ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 12. CONFIDENTIAL

Throughout the day, Maira's mood was filled with something uplifting. Until late afternoon when he arrived at the residence, a smile still adorns the face like a child blasteran.

Biiippw. Maira opened the apartment door.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ajmiiiiii," cried the elder brother calling Mifyaz.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Where's it?" the voice of a man, from the living room sofa.

Maira turned to the right, at the origin of the voice.

"Eh, Brother Fayyadh. Been long? lonely very .. hmm, I entered first yes," said Maira dingukan, busy looking for friends so that he was not both.

"Dad Mahen just arrived, was bathing like that. Mifyaz, in the room and Mother, I don't know. Not back with you?" ask Fayyadh with a flat face.

"Ck, handsome but not jutek also time ... Mother still had a client earlier when I broadcast. Out of the office, nothing ... Ok, enjoy your time," Maira passed.

"You didn't answer me, Mahya?"

Sreg. Maira stop.

Mahendra's eldest daughter turned back to Fayyadh. He decided to sit on a single sofa, face to face with her to explain something.

"Sister, I'm sorry I refused to leave because I've done a lot of work. The file from my father hasn't been seen.. Next week I'm in Charity, so I have to practice. After Walimah Kak Fatima, the task of laskar is waiting. So it takes a lot of coordination to the headquarters so that the mission secured to us can be fulfilled properly. Also, I have no interest. Sorry," Maira explained the reason behind her refusal.

"Well, who said there was no interest? I ask your opinion on the house" replied Fayyadh.

Either Maira is insensitive to the cues of the handsome cousin or Fayyadh is still hesitating to delay revealing the clarity of feelings for Maira.

"Hmmm you should take your future wife there, not me. Or references from furniture catalogs can be. My taste might not be the same as someone you would choose," said Maira, trying to be ordinary. He didn't want his heart to hope and then hurt.

Fayyadh was silent, disappointed by Maira's reply that afternoon. Whether the girl is insensitive to him or he already has a lover.

"Sorry, I just don't want to hope. Also, not necessarily the extended family agrees, sister. Don't put any hope in me." Maira felt like she had to say this in order to calm her heart.

"Are you Maira? what holds me back is because of the message of umma to complete my studies first, that's why I'm chasing you half to death so that I can graduate together this year. I can't deny his wish but hope you understand without having to say anything about the heart, it's hard. It's up to God."

Fayyadh rose to his feet, leaving Maira alone. There are no preventive measures coming out of the sweet lips of Princess Kusuma.

Huft.

The girl chose to go into the workspace, looking at the pile of files there until the father appeared in the same room.

"Darling, why was that? I heard you talked to Fayyadh."

"Heem. Explaining the reason for the rejection was also my heart and so that he did not hope. Well, I was wrong?" Maira raised her head, looking at the figure of Mahen sitting before her.

"No. Your father thinks exactly. Fayyadh doesn't express his feelings, does he? haven't asked you to Dad either. Keep your distance, natural ... But Maira, do you feel the same?"

Maira quiet. Weigh the heart, then raise the shoulders. "Love can be fertilized, Dad. I was amazed at him, he was perfect" Maira replied straightforwardly.

"Darling .. Father's message. Marriage is ninety percent, it's about communication. If from the beginning of the conversation you do not connect, all the opposite natures then do not continue .. fend for yourself in the heresy that should be run together is heavy. You won't be able to unless your intentions are lillaah. Fayyadh prepared Abi Amir to preach, see his world," Mahen explained to his daughter's logic.

"That's it, then?"

"The world of Fayyadh is focused on the development of education. Suitable for you who have public speaking skills ok, but not only that .. no guarantee anyway but there is at least one thing that makes him a worthy reason to live together," mahen continued to give an idea.

Maira smiled sweetly. His finger plays a pen on the table.

"Dad knows, you're interested in El right?"

Again, Princess Naya was just smiling. Face blushing. "Well, he's hafiz like that. I met you at Mushola. Her voice, my goodness, is so good. Because I'm looking for a mushaf, uh there's nothing. El left behind and delivered the same aspri when I want to wudhu .. means he memorized yes," guess Maira.

