ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 39. SHAN'S PREMONITIONS

After their departure, Shan lay down by Maira's side. Releasing the invisible fatigue of the net.

Huft. Breath relieved.

Looking at the ceiling of Maira's room, Dilara's eldest son's netra flattened. If the desire for Maira to return was too high then being by her side, was enough to make her happy.

"Ma ajmala ya Habibatii, kam ana sa'idun bi khudurik."

(What a beautiful look you have, and I am grateful for your presence.)

"Al uyuun tansa man taro, walaakinna al qolbu laa tansa man tuhibb." Shan turned to his left side, then kissed his wife's cheek.

(The eye forgets who it sees. The heart will never forget who it loves)

This week Shan felt his body condition was not fit as usual. A lot of work piles up as well as the sudden action of getting married makes the concentration he needs to complete all of it double.

"My S2 graduation is still two months away, I hope that by then you can accompany me to go, Ai."

"Our celebrate schedule's only a week apart, honey. All honeymoon, you choose which city we will visit later, one month around Europe like enough to get to know you closer."

Silent.

There was a foreign feeling creeping in his heart. Shan, turn back to Maira.

"Ai, if all this doesn't get better. I will continue to fight by your side, whether you are willing or not .. Never let go of our grasp yes, my intention to marry is no longer to focus on achieving world things. Allah will certainly bring a test, either good or vice versa.

"I'm restless. Do you remember El? although our meeting was brief but Mahya Humaira imprinted it in memory. Wishing you so .. But if you forget, I will keep repeating our story, making beautiful things together so that I will remain in your every memory, the present, the present, then and later."

There was a sense of tightness squeezing the chest of Eldest Son Ezra that afternoon. His heart was filled with deep anxiety. Shan lost half his life when he hadn't married Maira in a week.

"Thank you our love Robb, strengthen your heart to always be grateful for whatever Your provision is. This self will continue to be patient until that patience gives up on me.. Give instructions, should how to persuade You, Robb? to have my girlfriend back."

"I am not the Prophet Adam who could endure hundreds of years of longing. Kangen Ahya-ku, Allah, I miss him." Shan shifted his body position, leaning to the left hugging Maira.

The clear thread escaped from the corner of the netra even though the petals closed. At the end of the day Shan only wet the oral with sholawat. There is no more beautiful prayer than a gift to the Beloved of God. Expecting syafa'at to be facilitated all affairs.

Until the night before, the daughter-in-law of the Guna family did not appear outside the room making Naya anxious. Many times the door of his daughter's room he knocked but there was no response from there.

Shan felt his body temperature rise, choosing to avoid Maira temporarily, not wanting to transmit the pain. He then sat in the corner of the sofa of the room, unmoving the call of the in-laws. The goal is one, reluctant to trouble the entire house.

"Mother," complained Ajmi's sister-in-law. Wanting to hear Dila's voice but her phone lay on the nightstand next to the bed. He was lazy to move, his body was sluggish, his head was wracked with great pain. Shan resigned.

"Ai, please."

"Ai, get up, here. Help me get a pain reliever, a real pain, baby," said Shan Maira.

"Mother," muttered Shan again. He finally restrained all by himself, the sick body was forced to relax as much as he could. Naya's daughter-in-law, asleep curled up on the sofa without a blanket.

By early morning.

Hoshs.

"Enggh."

A soft shrill voice sounded from the owner of the pale lips lying on the bed. Several times the fine movements of his fingers began to be intensely visible. Shan did not watch the precious moment second by second that he was waiting for. The handsome man was bearing the pain alone at the end of the sofa.

In her subconscious, the girl named Maira was fighting with a voice that prevented her from rising.

"Nobody's waiting for you there, Maira."

"All are against you."

"You're the cause of fellow lascars dying."

"With which face do you face your friends and teachers, Mahya?"

"Your pain hasn't healed properly."

"Your father is sick and ashamed of you."

"No .. no, no!" Maira is throwing away her nightmare.

A long night for both people who are in one room but struggle with each other's pain.

At 04.00.

Shan is awake, the biological clock has made him return to earth. He still feels pain like last night. The head is increasingly pulsating violently, the feathers also bristled to feel the temperature of the air conditioner.

Maira's husband, trying to rise up to go to the bathroom for ablution and prepare for dawn prayers.

