ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 14. HEART TO HEART

Maira to guest room number nine. The guest room was occupied by two teenage boys whose faces were almost similar to El's.

"Excuse me, is there a problem?" greet Maira.

The two teenage boys sitting on the porch only smiled sweetly as Maira greeted her. Ayu girl in a slick modern kebaya became a misbehavior.

"Well brother's coming," cheered one of them.

"Ngapain anyway? I'm gonna re---" El's reluctant voice, his arm pulled on the youngest sister.

The man of Turkish descent was astonished, why there was Maira in the guest room.

"Sir, is there a problem?" maira asked once more, when she saw El coming.

"What obstacles, Ai? I was eating a dessert earlier Mother," El understood, this is the prank of his three younger brothers.

"I'll report you to Dad ... Ai, I'm sorry to interrupt your duties, hmm my sister is nosy."

The eldest son looked closely at the faces of his three younger siblings, he did not like them to interfere in personal affairs.

"Sorry Brother."

As in command, without El asking, the three apologized to Maira. Even the girl is confused. After El explains that there are no obstacles whatsoever, Maira passes from the presence of the handsome men.

Shortly after the captain returned to the position.

Maira tells the laskar to join the big family inside. But his steps stopped just as the El family was about to step aside.

"Thank you very much, see you later" Maira said to El's mother, who walked up to her handsome son's arm.

The ayu girl was standing right at the greeting pole stand, a very slick decor made Maira look like a fairy.

"Udah is equal, same is green. Try your sister there," the Madam told El, pushing her son to the right side of Princes Kusuma.

"Yes...." El staggered, not even turning around, that handsome face had just turned towards Maira.

"Maira, look here aunty snapped yes," this time he spoke to Maira.

Czechoslovak. Czechoslovak.

"Eh," Maira turned to look at El who was standing beside her.

Czechoslovak. Czechoslovak.

"Repeat Brother. Thank you Maira, her prewed has become nih, stay Mahar aja not yet," seloroh the Madam.

"Hmm, how's Auntie?" Maira is confused but El smiles in a knot at her mother's silly attitude.

"Ai, see you later. Syukron, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Fii amanillah Kak, Om and Aunty are also you boys." Maira bowed her body slightly letting go of them.

The Maghrib.

Maira and the irregulars rested completely. Their job this time was handled by the security of the cottage. It's time to find Fayyadh.

The views of the two met when Maira looked towards the terrace of the pavilion. Then they decided to talk in the pendopo, which was crowded and the big family also the santri solemn.

Maira opened the conversation first.

"I'm sorry if you think I'm avoiding you. But here I am, like it or not it's already a package ... I know what Fayyadh means, but it can't be followed because of Umma." Maira smiled considering how Aiswa advised the eldest son at the time to focus on his studies. "Also, our world is different."

"Well, I'll tolerate it all but don't make it a priority. You got it, right?" please Fayyadh so that he rethink and wait for him.

Princess Kusuma smiled.

"This is it, brother. I leave all this business to Daddy and the extended family .. If they are redho, I sincerely accept everything that you will ask me even though my dreams will come to a halt," Maira lowered her head for a moment, there is pain when I say this.

He was educated and raised by Mahen as a successor. If the step in the blessing of the husband, Maira can what even though the love for the father is so great, the dream will not be realized. Mifyaz, prefers IT but his social interaction does not wake up well when Maira's age. While the agency that Mahendra has is all related to the public.

"OKs. Wait for me Mahya. I'm going to learn how to get into your world, though-" Fayyadh said trying to convince.

Deghs.

"Don't force something just out of love. It won't last long, right? I give you no hope .. Come when you're really ready. Not only because of my physique but having to accept everything that is on me. Don't blame yourself or anyone else if in the end, destiny is impartial. Keep friendship with the family whatever happens later because we are one lane ... Deal?" Maira.

Hufft.

"That's really hard as it turns out," complained Fayyadh only realized the impact if things don't go well.

"He em, that's why. It's better, without the burden of taste. Brother got a wife who's a hobby. Not only with him but unity, Abi Amir family .. because of your environment, so. Abi built the school because it motivated Umma, right? who makes a school preschool motivated? my world is not that" said Maira right into the side of Fayyadh's heart.

"Teges yes, like Bunda Naya if you say .. motivated you are also, you can tell story telling, public speaking, bookkeeping champion as well, IT system," Fayyadh replied.

