ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 26. GLARE

PIK Tower Jakarta Hotel.

Since the application hung, Shan closed the door to his room. He only went out to college to teach a few hours and went to work somewhere else. Only half a day would it take El Qavi's eldest son to be outside the house.

Dilara repeatedly asked him to speak but the sentence that came out of the mouth of the son was only a prayer request, also to be accompanied in times of persuading God to soften Mahendra's heart so that the sermon the other day was granted.

"Sister, Mother wants to talk. Don't lock the door to her room, yes" asked Dilara not to give up trying to find out what Shan was doing, when the son had just arrived and approached her in the pantry.

"Rem ... Bun for what? a sandwich? all right, I want to, too," said Shan when he saw Bunda Dila making afternoon snacks, usually at this time the twins will soon be home.

"As usual, brother? bread smeared with chocolate jam and peanut with a little milk?" dilara asked after Shan kissed her hands and cheeks.

"Yes. Bun, I take a shower first let's have a good conversation" Shan replied as he passed.

Ten minutes later.

The mother and daughter are now on the king-size bed of the son. Shan's room is dominated by dark teracotta and broken white. The impression of shady as well as masculine still remains felt, not many ornaments are displayed on the wall. Just a picture of his family and himself at one of the nightstand. Simple, that's Shan.

"Kak donk story, why in the room? do not expect too much of man, because God does not like to be in duakan. You are just angry that Mother pehapein--" said Dila paused.

"When? never pehape ah, all the words of the Mother have never been in vain to me," Shan denied.

"Example Brother. Come on, tell me." Dilara still urged for Shan to share with her.

"Mother knows, all this time you guys are my place to complain and often vent frustration on the twins, even though I love them very much. Before proposing to Maira, he disturbed my mind and heart so that it felt like I was committing one sin. For this reason, I want to hasten this business, but now my feelings are restless, Bun," complained Shan. Putting his head in Dila's lap.

"So, Shan knows what the cure is?"

"Yes, and that's what I do. There is no power without His help. I sent a fatihah to also try khatam in this one week Bun, a gift for Ai. If he is loved by Hubabah, of course, Ai is special, right?" clearly, he knew this news from Rey about the team of female students who every day come to the House of Guna to gift the greeting of Allah to Maira.

"Maa by Allah. Getting wet, pantesan. Would you like to give bil ghoib or bin nadzor later if you escaped? got nadzar?" Dila reminded her son to be prepared.

"Both Bun, a gift to Ai at every turn. Nadzar if the application is accepted, Mother does not like me to enter the sports car community right? so Lamborghini in the garage, sell it and the money for the Umhat maslahat. Build a cake mosque or something like that" said Shan. He didn't want to do something that was forbidden. Buying a dream car is only a momentary lust, after which it is said that the luxury goods booster maker Prestige, just stooped in the garage.

"Later to talk to Dad about selling cars. Been mentally prepared to be a standby husband, honey?" Dila stroked the son's hair. Without feeling the time passes so quickly, his eldest son will carry out new duties and obligations with his soulmate.

"In the Lord. I would do anything to make Ai aware. The business of the results of how Allah, which is important all efforts have been carried out. How about being rejected?" anxious Shan.

Dilara smiled, remembering the struggle when she had persuaded Mother Ruhama who blatantly rejected her wedding plan.

"Persuade Allah only. If your heart is firm. Mommy knows, your plan is almost complete, but remember one thing. It's okay if everything you've designed throughout the year hasn't been accomplished, including getting married. Maybe that time is still on its way through the passage of time." Dilara still caressed Shan's head gently.

"Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad. In Shay Allah Bun. I'm lucky to have Mommy, healthy always yes moms, help pray'akan Ai and me," Shan hugged Dilara's waist tightly. Spilling his fidgets there.

"Always Brother. You love both Mothers after Father. Patience, sincerity, firm also do all your obligations like a husband who has a normal wife. Appreciate and love Maira because after all, she's your priority. Fulfill your family's rights before you give us the same, dear Yes. Gih eat the sandwich first and meet Dad to continue your nadzar intention," concluded Dila, peeked at the forehead of the favorite son and then moved out of the room.

After the departure of the idol's mother, Shan ate the soft handmade snack. She was crying, so much fun but still expecting too much. "I'll give it all to you, Robb. Make it easy for Father Mahen's business to face his extended family so that the road for me is open, aamiin."

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Soloing.

Danarhadi was also surprised that afternoon when he saw Fayyadh meeting them there.

"Mas, why didn't you say? not yet a holiday?" Abah greeted his favorite grandson when he just got out of the taxi.

"Two days off announcement. I've done all the remedial work, Bah. Just this time, so come here to be peaceful first," he said passed by holding the Grandfather.

"Had told you Abi hasn't, Mas?" asked Danarhadi when the great-grandson experienced her.

"Yeah, please. Not that I avoid him just no longer want to listen to any advice," kekehnya later.

"Well you are, advice is reluctant to listen. Raden Mas Fayyadh seems to be still heartbroken, so rest," said the Grandfather as he called Mban to help prepare a room for his grandson.

"Break a little heart. More embarrassment because kepedean also can not be sincere if anyone proposed to him after me," said Fayyadh again.

"Yes, it can't be. The right of Mahen's father to accept any male sholeh who comes for Maira. How are you, tho?" sergeant Danarhadi.

"Ckck, Uyut is also a dagger. I think I chose this wrong place to escape," lamented the prince Kusuma.

"Sana, wudhu then pray or najai to calm down. If you want to be here, it's okay to tell Abi. I don't want to represent you, Mas. Tomorrow if you are free to go to the garden and pendopo, refreshing," the grandfather's pinta before the golden grandchild passes.

"OK, Bah. I let go of all the bitter memories of where this all began."

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