ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 2. MAIRA, I'M HOME

"Mai-ra .. he.." said Elma. He felt he had to explain the chronology to the leader.

Mahendra listened intently to Elma's words but, impatiently, broke through the door of the emergency room, believing that his daughter was still in the room.

"Maira's? sister, where's the patient named Maira? the victims of the Senayan riot evacuation?" ask Mahen to the nurse.

Medics tried to calm down the stranger who sneaked in. Told him they were seeking the best medical treatment for the victims.

Mahen had no choice, he obediently followed the nurse's direction to wait for a moment outside the room.

Adnan approached the man who stepped out of the room with the red-striped door. "Bos, Khadijah," said Adnan did not finish the sentence.

"Why with co-capt?" asked the head of Eye-shadow to look at Adnan.

"Khadija, can not survive. The girl lost a lot of blood on her head due to a bump with the asphalt while protecting the female student Maira helped," Adnan said, copying the paste of Elma's statement as well as Anis.

Mahendra. True what Naya said, laskar akhwat he formed at Maira's request was not fully ready. Some missions have been passed brilliantly but this incident became an expensive lesson for him.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji. Where's the body?" Mahen scooped a rough face, urung sitting in the hallway of the waiting room.

"At the hospital with file escorts by Anis. This Khadijah has no family, boss. Next how?" adnan said waiting for orders from his leadership.

"Earthings in the Shadow cemetery, right-wing specialty akhwat. Tell this to the community ... What about that student?" mahen continued, his heart racing thinking about the fate of his eldest daughter.

"Critical Boss. Already in the ICU," said Adnan, a former Exona senior personal assistant.

Krieg.

As he was about to return to find out more, his body instantly froze. One name appears on the screen of the device in a grasp.

"Naya .. yes dear," said Mahen a little worried about his reaction.

"Abang, where's my Mai-ra?" naya's voice shakes at the end of there.

"Hospital, honey pray' will our daughter yes," Mahen heavily said that she was also hit hard.

"I bo-leh nyu-sulin to sa-na?" maira's mother asked, she tried to calm down even though her heart was panicked.

"Later, let me confirm his condition. Baby, I'm sorry," the masculine man's voice, though no longer young, is now broken, no less shaky than his wife.

"We can get through this. It's not your fault, brother, I believe in you ... Honey, don't blame yourself, yeah," Naya tries to transmit kink even if she's fragile. She did not want her husband to feel guilty for the events beyond their control.

The calming words of Naya had a lot of influence on Mahendra's mental state, he more calmly went through this after the call, which lasted a few minutes, ended.

For the next few hours, similar conditions did not change much. Maira's still in the operating room.

Adnan, and two of his daughters, have returned to take care of all the needs at the headquarters in honor of Khadijah, who died while on duty. Now, alone as if waiting for the verdict of the judge who will set the sentence on him, Mahendra is restless.

Silent.

Till..

The nun's voice broke the father of two children's daydream.

"Miss Maira's Guardian" calls for Mahendra.

The patient's father rose to his feet, approaching the figure in white uniform at the door of the warrior of life.

"Yes sister, I'm her father. How's my daughter, Maira?" ask Mahen impatiently.

"Miss Mahya Humaira suffered two rib injuries, a bruise on the waist also cracked on the right leg. There are very few blood clots in the brain but we have done the necessary actions. The patient will now undergo an ICU indoor observation period of 24 hours. Let's both pray that we can get through this" the sister explained, giving some files for Mahen to sign.

Naya's husband could not resist the pain of her daughter's condition. He is limp and unsteady if Adnan does not immediately support the sturdy body.

"Innalilahi, what have I done? taking the life of my own daughter, Ad," Mahen regretted, a speck of clear grain poking out from the net end.

Adnan was no less confused, there was a sense of regret to look at his heart.

In the afternoon, he was allowed to return home to Adnan to explain to the family and greet the team members at Shadow headquarters.

Two hours passed.

After visiting his team headquarters, express his condolences and thank you. Not forgetting to pray for Maira, CEO of Guna Farm.id back home to Orchid hills.