"Find the experts Kak. That basic supporting skill or support system is not the mean lead and strong why," Maira said, laughing.

Fayyadh was silent, what Maira said had a point.

The conversation finally ended when Naya called Maira for a massage so that the show tonight the eldest princess, more fresh.

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One week after Semarang.

Charity Venue.

Drapery. Drapery. Drapery.

Shuuutt, Blaaaggh.

The sound of the swift pace of the horses was also an arrow shot from the bow, aiming at the large board at the end of the arena containing their nominal charity.

"Come on Sis, you can do it!" exclaim Maira provides support to El who will start the action.

"Eheeemm," Mahendra nudged his daughter's arm. Maira turned her head towards the father, she smiled shyly.

"Well, it's really cool" whispered Maira, writhing spoiled in Mahen's arm, nibbling at the tip of his fingernail.

"Say that it's a crush. I'll ask him to his parents for you" said Mahen sunguh-eruh.

"To the point, jlebb," Maira blushed.

One. Two. Three.

"Yeeeaaayy! you did it, cool!" Cheers Maira.

Because El managed to aim for the gold ribbon in the hardest part, located at the top of the board makes the horseman must be extra to maintain the position of the body and the strength of the legs that support. Plus the stability of the arm when aiming at arrows.

"Aaahhhh, I'm happy for her," Maira hugged Mahen tightly expressing how happy she was.

The father knew, his daughter fell in love with the cool figure. Rey's choice was no joke, inner Mahen.

"Darling, let's get ready. Your turn, try red, if you can gold like El. But don't push yourself. You have contributed a lot" Mahen suggested when taking his daughter to the stables.

Arrive on Maira's turn.

Old orens, with the black pashmina that Maira was wearing, were beautifully blown away by the horse's speed, as the beautiful woman warmed up once a round while taking a swing to slide the arrow.

El, who had just finished removing the attribute, observed the idol inside the runway.

"Baby, can. You can, Ai."

There was no screaming, only a lip gesture from her as Maira stared, stealing the look where El stood.

The ayu girl smiled at a glance, then shifted focus on her current target.

Hufft.

"Come on, Elizabeth. Give me the best donation" Maira whispered to her horse. Two arrows of Maira.

Blaaaggh.

Thin, but all just touch the red ribbon right at the bottom of the El arrow that stuck there.

"Wow, Mahya Humaira, is right under El." The voice of the committee cheered the achievement of Princess Kusuma.

Finally after two hours. Charity is over.

Maira waited for the father who was still confirming the nominal charity that Maira had achieved while she sat waiting on the bench.

"Ai. Congrats and thanks, "El gave up his phone, he made a video when Maira was perfect.

The girl smiled and received a cell phone call. See something there.

"Sit up, brother?"

"Later on suppose your husband, deketan," Seloroh even though his face flat.

"Dih pede, this is ramean. Keep the distance .. hmm, this is deleted yes, do not send to whatsapp. Thanks for the video, me," said Maira di anguki El. Unknowingly, he pressed the off button until the phone's lockscreen was locked.

"Eh dead, sorry."

"Where to send, your number just don't have, Ai," said El.

"It's also free, brother, I won't reply to chat. But if you want yes please," bargained Maira thrust her phone, as the right finger handed the phone El, the screen of the handsome young man's device lit up because a notification entered.

Maira saw a photo of herself made Grid at Fatima's wedding, becoming the cool guy's phone wallpaper.

"Here."

"Oh she's my future wife" said El seriously.

"Huhuh?" Maira. Her pretty eyes are clearly visible.

"It's not important to have your number, because I know where your house is. Wait, after Singapore two weeks, I'm home. Prepare yourself Ai."

El passed away leaving the girl after he took the device with the fingertips from Maira's palm.

Princess Kusuma, felt the buzz of the sentence she had just said.

"Maira, go home yuk. It's done," take the father but leave his daughter.

"Maira!"

"Eh, come on, yeah." Maira clumsily got up ahead of Mahen this time.

"Why the hell? proposed huh? straining his face very hard-boiled crab," guess Mahen.

"Dad knows where? I deg-degan gini. Shit, my heart ... Yeah." Maira staggered.

Grep.

"Maira, careful. Hmm, hit by this love arrow." Mahen held his daughter's body so as not to fall.

"Well, no, huh? he's coming home in two weeks."

"Thank you, honey?" ask the father to make sure.

"I'm being istikharah, Dad." Maira just smiled while looking down embarrassed.

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