ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 29. FLOFFY CRAFT

After the chat with Mahendra, Amir talked about it with Aiswa. The mother of three children did not comment much because all was not the realm and authority despite being tucked away disappointed in the heart.

"Rohi, not your son is inappropriate but imagine if they misunderstand, one of them is hurt. You want their marriage to last just because they want to keep us, big family?" amir agrees with his father.

Aiswa was silent, weighing what her husband said. "But, Bii. Fayyadh?"

"How were you when we were? now transmit it to Fayyadh. Rohi, our business is to keep everyone's heart, not just the beloved son. It is not that Allah is impartial, but indeed the love that Allah entrusted to Maira, does not belong to your son...."

"Mas Panji is always any support for a big family, maximum with all the effort he has. The way to convey the intent and rejection is also very polite. Where does the head of the family ask permission to a non-guardian and is authorized to accept someone's application? what's his name if it wasn't for keeping our hearts all together? he was also hesitant, if I expressed any objection, he would refuse, just like the fate of Fayyadh," Amir concluded trying to equalize his thoughts with Aiswa.

Again Aiswa just silently contemplated all the words of the husband. Right, if he used to love each other but separated by time. So obviously the difference with the case of Fayyadh, Maira does not love her son.

Huft. Aiswa smiled sweetly to Amir.

"What is that smile? been conscious?" sindir handsome husband saw his beautiful wife sumringah.

"Bii, his pinter and sage never fade huh. I understand, that's exactly what Qolbi said earlier. Dear Syukron," Aiswa's smile expands perfectly.

"Sleep yuk Rohi, don't get in the mood. You again that," elak Amir when Aiswa wants to tease him.

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The next afternoon, Solo.

As per yesterday's agreement, the signing of the cooperation with Mr. Glenn Tusakti was carried out today in the same place. He wanted to not join the grandfather to attend the meeting but Abah forced Fayyadh, even though he was still lying on a luxurious bed decorated with full Jepara carvings.

"Mas, let's join Abah and Mr. Kusno to formalize cooperation with the Flyffy Craft at Kebon Jiddah Artha," Abah invited when he was in his grandson's room.

"Floffy who? I have nothing to do with this, Bah," elak Fayyadh refused to move, still tightly hugging the bolts also curled in the blanket.

"Who said, Mas Fayyadh was a witness with Mr. Kusno. Also later all the distribution of flowers, you will handle during the holidays here. Mr. Kusno took care of the event," said Abah again, successfully made the eldest son of Amir sickened by his statement.

"Bright. Oh wow!" elak Fayyadh's.

"Hunt ready, Mas. Not very professional later if we are late," said the grandfather passed away leaving Fayyadh with a tarzan-like cry.

"Well, Abah can't do that. Dih, Abaaaaah," cried Fayyadh from the bed.

"Raden Mas Althafaris Fayyadh! you think this house is a forest?" Danarhadi who passed by, rebuked Fayyadh because the door of the room was wide open so that his screams echoed.

"Sir, Uyut please persuade Abah donk. I'm not here forever, what the hell?" Fayyadh pleaded with Danarhadi.

Feeling this time need to calm down favorite great-grandson, Danarhadi went into the room.

"Mas, let the holidays here benefit, help your grandfather. Itung-itung intertwine relations for your future efforts. Umma also wants an exhibition in Solo next week," persuaded the great-grandfather.

Fayyadh shut his mouth shut. A little kissing family effort to comfort the wounded heart. "That's it?" answer later.

Danarhadi nodded slowly. A handsome face before him. "Slow down, sincere though difficult yes, Mas. We're always with you, don't go anywhere. Spend time with positive things so that Allah will replace with better or maybe because your knowledge is high then Allah choose someone to help you with your understanding" said Danarhadi.

The young man hugged the twilight body of the great-grandfather, so many were dear to him. It is not wrong if he chose Solo as a place to calm down.

"Bismillah, Mas Fayyadh can rise. Pray Maira will be healthy and happy if there are good men who propose," added Danarhadi, a little emotional.

"Are there already, Yut?" as if Fayyadh wants to know.

There was no answer from Tumenggung Danarhadi, the old man just smiled meaningfully.

"Mas." Abah's voice called back.

"There, Mas." Danarhadi patted his great-granddaughter's arm before she left the room.

"Beik, bertar Abah, change clothes first," replied Fayyadh then prepare.

