ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 27. JODOH IS STILL OTEWE

Because Danarhadi has been sepuh then all the tasks that he used to carry, now switched to Wisesa alias Abah.

This morning the two different men of the era were neat and prepared to go to the pendopo for greetings to Sinuhun and then continue the activities of visiting the garden as well as other Danarhadi efforts.

"Mas, if you live here would not? nerusin ngabdi ngabdi with Sinuhun. Your PAUD school can also be monitored remotely, right? Solo is the origin of our family. Do not break the devotion, even though the palace life is also so," the Grandpa pinta after they came out of the pendopo.

"Nobody wants nerusin?"

"Not there, but not yet. Abyan has two daughters, Amir there is you the eldest and although Naya educates Maira like a man but she is a woman. The only hope is yes you tok," Abah replied later while getting back in the car.

"Can't it be Bah, should there be a successor? my house in Bekasi how is donk? I woke up near Arza so I could have all Abi's handles. If settled in Solo, all abandoned," Fayyadh weighed his grandfather's request.

"Home there for your transit or Abi if business control to Jakarta. Let not ride in Tazkiya or Orchid even though the two places are our families too. Who knows if there are any soul mates here, right? many daughters of Yai if you want, Abah will introduce," Wisesa bargained to try his luck persuading Fayyadh.

"Later, first of all. I just want to heal for a while before I go back and help Abi back home. Where are we going, Bah? jiddah Artha's garden still productive?"

"Still donk, will be guarded. This wants to meet the buyer from Surabaya, join florist because he wants to open a flower shop in Solo. Hope it's a deal," explained Grandpa.

There was no more chatter between them throughout the rest of the journey, until ten minutes later, Darso's black rover rangers pulled over in the garden's front parking lot.

The front facade of the garden location now looks very different. There are buildings with semi-permanent roofs as well as several bungalows after the steps to the bottom, looking beautiful from the fairly spacious upper parking lot.

"Kebon ArthaFlo, rented building and venue for the event. Loh Bah, now fully renov," asked Fayyadh amazed at the landscape of his grandmother's garden now.

"Punya mantu pinter in the field of landscape must be utilized. This is the work and advice of your idol Mahen's father, the design he made and the workmanship is supervised by Om Rey. Saucy, unique. So if the weekend location is full, even said Mr. Kusno full booked until the beginning of the year. High price rental place, when all the flowers between the building were all blooming. Mas Panji is indeed brilliant when it comes to business," said Abah invited Fayyadh down the steps.

"Excellent, although trim the front area for parking lots. So sector 4 swing is still not Bah?" Fayyadh.

"Still, make Center Point a prewed photo instead. Look, again there is a rental photo location. Uyut buys new land on the back and sides, in exchange for eroded front area. Adding the rose garden again is also now chrysanthemum nan and is learning import flower nurseries," explained Abah showed one by one the direction of the new area of the garden.

"Well, our guests are waiting in the bungalow. We go there first, Mas, just around the garden later," asked Abah to Fayyadh to meet his prospective clients.

Not interested in chatter that makes it completely saturated. Fayyadh decided to go to the toilet to wash his face to make it fresher.

Along the way to the mini bathroom, the sense of sight is spoiled by green leaves and grass flowers that refresh the eyes. The interior outside of the sink is also the condition of the bathroom cubicle is very neat and slick. Ancient lamp decoration, old-fashioned tiles add to the ethnic impression.

"Dad Mahen emang no opponent when it comes to the selection of objects that are aesthetic. Pantesan can Mother Naya, have a child like Maira. Perfect seedling, duh. More and more reluctant to move on with you Mahya," his mound was again present, but immediately faded as a result of someone entering the same room with him.

"Eh, the ladies' room next door." Fayyadh was surprised, the bathroom door was pushed by a girl with minimal clothing material.

No matter what Fayyadh said, the girl went straight into the room.

"Astaghfirullah, innallahi." Amir's eldest son rushed out of the toilet until his waist hit the door handle. "Awh." the pekik's stuck.

