ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 3. FATAL

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

The long journey he took within ten hours was passed, his body was tired when Fayyadh arrived at Tazkiya, the grandmother's residence from the general path.

He chose to rest first before finding out the hospital where Maira was being treated.

"Midnight, sleep first so that tomorrow is calm and fresh" said Fayyadh when entering the front door lock and opening it slowly.

All residents of the jiddah residence have been sound in their respective contests. But a faint sound was heard from the direction of the kitchen when Fayyadh would open the door of the room that used to be occupied by Aiswa.

The eldest son Amir and Aiswa, approached the source of the sound.

"Jiddah? ko hasn't slept?" tanya Fayyadh pokes from the kitchen door connector.

"Well, Fayyadh? go home? who's the same, son?" the grandmother was surprised to find her granddaughter in Jakarta.

Fayyadh approached, kissing the palm of the hand as well as Maryam's forehead, not forgetting to hold tightly to the twilight body of his grandmother.

"The exact behavior of the Abinya but likes to rebel like umma, yes Fayyadh," said Maryam got sweet treatment from the favorite grandson.

"The name is also the result of cooperation in terms of nursery as well as maintenance, it must be duplication, jiddah .. said umma, judesnya Fayyadh nurun of jiddah," kekeh handsome young man of Tazkiya descent.

"The answer can be ... Fayyadh coming home to see Maira?" ask Maryam while breaking a hug.

"He em, with Jiddah yuk. Mahen's father even gave Maira permission. It's a pity that it's so pretty, the toy is a weapon" he protested while pulling the dining table chair.

Maryam just sighed. "Mahen was from the past did have the talent to train the youth to be a bodyguard, street children he was educated, schooled to be independent in accordance with the world he knew and was able. Maslahat also, let alone female bodyguards but have talent and experts are still rare, after all Maira surrounded by such people. According to the jiddah is not the fault of Mahen," said the grandmother.

"But Jiddah, it's still not his nature...."

"The woman's blood is only two, menstruation and giving birth to a package with breastfeeding, others are skills, talents, abilities as a plus. You forget, who are the fighters of the women who are willing to be martyred during the Rosulullah War Uhud, Khaibar, Hunain and Yamamah?" urged Maryam, he does not like if Fayyadh only looks rough on what is seen.

Fayyadh. Telak was struck by his jiddah speech.

"Nusaibah bint Ka'ab, the powerful shield of Rosulullah who gave up her husband and son jihad together to fight the enemy. Jiddah, catch Maira's wish. He was born in such a neighborhood not without intention, Fayyadh."

"... and Mahen granted it also not for trivial reasons. Maira must have wanted her tough like a female sahabiyah. You have special parents, you know Mahen's father, right? the services are many for the ancestors and the government, even Mother Naya, your idol is the same ... Maira, their droplets, Fayyadh, descendants of Kusuma," said Maryam at length. He meets Naya with Abuya listening to the reason behind all these tragedies, while receiving a call from Mifyaz asking for prayer.

Huft.

"Fayyadh understands jiddah, but what is not that eman. Maira right?" kilah the eldest son of Amir.

"Beautiful, super pretty?"

The handsome young man nodded.

"From heaven there is no origin, Fayyadh. Maira wants to redeem heaven by way of jihad like this .. Maira's first love, it is for and belongs to Mahen. Don't you see, Maira is not very fond of the father? you like him but don't want him to be what?" sindir Maryam sipped her tea.

Fayyadh smiled, he accepted Maira completely but when it had to be in this way, his heart hesitated.

"Jiddah, don't tell me I like Maira to all, yes" he asked again.

"Don't tell me either, everyone knows. You're not exactly like her" replied the grandmother.

"Well, look at him while practicing archery .. beuuuhhh, there is no cure, especially if while riding, perfect...." his admiration glared when he was invited by Mahendra to participate in training at the street children's camp that he managed.

