ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 20. DISILLUSIONED

"Sir, Mas ... calm down first," Mahen tried to stay focused without provoking the situation.

Fayyadh was surprised that his father rebuked him, his guts shrieked. The young man sholeh was not expressing disappointment.

Huft.

Mahendra breathed heavily, his lips trembling softly, afraid when the erroneous speech was interpreted to aggravate the situation.

"Bismillah ..of the many women around, Mas Fayyadh would rather choose another ... You guys from a young age have always been together, joking with laughter. Genuine and pure love does not look at anything and will be more beautiful if the affection is intact we keep," said Mahen softly.

"Dad understands what Mas Fayyadh feels, but we want this togetherness to take precedence. It will be better than everything .. all this time I have considered my son and until anytime it will be like that."

"But I'm afraid that I will hurt your heart even the great family of Tazkiya, because my daughter is not able to make her golden offspring happy .. Although I know, Mas Fayyadh must be trying to make Maira also your marriage mawaddah, mawaddah, warohmah again sakinah" Mahendra added.

"Thank you Mas Fayyadh for expressing a sincere feeling and choosing Maira to be the most important part of your life .. But I know your wishes are different and understand the direction of Mas Fayyadh's ideals," naya's husband's tone of voice began to waver.

"Father just does not want Maira to be a barrier to something or a bigger dream because the responsibility of Mas Fayyadh is broad ..but because of the condition of Maira, the benefit is delayed," said the uncle.

"Sister Amir .. sorry, this is my final answer," Mahen looked at the still very handsome man in front of him.

Amir understood, he understood the situation and conditions. After all Maira has put a liking to other than her son.

"So my sermon was rejected, Dad?" Fayyadh looked at the uncle.

"Sorry to me."

"The reason is not logical, Dad. Those who live the household life are I .. not them, if there are claims of descent in other times as much as I can ignore .. My dreams only want to be with Mahya, Yah!" Fayyadh began to urge.

"Fayyad!" again, Amir rebuked his son loudly. But he realized that the nature of the firstborn is like Aiswa first.

Althafaris Fayyadh, looking fixed in the eyes of the Abi, this time he was out of control.

Huft. Amir tried to calm himself down.

"Mas .. I mean Mahen's father, not just a matter of heart, descent, your dream that has not been achieved. Abi knows you can take care of your heart. Abi also could not force the Divine will in the future .. but think which is better, maslahat or mudhorotnya?" lang Amir invites his son's mind to open.

"The relationship is much more important, imagine if you were to argue .. between Abi and Dad, you would not be able to be one hundred percent objective, not one hundred percent objective, although we do not interfere in your domestic affairs but the insertion of lust and slander is vulnerable ad--" said Amir paused.

"No, Bi, I'm sure Dad also understands ethics and adab!" Fayyadh insisted, his tone increasingly firm.

Mahen took the initiative to try to touch the emotional side of the nephew.

"Sorry before ... Mas Fayyadh sure Maira feeling the same welcome? is there a final signal that my daughter says or shows that Mas is her future priest," Ajmi's father, tries to make his son feel conscious.

Deghs.

Fayyadh was silent, he shook his head faintly. Starting to be unsure of Maira's heart because the girl covered her feelings.

"The maira never said anything to me. I honestly have not expressed feelings for him because I was bound by a promise to Umma. But I thought, Mahya understands what my heart is about .. Last time we spoke at the Al Multazam pavilion, she left all the decisions on this to Dad." The handsome man slightly lost his patience as well as the courtesy he had.

" ... I hope, what was said was not only weighing on the condition of kinship but also our hearts!" said Fayyadh is still covered in disappointment.

Mahen turned to Rey, maybe it's time to show Fayyadh the final journal of Maira.

"Of course Mas ... I once said that I would negotiate this matter with a big family and not ignore your feelings" Mahen said.

The former aspri got up, went to the desk to pick up a black-coated book, and he handed it to the shahibul hajat and a magnifying glass.

Mahendra receives a book from Rey's hand, opening the last part of the paper with his daughter's hand.

"Sir, Mas ... monggo in the study," he asked as he offered the book he meant.

Amir received an open journal, then read it slowly.

"This cake, Brother. The bottom of the line is like that" Mahendra held out his brother-in-law.

"Knight of Rollies." Fayyadh spelled out slowly.

As soon as Fayyadh lunglai, he leaned his back against the sofa.

"It's not me, who Maira loves," murmured Fayyadh.

Mahendra remained silent. He did not need to explain anything about this, afraid that it would hurt more deeply the feelings of the nephew.

"Obviously, right? is it still persisting?" ask the Abi.

Fayyadh. Both of his palms he rubbed into his face, restored his hair and then got up and out of there without saying any more words.

"Fayyad!" Amir was upset, his son ignored the courtesy.

"Panji, sorry. Sorry, he's duh." Amir got up, bowed his body and went after the son.

Brakkk's.

The sound of the door being opened forcefully, triggered several pairs of eyes turning to the source of the sound.

"Fayyadh, Mommy!" Aiswa sees her son coming out of the study.

The woman tried to prevent but the distance from the family room to the main door was quite far. Seen the husband chasing after Fayyadh, Aiswa a little relieved.

The atmosphere of the Guna family residence began to tighten again, but soon decomposed because Umma Maryam invited the rest of the members present to see the condition of Maira. One by one they went up to the second floor.

Naya thanks Umma Maryam for being sensitive to the situation. Now there were only two women in the living room, an opportunity for him to talk heart to heart with Aiswa.

He pulled Aiswa's arm slowly, sitting back on the sofa.

"Sorry Ma'am Aish, we reject the sermon of Fayyadh because the man loved by Maira, is not Ananda.." said Naya a little hesitant also a sense of unease enveloped.

"Is that so? Naya knows, who?" asked Aiswa a little surprised at the fact he just received.

"Don't know which person, Brother already bagged his identity although not necessarily also dipper love will be welcomed and the man was firm with Maira after seeing the condition of my daughter ... I hope that everything that has been running will continue as before tonight's moment," he was worried that Aiswa would break their business cooperation contract.

Beautiful woman nan Sholehah of Tazkiya descent, pensive for a moment. Then he grabbed both of Naya's palms and grabbed them.

"In Shay Allah Kak Naya ... Fayyadh will learn how to control himself, maybe for a moment he was disappointed and emotional .. his future is still long .. do'ain ya Kak, my son got a girl as sad as Maira, obedient and polite, so be it, if beautiful is a bonus .. forgive my son's attitude. We wish all the best wishes to Maira whoever the gentleman who comes to ask for her. To be happy with them always, amiin."

Naya relief accompanied by glazed amber eyes. At first he thought that Aiswa would be riled up by the son of pride being hurt. But in fact not.

"Addu'a biddu'a wa bijahi thohal, aamiin," Naya replied in a haru tone.

Aiswa hugs a woman who is still very ayu, she is also struggling to organize her heart because of this event.

Ground floor.

"Fayyad!" amirzain was still chasing after his son. But he lost quickly.

Approaching the basement. As Amir energized the step and then pulled the arm of his eldest son. "Mas!"

Sreghs.

Fayyadh looked at Abinya. The handsome face faded, changing into a crimson veil of shame and anger, as if fusing into one.

"Mas. This is not the way" said the father, pulling his son in his arms.

Hixes.

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