"It could be, but it's probably just memorized. What if he is hafiz? not necessarily also want to be the same you who pray still like to be late, not even rote even rote memorization no add .. he also looks for the same," tempt Mahen.

"It's good that he hafiz. Perfect as Fayyadh."

"Fayyadh again. You're tough on Fayyadh but doubtful, aren't you, darling?" guess Mahen was nodded by the beautiful princess in front of him.

Maira's wrong. Not rejecting the charm of Fayyadh is difficult to deny. But the shadow of the voice of El Tekhi, continues to ring in the ear.

"Yes .. according to Father, what is the asbabun nuzul An-nur verse 26? about Sayyidah Siti Aisyah who was accused of disbelieving the Quraysh because it was inappropriate for His Majesty, right? and that verse is the denial that God has put down .. but what is your opinion about the content of his content?" Maira wants to hear her father's version of the argument about being upset because of the two men.

"Why Mother why all critical anyway huh? abi Amir's influence...." Mahen shook his head while smiling faintly.

"Thumb about the story .. each of us will be paired with another human who reflects the self. But the soul mate is a divine secret, unknown to His creation .. God could have betrothed men either with women less well or vice versa."

Mahen paused, taking a deep breath, he had to carefully explain this.

"It is only logically analogous that one would be more interested in one frequency or have the same habit, when someone has good habits of course the one near him or targeted to be a couple is almost even the same or vice versa" said Mahen Long.

"Hmm that is yes . so whatever and whoever our soul mate is, it is good according to God. Okay, let's go back, Maira!" determination strong.

"For whom, dear?" Mahen grabbed the file his daughter had been working on from the table.

"The sholeh man."

"Fayyadh?"

"Emang he's just a sholeh doank? it's a lot of Dad" Maira argued.

"Including El? or Kaffa Om Gamal's son?" fishing Mahen again, it's very difficult to know the contents of his daughter's heart.

Maira raised her head, looking at the father's bead of shady eyes.

"Kaffa? he's bussineman, busy. I won't have time to do it" said Maira.

"Ckck hard girls choose a soul mate. Uncle Pras oruh yes," Mahen chuckled considering Pras likes misbehavior when near Maira.

"Yeee, I'll be like Mom. The difference is far." Maira laughed.

"Squealing dear."

"But he's not like Dad. Ogah," sergeant Maira still laughed crisply.

"So you want?"

"That's like Dad, period. Very dear Mother and Eyang Rosi also Eyang Abah .. relaxed but firm."

"Maira, Maira's. Father only created one, for Mother doank."

Father and son afternoon chats that reflect how close their inner bond lasts until Maira's task is complete.

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Until the night before, Maira still avoids Fayyadh. He preferred to lock himself in the room, even Jasper was ignored by him because of the presence of the man there.

Geck. Geck.

"Come in, if Ajmi, Father or Mother," exclaimed a soft voice from inside the room.

"Dear." Mahen.

"Eh Dad. Why?"

"What's wrong, just to see you. It's packing, right? tomorrow afternoon we fly to Semarang ... still memorized?"

"Done .. he em, so it's appropriate that a gentleman apply to me. Without caring about my condition, one vision and purpose, hobbies are also romantic, may God please love me one such man, aamiin."

"Aamiin .. what condition? why are you? it's okay, right?" Mahen sprang up a hunch.

"It doesn't know Dad. The time I was sick or why it was .. he accepted me for who I was" Maira said.

"Aamiinu. Take good care of yourself, dear ... Rest, don't try too hard. Mommy is not here because of soy sauce, leave kis-ss for Princess Kusuma this one."

Mahen asked his daughter to sleep, pulling the blanket over also rubbing Maira's head gently. Do not forget to give a kiss on the forehead of love both of them before moving from there.

"Show me Robb's face, who's the man in my dreams. Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad." Maira thought, after reading the sequence of verses and letters before going to bed, she fell asleep.

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