"Kan .. No man is perfect Fayyadh. Typemu want kayak umma, home women but at this time Maira can not, her soul adventurous though she will follow the orders of the husband later .. gih there, ask for a mate with God, then rest ... jiddah wants to do the same, Maira is also my granddaughter" said Maryam, standing up from a chair and stepping away from Fayyadh who was still sipping warm tea.

In the silent kitchen room, accompanied by the remaining dregs of tea steeping in his cup. The handsome young man who was about to finish his studies at King Saud pondered.

"Maira .. I know this is your goal, want to be a warrior like the srikans in the days of Rosulullah .. pray that I can be as confident as you, my Maira," lirih Aatirah's older brother Hanan also, got up and left the kitchen to his room.

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The next morning, RSPP.

Naya follows her husband who has been staying overnight in the hospital in front of the ICU.

"Where's mifyaz?" mahen said in between the deck.

"School, I asked Pras to accompany me at home. I told Kak Amir that if you want to know the details of Maira's sikon, just contact Ayaz. Because I'm just going to share the info with him, to focus on Abang and Maira" said Naya, breaking her embrace.

Mahen simply nodded, smelling a glimpse of the lips he had been feeling for decades.

"Thanks darling, you've been my pillar of encouragement," Mahen replied, peeping at the head.

"Eat first, with Mr. Adnan, where is he?" Naya circulated her gaze, there was no figure like the shadow of her husband around.

Suddenly.

"Mrs.." Adnan's voice came from behind his body.

Naya surprised. "Astaghfirullah ... Mr. Adnan habits iihh, like to appear suddenly tuh," he complained while wiping the chest.

"Mistress, do not memorize, even though for decades I joined Boss Mahen," kekehnya, mengangetakan little Madam has become a separate entertainment for Adnan.

Mahen always smiled at Naya's behavior if surprised by Adnan's sudden presence.

"Ish, the mother lost sensitivities due to many veins that break during the birth .. breakfast used to be good, both the same brother," he cried while giving the box of supplies to both men.

"Observation results, ten o'clock we have to go to the doctor, honey. Hopefully all good yes, Maira's injury is not serious," Mahen hopes glide while the first bribe Naya thrust at him.

While Adnan did not want to disturb the romance that remains both employers guard, even at times like this.

Breakfast session is over.

The struggle to chew food without taste despite the true dishes brought by Naya is very appetizing but still bland for the tongue of Mahen.

The results of the observation will be read by the doctor, now both have been in an all-white room with a distinctive perfume disinfectant.

Mahendra listened carefully to all the detailed explanations of the doctor. Examine the medical report files he knew little about. The middle-aged but still masculine man had many discussions with special medical personnel to deal with Maira.

"Innalillahi .. worst possibility, Doc?"

The woman in the all-white uniform nodded faintly, their daughter will undergo a follow-up test as well as a second observation from today.

"It still cannot be moved to the treatment room, sir, our hope, Miss can pass all this." concluded the Doctor.

The two couples then came out from there, hugging each other. Naya's freshness finally wavers, she cries in Mahendra's arms just as Fayyadh comes to meet them in the ICU hallway.

"Mother.." the soft voice rang out, running over.

Mahen staggered. "Kok Mas Fayyadh here? do you want an exam? Abi and Umma know?" his question hesitated while receiving a helping hand asking for greetings, by the young man.

"Know Well, Fayyadh is not calm, want to see Maira. Where's?" he insisted impatiently.

"Do'ain ya Mas, do'ain Maira.." said Naya interrupted sobbing.

"Why this, don't tell me if Maira ... Daddy's? Bun?" sue Fayyadh again, want a quick answer.

"He, probably.." Naya's crying broke again.

"No .. cannot ... Maira, I...." Fayyadh tried to deny reality, he forced his way into the ICU room but Mahen prevented it. The man then hugged his elder brother-in-law's son tightly.

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Jiddah: Calls to grandmothers, usually used in Arab families.