will help Fio," asked Shan to give Fayyadh space.

After the departure of the men, Fio sobbed. Maira understood, she had felt the same way. His lips did not want to say much, the female leader of the army just hugged Fiora tightly. Power for him.

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