ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 33. IDOLS

Next morning.

Before dawn Shan woke up, feeling astonished at the link of his left fingers tightly adrift.

"Shobahal kheir wa surur wa sa'adah, my dear," muttered Shan with a distinctive raspy sound of waking up.

"Beautiful view before dawn, Maa is Allah. Enjoy getting married like this, happy when you see the face of an angel in the early morning. Honey, is progress? last night was not like this. If this is a gift for me, thank you for trying so hard to get up even though I know it's not easy. Ai, keep the spirit yes," whispered Shan, staring at the face of ayu while lifting their fingers link.

"Worse for tahajud, I'm really good near you. It's not usually like this, bismillah. Accompany me yes azizatii," he said again. He kissed Maira's cheek which seemed to be blushing in the morning blind. The dim light of the room lamp increasingly adds to the firm sculptured murat every inch of his wife's ayu face.

"My wife," smiled Shan sumringah as she pulled out the blanket and stuck her foot on the floor with an orange fur carpet.

The bathing ritual of the Turkish nobility apparently took a long time like the princesses of the king. Thirty minutes Shan spent washing all parts of the body until it was holy.

When he came out of the bathroom, a fresh fragrance poured out into the corner of the room. Making the air more fresh when Shan opened the balcony door of the room, let the thin curtain was waved in the morning breeze. Fragrance of green apple, citrus and moroccan mint extract, strong smell as if asserting that the owner is masculine.

Only the lower body is wrapped around the towel. Water droplets are still attached to the upper body, the fine fur around the chest increasingly adds to the sexy stature of the descendants of El Qavi nobles. If Maira saw this, of course he blushed staring at his hot body.

A few minutes before the dawn adhan, he still had time to perform dawn sunnah prayer, morning opening sholawat did not escape in chanted by him. Before long the voice of the awaited call, reverberated.

If the Maira family usually perform congregational prayers in the family room. This time they knocked on the door of the eldest daughter's room.

Geck. Geck.

"Shan, can congregational prayers here?" naya's voice.

"Fadhol Bun" Shan answered, rising from his seat on the prayer mat, opened the door and let them in.

"Usually it is congregated below, but since Maira so, we pray and najai here," said Shan's in-laws explained.

Shan just nodded, he was grateful that his family was very caring and involved Maira in every activity. Shan's new Guna Family habits learned this morning, their seriousness was obvious despite the appearance of the opposite, very modern unlike the sons of Wisesa.

"Sister, what perfume is it?" mifyaz whispers interrupted the reading of bin nadzor which he did.

Shan glimpsed his sister-in-law with a smile. "Body wash." Then he continued the reading of yaasin and morning dhikr.

"Hafiz huh?" asked Ajmi again but this time Shan did not respond.

An hour passed just like that. As everyone was about to leave the room, Shan approached Maira. Smelling his wife's face, whispering a prayer also gave a positive affirmation.

"My beautiful wife, will be back afiat fii thoatillah wa rosul. Loving my family as well as my relatives and Ummah. Ahya I will continue to fight and my spirit will return to achieve the dream together. To welcome each day happily, in the secret of Allah, guarded from all hasad is also close to Your sholihah creatures, Aamiin. Morning My Ai" Shan said. The sweet treatment witnessed by the Guna family opened the morning with much gratitude.

"Aamiin's." Mahendra's voice, Naya also Ajmi, agreed what Shan said made the man blush in shame.

"Halal Shan Udah, free to do as well," Mahendra always left the two followed by Ajmi and Naya. Guna's daughter-in-law just smiled knotty.

The morning ritual before breakfast the owner of Shareef Shan name in addition to murajaah is to talk to the Mother even though just asking for news. He then pressed the quick call button and loudspeaker so that Maira also heard her mother's soft voice.

Ten minutes he spoke to Dilara, his spirit flared up again. "Shukron Bun's. Today my schedule is crowded, in she Allah will ask for the number of the sisters so that I can easily contact Ai," he told the Mother.

Everything has been done, it's time to get ready to change clothes. Not a Shan when oral just silence without benefit. This morning that came out of his lips was the beautiful tone of pride of the santri.

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"Qola Muhammadun Huwabnu Maliki, AhMadu Robbillaha Khoiro Maliki."

"Musholliyan Alannabiyyil Musthofa, Wa alihyl Mustak MilinNas sharofha."

"Wa Asta'inulloha Fil Alfiyyah, Maqoshidun Nahwi Biha Mahwiyyah."

