ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 31. SHAHDU

Solo, before evening.

This afternoon after returning from signing a business agreement, Fayyadh decided to go into his room and continue his sleep. But just closed eyes, the sound of cell phone notifications is very disturbing.

He forgot to turn off the ringtone of the blue sea-clad device. As the fingers grabbed a flat object from the table, his eyes caught a line in the pop-up notif whatsapp about the prayer of his idol father, Mahendra.

Out of curiosity, Fayyadh finally opened Kusuma's chat group. Netra drowsiness was immediately patterned reading two paragraphs from Mahendra there. Abi and Umma did not respond to the message of his beloved uncle, he was relieved. At least the nuclear family still maintains a fragile feeling.

Drowsiness that lingered in the eye patch instantly disappeared, changing with anxiety also something suddenly present piercing the pulse. Tightness, tightness and tightness.

Fayyadh rushed up, took ablution and then carried out two sunnah skirts so that his heart was calm.

Ten minutes passed, a strange feeling never pulled over until he decided to leave the room to the backyard. He runs into Danarhadi who is staring worriedly at Fayyadh.

"She, I'm fine. Nothing, not my soul mate," in line with the tone of Anang's song temple, he ditukan.

"Sorry Mahen's father. There is no intention of hurting you, this is purely because your heart is not adrift. That's it," said the Uyut.

"Dad's not wrong, I understand. It's just, in-si-nnn-iii kok sa-kk-itt ya, Yut." Amir's eldest son pointed to his left chest as if he could no longer stem the grief. Danarhadi then pulled the golden great-grandson in an embrace. Fayyadh ended up crying on the frail shoulders of nearly a century old.

"Where are you? Uyut befriend yuk," Danarhadi's caress on the great-granddaughter's back.

Silent. Blank. The smooth stuff is still heard.

"Umma call Uyut, just your condition because your phone is not active continuously or his call is reject. Umma and Abi are worried, Mas. Don't blame them, either" he said again.

Fayyadh just nodded slowly, still leaning on his shoulder.

"Where if you want to go, but you will take Warso. Don't be weird." Danarhadi escapes if Fayyadh wants to calm down.

"To the garden at the most, I want to eat a lot while looking at Maira's favorite flowers. Me, i-"

"Here, calm down. Then go home and pray to calm down again, Mas," Danarhadi understood the pain of his great-grandson.

Fayyadh followed the advice of his great-grandfather. He asked the driver Joglo Ageng to take him to Kebon, even though the day before Ashar.

Thirty minutes passed.

Fayyadh got there. The shady and quiet atmosphere he got, suitable to release the stinging. Seeming some workers still back and forth between parts of the garden, he chose to ignore. The eldest then performs the ashar prayer first before going down the hill to sector five where the rose pink flower fields are located.

The breeze of the afternoon that blows adds to the impression of martyrdom and peace. Made Fayyadh lightly step towards where he wanted to be. After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at his destination.

"Maybe this is the only way I'll see you if I miss you or just want to hear your voice, Maira. Even our photo of Fatima getting married no longer dares to inhabit my mobile gallery. Not that I exaggerate, but if you continue to be around me, how can this heart turn away" she wrote.

"I think my heart has improved a lot, but it turns out that silence makes this pain even more painful. If God gave me such a poignant taste, would I taste the sweetness of a story like yours, Mahya?"

"I know, Shan God has prepared for you, so much in common with you. I'm sorry, but I've been told and found out through Uncle Rey. Mai-ra, Mai-ra, I'm too deep in loving you without many people knowing," Fayyadh sobbed.

"I am like a grieving and dusty little creature, enduring bitter longings to the point of creating an empty space within. Slowly influenced by anger as if whispering that this wound is only you who understand, Maira!" fun Fayyadh.

"I'm empty! although welcoming loneliness within so that there is no more comfortable space to be alone. I love you, Maira! that's how much I miss you now! Mairaaaa!" fayyadh shouted this time, uncluttering on the edge of the abyss.

"From the beginning I realized I had fallen in a storm, if I had to get out now, I would have been hurt. Aaaarrggghhhhh!"

Fayyadh repeatedly shouted, the heavy voice echoed. Making a pair of beautiful netra turn their head and look for the source of the voice.

The position of sector five under the previous steps makes the garden beautiful visible from the top strife. The owner of the eyes narrowed, looking at a small figure on the edge of the abyss. He was worried about his condition, bad thoughts raging. In a flash of light he shot towards the man who was heartbroken.

"Deliver! untie me!"

