ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 37. THE ACCUSED

The shadow of the incident was still lingering in the eyes. Fayyadh's heart was pinched when he saw Fiora holding her cheek after the loud sound of a palm impact with Fio's facial skin. Plaque, the voice was loud.

Until the white box car entered the Kebon parking lot, Fayyadh was still not moving from there.

"Den Mas, monggo. Already arrived, still want to check the flowers and prepare Miss Fio's order, right?" ask the driver, when he saw Fayyadh still in the car.

Raden Mas Althafaris Fayyadh is aware of the reverie. "Oh yes, Kang. Sorry for that," replied Fayyadh as he pulled the lever on the car door.

Prince Kusuma's lightning-fast long steps left the driver still standing in the parking lot.

The handsome man then entered the office, a modern two-story building located right in the middle of the front facade of Kebon before the step down the stairs.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Abah. Mr. Kusno, this is an additional order for tonight. Also two days ahead. We make a repeat order system by web only so I do not have to ask for sign. I'll make a draft later," said Fayyadh handing over the list of invoices he brought.

The two men were helped by the admin to begin detailing the order of the Flyfy Craft that afternoon.

"This serious?" asked Abah astonished, only this time his business partner can sell almost thousands of flowers in just two days.

"Yes. Fio said there was another order for wedding decorations, the bouquet also engagement him the day after tomorrow. What's he a lecturer, Bah? which campus?" search Fayyadh while sitting on the sofa center of the room.

"Tusakti, the satellite campus in Solo only opened a few months ago. Fiora is a genius Mas, she is already S2 loh just waiting for graduation said her father. The relations are many, graduates of the University of Amsterdam Netherlands FIKOM faculty," explained the Abah.

"Kek famous campus in Jakarta, ThreeSakti. Don't-don't be adek brother already," guess Fayyadh while smiling knot.

"Still relatives he said, different Buyut. Buyut Danarhadi and Wardhani. Well Fio is responsible for the branch of his family campus here," said Abah.

"Because seriously? kirain. Hmm, cool is young. What faculty donk Bah here?" Fayyadh. His figure is uracan but keeps a lot of privileges in it.

"Communication and administration. Including socio-politics, FiSip. Started kepo niye but he already wants a fiancee yes Mas," the Grandpa seduced look Fayyadh as if enthusiastically want to know the background of Fiora.

"Honey do not close the aurat and sefaith ... Maira also took Fisip in Stan-ford huh. Pinter's a mystery. But come to think of it, Shan fits Mahya huh Bah. Equally active," complained Fayyadh.

"Hmmm, Shan took double majors at once at one time, so he had two degrees. Just like Fio, said Mas Panji is waiting for graduation S2 ... You are prepared by God for other sholihah women, if your knowledge is beneficial to the community, so Den Mas Fayyadh. So let's move on," said Abah, reminding his favorite grandson.

"It's easy by the way, but in fact Abi can never move on from Umma right? Abah aja still keeps the memories of Jiddah Artha in his heart, uyut too. So don't make me forget. Over time, may Allah replace those memories with other wonderful things. Ask Abah's heart. Abi aja admitted, the memory with the figure of Ibu Aruni was attached. Just shifted to a private place in the recesses of the heart," said Fayyadh at length like explaining the inheritance and mahram chapter. He began to care about the word move on.

"Yes yes, sorry. Don't act off track but yeah, promise. Because you know exactly the law of doing things excessively" said Grandpa.

Fayyadh nodded, smiling faintly in response to his grandfather's message. After a small chat discussing the figure of Fiora, Fayyadh tried to browse to the website of the page owned by Floffy Craft.

"Amazing out. This is a pretty website. So inget web Quenny, just as neat and slick thanks to the work of Father Mahen and Mother Naya. Just the layout is different, and it connects directly with other social media links that Flyffy has. Briliant is the idea of his marketing team," amazed by Fayyadh, he was a smooth monologue.

"My web school and Abi's web school look should have started to relax as well because Kebon Artha's website is also beautiful like this," Fayyadh skimmed through one by one every website owned by his extended family.

The eldest son of Amir then pondered. "Well, Abah's website, Kebon Artha, Queenny and Quennaya were directed by Mahen's father. Why has Abi not in the beautician either?" ask Fayyadh.