Biipp's. Luxury apartment door opens.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Mahen stepped in, greeting.

"Wa'alaikumussaalaam," said Mother and son, simultaneously answering greetings.

Not many words, seeing Naya looking at him softly, the man immediately hugged tightly. Spilling tightness and regret on the shoulders of the lover of the heart.

"Sorry Baby, I'm sorry." Mahen's second cry, after so long Naya did not hear, now she must see again.

Naya still remembers when the puja man accompanied Maira's labor. He was agitated, even looks unbearable when his wife was holding a great heartburn due to contractions for three days until the birth of Maira, full of drama.

When the red baby was born. Mahendra cried, he did not care about his daughter at that time. Focus on Naya. Many times he said thank you accompanied by a sip of haru because this little wife had been persistent in fighting to send their first child born into the world.

Now, the situation is reversed, the dashing man on the family's backseat cries out for the eldest daughter of his pride. Big family idol Kusuma.

"Dad ... Brother?" the voice of Ayaz, breaking the novelty.

"Do'd be best for Brother, yes Dek. Maira certainly can but we must be prepared with all the risks," Naya said softly, to the youngest son.

Mahendra just rubbed his son's head dearly, the netra squinty was wet and still condensing. He passed after patting the son's shoulder.

"Honey, you're the one who told the big family. I.." pinta Mahen to Naya before she goes into the room.

"Together, come. Maira needs all of us" said Naya trying to strengthen, she gently pulled her husband's arm.

Finally Mahen followed the request of the idol. They sat in the living room hugging tightly as he started typing a message.

Chat Kusuma Group.

"Assalamu'alaikum warohmatullah's. May all the descendants of Kusuma be in a state of affiat, aamiin. Bismillah ... representing the family, I want to preach the sad news .. Please pray from all yes so that our Maira can pass through the critical period. He was carrying out the task of escorting a noble teacher but there was a riot around the area he passed .. pray my daughter back to us, we both persuade God. Thank you very much."

Jemari Mahen vibrated when pressing one by one keys on the screen. After making sure the message was sent, he put the smartphone on the table. Choosing to hug each other.

Chat group Kusuma.

"Va'alaikumussaalaam. Innalillahi ... Mas, Abah call ya." Abah responded.

"Va'alaikumussaalaam. Oh, my God, the Panji." Abyan, Amir and Gamal were also boisterous in responding to the message of the brother-in-law in the group, but none of Mahen responded.

Krieg.

Krieg.

Krieg.

They still ignore the calls that alternately go into Mahen's phone.

Till.

Krieg. Mifyaz's phone was ringing.

Mifyaz Ajmi stepped away from his parents, feeling he had to give clarification to make the family a little calmer. Ayaz then receives a call from Fayyadh.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Yaz, where's Maira? tell Mas Fayyadh, hurry up" said Amir's eldest son, their cousin.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Father said, pray for brother. Don't worry ... Mas Fayyadh sends a prayer yes, hafiz it has primacy in the eyes of Allah. Prayer-kan Ka-kak a-ku," said Ayaz stammered terbimpit poignant, he did not deny, Maira's personality is energetic, gentle and carefree, very influential on his behavior.

"Yaz! Yaz....!" Fayyadh.

"Don't go home, Mum. Let's take the exam again. Do'ain yes, Assalamu'alaikum." Ayaz cut off the unilateral call.

Fayyadh is upset, he throws his cell phone on the bed. But then immediately took back the flat object. This time he will ask permission from Aiswa, to go home for a moment to see Maira.

"Umma, yes, yes" he asked when contacting his mother in the country.

"Yes kheir, syukron. Only Umma knows me. 'yes I promise, '" he said happily with a smile on his face.

After the call was cut off, the handsome young man, packing his clothes and laptop as well as some books and a mushaf into the backpack. He rushed out of the flat, to get to the airport.

"Maira, I'm coming home." said Fayyadh in his heart as he remembered the face.

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...Hmmm, want to nyelipin adab light just here. Who came in for the young. Light weight, not heavy cake usually 🤭...