First he woke up, staggered and chose to sit for a moment. His left hand held his head up, massaging the temple slowly there hoping that the pain disappeared a little.

Both times, Shan slowly tried to get up by holding the back of the sofa. The long legs he stepped up, swiping the slippers of the house on the floor. Both El Shan's burly hands look for a pedestal in order to propagate like a child who is learning to walk. His steps were limped but thanks to patience, Shan managed to reach the bathroom door.

Not wanting to linger in the room because his body shivered again, Shan rushed out of there.

"Argh." His throat was stifled, because the sudden movement made the throbbing in his head even more intense.

"Aaaaiiii, Iaaang, help me!" shan shouted from behind the door. He held tightly to the handle until the knuckles turned white, trying to hold his body weight there so as not to collapse.

"A-ahyah! I'm not strong!" again, Shan hoped Maira would wake up to hear her screams.

Pause. Hoshs. Hoshs.

The breath of a handsome young man hunting. He knows it is futile to call upon the heart. With energy left, slowly handle the bathroom door he opened and then his legs back on the move.

"Eengh." Maira let out a soft voice. The young lady's head began to move slowly to the right and left.

While at the end there.

Because slippery and footrests have not been perfectly treading the floor, the stocky body is shaky. His hand tried to reach the buffet table near the bathroom door but unfortunately, the distance between the body and the closet was still one inch left. Shan only managed to grab a vase of flowers on the table.

Prang. The sound of things breaking and falling.

Brughs. Shan collapsed, his head hitting the floor. The sturdy body was instantly silent without flinching on the broken glass vase of flowers.

"Yeshaaaaaa!" Maira's voice, she shouted to Naya, as Shan arrived there.

Hoshs. Hoshs. Maira's breath was cut off. Those round eyes were glaring.

Brakkk. Mahendra forced the door of his daughter's room. Naya accompanies behind the husband's wide back, hoping to be anxious about the state of her daughter and daughter-in-law.

They heard shouts as well as the sound of objects falling from Maira's room.

"Maira!" Mahendra.

The middle-aged man immediately rushed in, greeting the princess who was sitting on the bed with a blank look. Mahendra then hugged his favorite child, calming so that the rhythm of Maira's breath back in order.

Naya was dumbfounded, covering her mouth with both palms when she saw her daughter roar from a long sleep.

"Shan, where's Shan." Naya is looking for her daughter-in-law. Mahendra just realized that he did not see Maira's husband earlier.

The Netra amber scanned the surroundings.

"God! Shan!" Pekik Naya sees her beloved daughter-in-law falling in front of the bathroom door with a glass shard under her body.

"Abang, please Shan first. Lift up, he's my son too" Naya panicked, involuntarily shouting hysterically while crying.

"Mifyaz, Yaaazzz," The mother of two, again called the youngest son.

Hearing the loud sound of her bundle, Mifyaz who was in the room half-scattered ran towards the source of the sound. "Yes Bun ... Loh, Brother! Brother Shan!" Ayaz was confused which one to help.

"Let's help adoptive father Shan," said Naya still stricken with excessive anxiety.

To make matters worse, the three men stood up to support Shan's weight towards the sofa, the closest place from the bathroom door.

"here first. Ayaz, call the guard doctor below and ask uwa Dewiq here, hurry up!" pinta Naya, she has to think fast.

Mahendra rushes to pick up the P3K box to clean up the wounds on Shan's body. While Maira, still in bed, stared in wonder at what her family was doing.

"Quick Brother! oh God, this is so hot Shan's body. Son, El, wake up sweetheart," Naya keeps sobbing beside Shan.

"Darling, look at Maira. Shan, with me." Mahendra asks Naya to check on her daughter's condition in the corner of the room.

Naya nodded, she lifted her slender body away from the sofa where the son-in-law was, walking towards Maira's bed.

"Darling, Maira. Thank God," Naya hugged the eldest daughter. Peeping the top of the head.

Shareef Shan's wife just kept silent not responding to what her mother said. The body that looks thin is still regulating the breath also get used to the retina of the eye to catch the light around.

"Well huh?" naya asked, seeing that Maira was silent.

Maira just stared inexplicably at the face of ayu in front of her. He then slowly nodded.

"So soon, Mommy, get me a drink."

Dilara's son-in-law's Netra amber winked a few times, trying to quickly scan the light bias as well given where she was.

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