"Tuqorribul Aqsho Bi Lafdin Mujazi, Wa Tabsutul Badla Bi wa’din Munjazi."

"Wa taqtadi Ridhon Bi Ghoiri Sukhtin, Fa Iqotan Alfiyyatabni Mu’thii."

"Wahwa Bi sabqin Ha’izun Tafdhila, Musthaujibun Tsana’iyyal Jamila."

Shan's melodious voice was heard by Mifyaz who flashed in front of the Brother's room. Maira's youngest sister is still figuring out the personality that her sister-in-law has because Mahen has no intention of sharing anything about Shan with her.

"Eh, Brother Shan can? ah try to keep up, he's angry isn't he?" Mifyaz idly followed the chant of the seventh stanza from behind the door.

"Wallahhu Yaqdhi Bi Hibatin Wafiroh, Liwalahu Fi Darojatil Akiaoh."

"Kalamuna Lafdhun Mufidun Kastaqim, Wasmun Wa fi’lun Tsumma Harfunil Kalim."

Shan who was still engrossed in his nadzom heard a voice that followed. Still continuing the verse, he opened the door and found his sister-in-law there.

"Eh Brother. Sorry to follow up," Ajmi was wrong to see his brother-in-law caught.

"Can? not school? here enter Yaz, continue the verse if memorized," invite Shan to let Mifyaz into his room.

"Still Homeschooling Kak .. memorized but not much, only 100. If the brother up to 400," said Ajmi.

"Who taught you?" shan asked because he knew neither Maira nor Mifyaz had a pesantren education.

"Mother. Although we are not beautiful, but can understand although not as well as the students. My brother and I also understand fiqh a little bit," replied the sister-in-law.

"Maa is Allah cool. Al Umm madrasatul. Iza a’dadtaha a’dadta sya’ban thayyibal a’raq. Continue yuk," said Shan later, he continued the activity of changing clothes that were delayed because Mifyaz, still while cheerful.

The morning fun between the two men continued until the breakfast session. Mifyaz drove Shan's breakfast into the room because her brother-in-law had asked permission to duha first.

When in the room.

"Titip Ai ya Yaz. Today I brought Jasper and will be treated at the clinic first. After that to Dad briefly take care of my project and Ai later, just returned home," Shan left a message to Mifyaz.

"Ajmi Brother. That's it, because my brother called me, Ajmi," Mifyaz said, he felt Shan was special like Maira, so it was appropriate to call him Ajmi.

"Oh Ok, Ajmi. Please yes, syukron."

Smile expands on the face of abege because it is entrusted by the brother-in-law of pride. He followed Shan's request right then and there, moving all the homework into Maira's room. Mifyaz also recorded what his new idol skills were.

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Solo, same time.

It has been almost an hour Danarhadi knocked on the door of Fayyadh's room but never opened, so Kusno was forced to dismantle the door panel key to see the condition of the successor Kusuma.

After the door opens.

"Mas." Call Tumenggung because Fayyadh is still wrapped in a blanket. The Buyut also approached the bed, swaying his great-grandson's body slowly.

For no response, Danarhadi touched Fayyadh's drooping hand. "Innalillahi, hot," he said surprised when the touch of the skin felt the body temperature is not as usual.

"This high fever, Kusno please call the doctor yes," the employer asked his assistant.

After Kusno left, he rushed to ask Mban to take equipment to compress as first aid.

When he returned, he immediately put a warm towel on Fayyadh's forehead. Noticing her pale and dry lips as her body temperature rises.

"Mas, Mommy. Why is this, you are demoralizing. Should throw it, let it not hurt itself .. no matter what wes, it's healthy yes Le," muttered Danarhadi stroked his great-granddaughter's face.

The next two hours.

Fayyadh's condition is gradually improving. The doctor said his stomach was empty and dehydrated. The handsome young man's smooth arm has now been decorated with a long clear hose with the end of a pouch above the pole. Fayyadh was infused so that his body could recover.

It seems Danarhadi wants to inform Amir but he can still overcome this situation until the intention is done.

Prince Kusuma's forehead, now appears to be sweating.

"Hi, get healthy now. Do not linger in mourning, which needs you a lot. Spirit."

"What do you care?"

"Of course I care. The sholihah woman is not just him, open your eyes and heart, O Fayyadh. Don't lose the science you have."

"Who? you who? Hi, veiled woman."

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