ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 117. THANK GOD

Maira continued to clench tightly while rubbing Fiora's shoulders which trembled finely due to the sobbing. He did not want to add to the burden of injury and was disappointed in his cousin-in-law.

Even his intention to ask Fio to retest the pregnancy tool was undo, worried to trigger new hope but immediately crashed back.

After a while.

"Fio, do you feel better?" lirih Maira asked Fayyadh's wife who looked lethargic.

Fiora removed the niqab after believing the door was locked. "Alhamdulillah. Syukron yes Ma'am, has lightened the burden of my heart. I don't know how it feels to face the same question. When to get pregnant, when to get pregnant. Lah wong was not asked, I baper," said Fiora Long.

Maira chuckled, remembering her acting the same as Fiora. "Together. Zie, amplifier. He was very patient .. later, Fayyadh will also be like that, let alone there Umma, safe," said Maira encouraging Fio.

Aiswa's daughter-in-law smiled again and began to share what was a concern for Maira.

"Over time the tool is not accurate or maybe you are too fast. Later on see again yes, but if there is still one sign that must try and continue gaspol," kekeh Maira followed Fio.

"Sama kayak Mas, just said so," he continued.

"Well. So the spirit of Fio. In shay Allah quickly fill, aamiin." Maira rubbed her stomach and stuck it on Fio.

Both of them laughed crisply, momentarily forgetting the turmoil that whipped a moment ago. Until the time of Ashar. The women went out of the guest room to the backyard.

"Asri once and that's cute cat," exclaimed Fiora excited to see many cats in three kennels that seemed ready to be taken away.

"Want? but the promise is yes, well maintained," said Maira release a kind of American Shorthair sapling gray.

"No. I'm amused" Fayyadh said, connecting their conversation.

"Mas, where? I can't, I'll take care of him" pointed Fio at the cat chick that coiled at Maira's feet.

"See the mosque and the workshop for a while, go home yuk," Fayyadh asked later.

"Don't first, that's also Maira I'm careful if you've been holding a cat or pet. Although they are well-maintained, safe but still have to keep health and hygiene," Shan suggested saving Fayyadh.

Ba'da Ashar, FaFi left the Shan residence and returned to Bekasi.

Aiswa had warned Fio to rest because he saw the pale face of his son-in-law when they arrived.

The lady followed the advice of her in-laws, she had been coiled under a blanket ever since ba'da isya. While Fayyadh was out of nowhere, his head was too dizzy so Fiora ignored him around.

Exactly ten o'clock at night.

The eldest son of Amir entered their room on the ground floor. Since arriving earlier, he had Queenaya staff who gave uniform clothes for the wedding of Kaffa and Ryuki, the focus was split when Amir took him to the school dormitory not far from the house, until he forgot that Fiora was not feeling well.

"Fey, are you asleep?" tanya Fayyadh approached the side of the bed.

The man found that his toothpaste had been used up, he opened a new package and put it in its original place. Don't forget to throw the wrapper in the trash.

Pluks.

Fayyadh threw his ass. But a second later he turned towards the trash.

"Eh."

The man took the toothpaste. Then reach for the long thing that has been sitting there since this morning. His narrowed eyes widened, blinked several times, making sure this vision was not a lie.

Fayyadh hastened, running small to the bed intending to wake Fiora but due to the carelessness, his long legs hit the foot of the sofa.

Dugh.

"Aww. Fei, dear."

Fiora heard the faint shriek of her husband's voice, for a moment those pretty eyes opened. "Mas."

"Dear, look." Fayyadh limped to the side of the bed, and handed the object in his hand, causing him to feel pain stumbled on the sofa leg.

Fiora accepted limply, a thread of the thing she suspected. "Th-this?"

Suddenly the net condenses. Fiora started sobbing as she stared at the husband's shady bead that also looked haru.

"Goodbye, dear, to us." Fayyadh hugged Fiora. Both share the same happiness.

"Isn't this really, Mom?"

"Tomorrow check-ups, so be sure. Now rest, don't think about anything else. Sorry I left you alone," continued Fayyadh while rising to the contest.

"Alhamdulillah."

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