Althafaris Fayyadh, his broken heart did not let out tears but still he felt pain. The handsome young man's daily life is often spent sleeping all day. No muroja'ah melodious voice could be heard from his mouth anymore. Lazy, because lust dominates inner calm. This is what Abah and Danarhadi caught from the behavior of this one favorite great-grandson.

If his father had been broken hearted, then isolate himself to Semarang. Reaping the new conflict there, then as much as possible the Grandfather grasped Fayyadh so that not far complacent.

Thirty minutes passed. Kebon ArthaFlo's.

When the three other men arrived at the location, their business partners seemed invisible so that Kusuma freely prepared all the files and others.

Mr. Glenn Tusakti's entourage arrives. Abah immediately let them in and arranged a seat.

"Mas," whispered the grandfather nudged the arm of Fayyadh who was still playing the game, to greet his business partner first.

Fayyadh turned towards his Grandfather. "Oh yes." He closed the device, and got up.

Deghs.

"Hello Mas, yesterday has not been an official acquaintance huh. I'm Glenn," said the middle-aged man sticking his hand out in front of Fayyadh.

"Fayyadh, sir."

"Thorror." The girl who yesterday was wearing sexy clothes with minimal materials, this time looked very different. The clothes he met were neater, a long blazer despite the tight skirts as usual. The brown curly hair of his shoulder stalls just like that, contrasting with his white skin color. He put his hand in front of Fayyadh.

"Afwan, Fayyadh." His gaze remained lowered even though at a glance he saw the change in Fiora's appearance. The handsome man then cupped both palms in front of his chest, as a gesture of greeting to the girl.

"Eh, sorry." Fiora felt clumsy, pulling the hand that was hanging in the air.

After the introductory session, it was time to sign the cooperation. Fayyadh sees Fiora's name as the owner of the Flyfy Craft contained in the agreement.

"Sh-itt, will I deal with him again? holy man," Fio upset in his heart when he saw the name Fayyadh listed as the executor of the distribution of raw materials to his shop.

"Astaghfirullah, who will sign all our supplies? hopefully don't look for it later," Fayyadh's inner self.

An hour of time passed so quickly.

Mr. Glenn took them to the location of the florist who had just prepared. Initial supply will be delivered two days later. Abah also suggested that the florist equipped with a special room to store flowers to keep them fresh in addition to the arrangement of the center view in the storefront store.

Along the journey that is cool for the Sepuh, but not for the two young people. Until arriving at the florist, Fayyadh observed the interior.

"Beauty, who decorated this? chic, girly is also cozy," amazed handsome guy scanning around.

"I am, who else? the Agency's design didn't get into my concept. Because there is also a crochet gallery here," replied Fio ketus.

"Oh, don't think that this is the work of a girl like you," Fayyadh no less coldly responded.

"You!" furious Fio.

Young men of Kusuma descent, surround a fairly spacious room. See some collection of knitting bags are displayed beautifully there.

"Is this for sale?" fayyadh asked when he saw the orange clutch, remembering Maira's favorite color.

"Sold, why is there if not for sale. Ngaco," Fio felt Fayyadh's question was ridiculous.

"For whom? a boyfriend?" he added again, approaching the direction of ambalan where the bag is located.

"No, cousin. But not so deh, not necessarily he likes and will be used. Especially for the type of gini cake," said Fayyadh again.

"Heh, you want to say my creations are outdated, far from the word trendy? not branded? see the Flyffy Craft medsos. Having a gadget just to doank ngegame is natural not update," growled Fiora and sneered Fayyadh's statement.

"Well, I didn't say that. Bu's brain lecturer is mostly diction, so su'udzon mulu. Find quality reading, Mom. Don't read the story of the mulu baper" replied Fayyadh as it passed from there.

The tension between them did not immediately disappear until finally Abah and Mr. Glenn returned to the room where the two young men were.

"Lusa soft launching, hopefully can be present, Mr. Wisesa," said Glenn Tusakti drove both business partners out of the store.

"In the Lord. Later save contact with Fayyadh alone yes Miss Fio because it will deal with him a lot," suggested Abah to take a glance at Fiora, before taking the group back to the car.

Before long, the crowd dispersed. Fiora gets busy with her shop again and Kusuma returns home to the residence in Joglo Ageng.

"Mas, keep the attitude. Fio said he wanted a fiancee" said the grandfather.

"Hem. I'm not interested either" replied Fayyadh lightly, still with the device in hand continuing the pending game.

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