"You're crazy! wanna die? don't be silly!" yelled the girl.

Both also fell due to the rebellion Fayyadh who did not like to be touched other than his mahram.

"GO!" throw the handsome guy at the young girl, she's still in the position of falling over the flower plants they broke.

Feeling that her sacrifice was being ignored, the beautiful girl got up, leaving the broken-hearted man there.

If Fayyadh releases all bitterness, another thing with Aiswa. Although he declared himself sincere but still his heart was troubled thinking about the condition of the son.

Amir tries to mediate the situation, provide support to Mahen and will follow the favorite golden boy after this affair is finished. All are difficult, but kinship relations must still be firmly grasped.

Late afternoon.

On top of sector four, he still survives. "Maira, congratulations. May you recover soon and be happy, I pray from afar even though my heart has not completely forgotten" murmured brother Athirah.

He glanced at the watch on his left arm. "It's over, alhamdulillah. Dear Mabruk," she said as tears came back down.

The man then got up, removed the traces of clear lava from his handsome face and strode back to Joglo Ageng.

"Maira's. Mai-ra's. Mai-ra, good-bye."

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Orchids.

The atmosphere after akad is still thick with expressions of gratitude. Ezra hugged his eldest son, whispering various messages so that Shan steadfastly lived his life with Maira, the princess slept.

Shan was then guided by Abyan, greeting all members of the Kusuma family. Introduce them personally.

"Please be sure pasha-zade Shan, may Allah give strength and health to you in accompanying my grandson Maira," Abah received Shan's condolences while calling her family honorary title.

"Shan alone, I'm nobody."

"Even if your ancestors have a nasab to the top, also from Mother Dila, can not be eliminated the origin of where we came from, did not Raden Mas Shareef Shan? although Abah knew, it was only a title. Had Shan been an ordinary man, we would still welcome you" Abah replied again.

The young man of Turkish descent only nodded in disdain. The officer asked her to sign a number of papers, except Maira. Using a guardianship power of attorney because the condition of the girl is not possible to sign.

"Clear's? if we do, we'll go up Shan. Meet the Mothers is also your wife," Mahen reminded his daughter-in-law.

While Rey and Adnan welcome all guests to enjoy the dishes that have been prepared in the family room.

Shan's steady step up the stairs the second time to Maira's room was now calmer, although his chest was rumbling violently about to meet the pujaan woman.

"Assalamu'alaikum." The voice of the two men because Ajmi was inside since before the agreement.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Shan here. Give a prayer of kindness to Maira," asked Naya when her daughter-in-law arrived at the lip of the room door.

Shan drew closer to the side of the bed, he looked at the peaceful face of his wife now. Grasping his hands slowly and then giving a kiss there.

The heavy voice rang out, Shan held back sobs while chanting a prayer of kindness for his wife.

"Honey, tired is normal, disappointed is natural. However, believe me that you can get through this ..it is not about how many times I fall, but rather how long and strong we last. Passion and fight to return, to me. Ok?"

"Bismillah." C-ups. Shan bowed his body, softly kissed his forehead as well as Maira's pale pink lips.

"We are legal as husband and wife, dear," whispered Shan in his ear, smiling.

"Allahumma sholli 'ala sayyidina Muhammad, wa 'ala alii sayyidina Muhammad wa 'ala gist-baitihi .. if the recovery of my wife Maira as a way to be more firm to bring us closer to Your presence, let him return to the mortal world, but if Maira will neglect all duty as Servant, let it be this way. Yeah Robb. Aamiin," Shan closed his prayer, resigned how God arranged his life with Maira.

"Shan's." Naya sobbed, approaching her daughter-in-law who was still kissing Maira's palm. The lips were incessantly praying for the health of the eldest daughter Guna.

"Shan, look at Mother, son." Dila's voice reprimanded the son who was still focused on Maira.

"Eh yes. Afwan Bun, I'm happy to be able to touch him," his smile came up.

Instantly, the atmosphere of haru slightly melted due to the sloroh Shan plain. Dilara leads her son through a procession of silence on the two in-laws. While Mifyaz cool to capture every moment with his handycam.

"Patience to Brother. Keep praying and encouraging God. May all your wishes be achieved, happy and healthy always. Aamiin," said Dila hugging the eldest son.

"Regulate and pull me if one day make a mistake Well, Bun. I'm your son too" pinta Shan, staring at his two in-laws in turn.

"In the Lord. We'll take care of Maira."

Syahdu night for Shan also Maira. Without anyone noticing, the tiny movements of the taut fingers began to be intensely visible.

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