"So you don't want to when Mahen's dad offers up. Because at that time he was very busy mengurusin harvest vegetable garden for export. Just ask, now web and maintenance is held by Mifyaz ... Mas, the flowers that are ready to send today are just that, try checking first. At least tomorrow morning the rest of you for the day after tomorrow," Abah said when Kebon workers asked him to re-sort.

Abah and her granddaughter walked out of the office to drop points on the right side of the building. "Call Fio, Mas."

Fayyadh is reluctant to talk only in a chat together, so he makes a business group by entering Abah's contact and one admin into it.

"Well, check the Supplier Flyfy Craft group, yes" said Fayyadh while typing a message there.

Flyby Craft Supplier

"Siang Miss Fio. I'm Fayyadh, we have discussions here yes to all business talks including order confirmation, complaints and more. Regarding payment receipt, invoice or transaction support please send the file to the admin number only. Thank you." Thank you." Fayyadh wrote a long message, and signed Kebon ArthaFlo.

"Piang. Ok. My order for tonight is ready?" ask Fiora.

"Part of ready tonight, the rest tomorrow morning after breakfast."

"Can't send all?.. I'm allowed to enter my admin two people here yes," said the beautiful girl.

"Ok, please. The flowers haven't fully bloomed yet, miss. Don't be forced into picking because it can wither before it develops." Write Fayyadh again.

"good. Thank you." Thank you." Reply Fiora then.

Supplier of Flyby Craft, end.

Two hours later, the white box car returned to deliver flowers to the Floffy venue.

The shop was a little quiet when Fayyadh arrived. True said the driver, the lovebirds now look friendly make Fayyadh turn his face when the vehicle he was riding entered the parking lot.

"Egypt in public places. Where it looks from the outside anyway," its inner.

That handsome young man did not want to linger there. But apparently the presence of Fayyadh slightly teased Fiora's lover.

"So you're the one?" accuse the man suddenly to Fayyadh, when the handsome man Kusuma just entered the purchase room.

"meaning?" ask Fayyadh confused.

"The number of men that Fio saved, that's you?"

Fayyadh understands. "Miss Fio should have explained who I am, all contained in the employment agreement letter, Young Master," Fayyadh replied straightforwardly.

"But don't save each other's contact too many times, you must like to chat with my fiancee right?" closed again.

"Miss Fio please explain," Fayyadh asked Fiora to speak.

"He's just the supervisor of the supplier, Baby. I've already explained it," said Fiora comforted Richard Nixon, her lover.

"It's not a worker's cake. Where is the coordinator branded like this? it looked like a bourgeois kid," Richard said on the verge of emotion.

Fayyadh does not heed the insinuations, the sneers of Fiora's lover. He continued the work even though in a small heart he complained. "Hold Fayyadh, just today like this. Tomorrow it is just to send it without you participating," he said in his heart.

Fayyadh's indifference apparently provoked Richard's anger. He vented his frustration at Fiora. The fight sounded very clear. Makian, insults slid lightly from the Young Master's mouth.

The ears of a man of Kusuma descent who had never heard harsh words, and was very oral guard was disturbed. Yet again the driver held Fayyadh back from interfering.

Prangs. The sound of things falling and breaking.

The two men who were inside the chiller came out, worried about Fiora's state.

Some workers were about to divorce the couple but Richard's threats held back their move to act further.

"You defended him? is it because he's better looking than me? seen alim? come on Fio, since when did you change course?" Richard pulled Fiora's hair until the girl's head looked up. His lips pulled upwards, forming a grin of pain.

"He's muslim. Release, pain!" shouted Fiora.

"Remember that promise. Make me believe it, leave it to me or we cancel this engagement" Richard threatened while removing and throwing his hand out of Fio's hair.

The tiny body staggered into the ambalan. Had made a pillar shelf where his crochet bag swayed due to impact but was held by the workers so that it did not collapse.

Richard walked out of the store, not letting go of Fayyadh who was still standing watching him leave.

"Fu-ckk." Richard snubbed.

He wanted to approach Fio out of sympathy but he paused. Status is nobody, so do not interfere, Fayyadh remembered the message of the Grandfather.

"Miss, it's done. I said, next we are connected by group. Thank you," Fayyadh said later, passing by without seeing the expression of Fiora's face that held in shame, her personal story little by little known to the man.

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