ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 17. IDENTITY ROLLIES

"May Allah have a purpose, 'ala bidzikrillah tathmainnu qulub ... Allahumma inni as'aluka nafsan bika mutmainnah tu'minu billiqo-ik wa tardho bii qodho-ik wataqna'u bii atho-ik, aamiin," Naya's inner self as she had closed the mushaf.

(O God I ask you a quiet soul, sure to meet You, Redho with Your resolve and feel enough with Your gift.)

In a ponder, the soft voice of a woman called out her name.

"Naya," Dewiq approached the woman of Kasunanan Solo descent in the ICU waiting room.

Raden Ayu Ainnaya, leaned his head towards the sound.

"Hi, Wiq. I'm sorry to bother you, just got home from the Doctor's Office?" naya asked with a haru look as she greeted Uwa Fayyadh from the Aiswa line.

"Repot what, Maira pounded me too. Sorry long ago, replaced Papa bentar ... how? bear said, uh Mas Ahmad, Maira's diagnosis ended in a coma?" young specialist internist doctor.

Naya nodded faintly, one clear feather popping out at the end of the netra. "He em, do-ain yeah. Everything is gonna be alright especially m-y heart" he said.

Dewiq powerless, his chest in the limpit tight for a moment. It pulls the peer woman in an embrace, gently stroking the fragile back of a mother who is in the brink of a crumbling feeling dim.

Ahmad's wife let Naya cry for a moment on her shoulder. He knew this feeling, when Aiswa was also Aeyza, the younger sister in the same condition. It was thanks to his determination that he finally created a booster that could accelerate the recovery of all cells damaged by severe trauma.

"I will do my best, but Allah is All-Powerful. Surely yes Naya and always inject spirit for Maira," whispered Dewiq gently.

Naya breaks down a hug, rubbing a tear and grabs tissue from the table to wipe away the liquid that slid from her nose.

"Bismillah, do'ain as well because I believe Maira can get through this. But I put it all on him, whatever it is must be the best" he added.

"When can I see the doctor?"

"Ba'da Maghrib, but if you want to go back, it's okay. Later I will apply for the transfer of Maira to Hermana Hospitals or good at home huh, Wiq?" Naya weighs a light option for everyone, because this business will be long so she also has to think about Mifyaz and the health of her husband if she has to go home Orchid and RSPP.

"If Maira's condition is stable and all final diagnosis results refer to vegetative. Well at home, later the supporting equipment I send there also two senior sisters. Don't think about the cost, it's from Hermana ... Naya, I still remember that day at the airport. Allow us, repay your cultivation and Mahen yes," said the successor to the Hermana clan.

Naya. There is no intention of asking for goodwill, but God seems to pay in cash what they have done before.

"Me and Brother, sincere Wiq. Not ngarep .. in shay Allah we are able to give the best for Maira," Mahen's wife was not happy. However, Dewiq insisted that the mother of two children received.

"I'm waiting for your confirmation, will you see Maira? so that I can prepare all the equipment in Orchid. Room down or up?"

"Stay on top, so that he can feel the warmth there," replied Naya before driving the Doctor into the ICU room.

The two women before the age of forty finally separated after Dewiq recorded all the results of chat with doctors guard against the condition of his nephew.

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Somewhere else.

Ba'da ashar Mahen is already on his way back to the RSPP. Because he wanted to visit the training center on the edge of the city, he had to rotate the distance further.

The King of Ranch.

The day before evening when he arrived, as he headed to the horse racing practice office, he saw two coaches sitting on the sofa. Mahendra approached one of them.

"Sorry good afternoon, I'm Mahen Mahya's father, would you like to ask me something?" ask the handsome man.

"Oh Mahya's father, the Angelisbeth .. please Sir. Is something bothering you?" coach in green, inviting Mahen to sit down.

"Hmm Angelisbeth?.. is not so important but I want to ask about the name of Rollies, is there a member here with that call?" say Mahen about an initial.

Mahen just found out, if his daughter has a nickname as beautiful as that here. He was momentarily stunned, then smiled faintly.

"Rollie's? he is not a member but a permanent resident here. What's with the Rollies, for rent? he is full booking until the end of the year. A maximum of 3 people in one year, even then it must be an expert .. most next year if you want," explained the coach.

Deghs.

"Who is he? can I rent, book everything, and expert? what is ani-ani man? when Maira likes the same gi-" inner Mahen, all these coach sentences are ambiguous.

"I mean residents? a lease? hmm bookings? do I not understand, can you please explain?" finally Naya's husband expressed grief.

"Rollies is one of the blaster horses, a descendant of superior races and used as a racehorse for the training of athletes. His health is very guarded, his performance is not playful. Many of the medals that Rollies have received include the title of the most donated horse during charity yesterday. He helped his master get gold," explained the coach.

"El?" guess Mahendra.

Coach amazed. Very rarely do they know their exclusive members.

"You know El?"

"What's wrong with El?" Mahen is getting curious.

"El is like a golden artist here. Its existence is very difficult to find. If you happen to witness him training or cross paths with him then you are in luck. The young man is humble but so, rarely can meet let alone had time to interact .. and Rollies is a special horse for El, he is on full rental this year by him," concluded the coach.

"Me and Maira, even met several times in two different places, interacted easily. Even his coach accepted Maira as a transfer student .. is this a sign?"

"Oh the name of the horse, O God. Well, thank you very much coach. I'm sorry, sorry to hold you," Mahen said. He did not feel good to ask further, because he saw two security guards waiting for them to get out of the room FO.

Feeling the information he was looking for, Mahendra decided to return to the hospital immediately.

The adzan maghrib. RSPPP.

The head of the Guna family, walking long and wide, he hurriedly wanted to see his wife soon. The findings this afternoon.

When we reach the waiting room.

"Dear."

Naya looked towards the voice. "Hi dear, how? got what info?"

"I know who that young man is now. Maghrib first yes, take a shower anyway he wants. You're not what? ko kuyu gini? Naya, my daughter why?" asked Mahen streak, suspicious to see the look on the face of the wife.

Huft.

Naya breathed. "Ba'da maghrib we are asked to face the team of doctors in the room of Doctor Salman," said the mother of two children.

"Dewiq asked Maira to be transferred to Hermana or to the house if the final diagnosis will come out.. essentially the Hermana family, ready to provide tool assistance to Maira wherever our daughter is cared for," said Naya.

"Thank God, may my daughter survive and recover soon. Sure always yes dear and spirit. Maira needs us" Mahen held a finger link over his wife's lap. Patting gently there, even though his heart was just as crumbling.

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