At first he wanted to go to the bungalow to join the Grandpa, but he stopped because he saw a bride-to-be couple who were doing a prewed photo.

"Always remember you" complained Fayyadh, but somehow he refused to leave.

Long watched two lovebirds who were drunk with romance, imagine if it was him and Maira. Aware of all in his mind just wishful thinking, Fayyadh turned his back on intending to meet Abah.

Suddenly. Brugh.

"Kok me? it hit it. Astaghfirullah," Fayyadh turned his face away. The first look of sustenance, the next zina of the eye, the mind. He just left the girl careless.

"Mas, here." Abah's voice called him back to join.

The second discussion of Sepuh finally found a bright spot, the cooperation was agreed and the inauguration of the work agreement will be carried out tomorrow in this place.

"Fiora, let's go home" said Mr. Glenn Tusakti calling his daughter.

"Have Dad? I like this place, it's like it's good that our florists are all my chrocket bag galeries" one girl replied.

"Loh, you again." Fayyadh and Fiora's voices together, pointing fingers at each other.

"Know you?" ask Abah to Fayyadh.

"Boro, refuse even. This guy ran into the guy's toilet and hit me but he's on the wrong way," annoyed Fayyadh lazy to see the girl.

"Eh, you're wrong, turn around!" elak Fio is not to blame.

"Heh, I see, it's a way of relief. Just where are my eyes, I was there first. Yeeeee," replied Fayyadh feeling himself right.

"Easy-after. Lecturer who is debating, not good Fio. Partly wear your jacket, very sexy demen so," reprimanded Mr. Glenn on his daughter who wore hipster jeans combined with a tight shirt with sleeveless length limited to the chest, and, showing a flat stomach is also a sexy navel of her smooth body.

Fayyadh also subdued Abah's gaze when Fiora was with them. The girl snatched the jacket on the chair then gawked away leaving the men behind.

"I apologize for my daughter's attitude, Fiora was down when her mother died not long ago. He no longer believes in God. Keep in touch again, Mr. Wisesa. We say goodbye," said Mr. Glenn, shaking his hands and then passing.

"Beautiful, everything is beautiful but really exhibited. You see, huh, hayo," teased Grandpa.

"Well, how did he not see, he just glared. That's so, not polite either. The lecturer anyway? minus behavior. Don't blame Bah's eyes, sustenance if not accidentally," quipped Fayyadh while coming out of the bungalow.

Abah shook his head. "Such different from Amir who if tempted just a smile. He is, like Aiswa likes to be flat-cleplos. Fayyadh Fayyadh, the sweetness is only the same Maira doank," muttered Abah following her grandson to post five.

By late afternoon, the two other men of the era decided to return to Joglo Ageng. For a moment, Fayyadh forgot the sense of loss due to the figure of his cousin ayu. Enjoy the day in Solo with the beloved Grandpa also role model.

All the advice that Abah slipped in their refreshing this time seems to go into the heart of Fayyadh. The handsome young man slowly opened up and understood that Mahen's position was also Amir's difficult if their relationship continued.

"It's not just the heartbroken Mas Fayyadh. Mahen's father was also Abi the same. We are sure, you will both be polite and mature. But along the way, if one of them is hurt then it is not impossible that your household is just a cover and becomes toxic. Striving not to divorce berai, by maintaining the damaged and rotten mahligai it will hurt more. The impact on the family can be even greater," said Abah invites Fayyadh to think broadly.

"Who knows, Bah."

"Turn back again, who knows what kind of future you will be, hayo? in Shay Allah your soul mate again otewe Mas. Patience is not inappropriate for Maira but time is not on your side. Remember the words of Imam Ghazali? what is destined for you will still be yours, like Umma and Abi you first" Abah concluded.

Fayyadh just ignored all his grandfather said. There is so much to think about tonight. His heart now only hopes that all the pain will slowly fade and change happily.

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