ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 4. FAYYADH REQUEST

"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.

Fayyadh is like Mahen's biological son, since childhood sticky with Naya, as well as Maira. If there is a chance of school holidays, the girl prefers to spend half the holiday allowance with Amir, Naya's second brother.

No wonder, the story of the female shahabiyah is so inherent in the memory of Naya's eldest daughter. Amir who is a hafiz always tells Siroh Nabawiyah when Rosulullah preached to all the great-grandsons of Kusuma descent.

Therefore, children are enthusiastic if large families have a chance of gathering just sowan. Amir's story is a favorite for all children.

No exception Maira. Hope was soaring when the environment he grew up supporting his ideals to become a fighter.

It's late afternoon.

Mahen's cell phone in Naya's bag was unceasingly ringing, but if it wasn't a business thing he'd be willing to answer all those calls.

Not intending to ignore, the couple was still painstakingly arranging his heart. Whenever you strengthen with soothing words, tears are shed. The owner of Guna Farm.id just does not want to look fragile when his son and wife need a tough figure.

"Fayyadh, don't do this. We are strong, pray Maira yes," Pinta Naya. Watching Fayyadh continue to stand at the door of the ICU.

Fayyadh. "Bun, can I come in anyway? want to see Maira," he asked Mother Naya.

"Can't Mas, most replace with Mahen's father later only you guys .. time want alone anyway? not allowed, even in the room there are other patients because Mother is not sure," Naya hesitated.

"Aren't you sure how Bun is?" timpal Fayyadh again.

"Mas Fayyadh did not touch Maira," this time Naya's smile rose, teasing the nephew.

Fayyadh remained silent, lowered his head and sat down next to the aunt.

"Mother is suspicious. But the hell Bun, somehow in there later my heart," replied the eldest son Aiswa, equally doubtful.

"You are exactly my brother ... when will you go home? test loh, eman if it reaches molor again. Mas Fayyadh once said that if you want to nyusulin Maira graduation this year, condense the course until night said Abi Amir. Mommy is sure, Maira does not like if we do one thing long-winded," Naya's advice to handsome young man nan sholeh.

Althafaris Fayyadh was silent to the speech of aunty who was still very ayu. When she was about to agree to the gentle advice, her phone rang.

"dark, Bun. Lift it up, will you?" ask Fayyadh to Naya while showing her the name on the screen.

"Jawab donk, same time Umma ogah?"

The man nodded, his fingers swiping the green button to the side.

"Assalamu'alaikum, yes Umma .. enggak, Fayyadh nginep in Jiddah, but do not know back from RS when," the young man's soft voice, when talking to the Mother even through the air.

Indeed, the figure of Fayyadh is indeed Naya hopes to become a son-in-law. But good relations with Amir, not only blood ties but also other businesses worried faltering. They were close cousins since childhood. Naya suspects when the love that is present in their hearts is not a true feeling of taste.

Samar is heard by Naya, Aiswa's voice from Fayyadh's cell phone asking her eldest son to return to Tazkiya later that afternoon because they were on their way there.

Shortly, the call ended. As Naya expected, the young man was disappointed. "Bun, yes. Greetings to Maira, help the kiss on her forehead huh Bun," subject Fayyadh blushed.

Naya just smiled. Didn't think that this one niece was so dear to her two-year-old eldest daughter over Fayyadh.

"Yes, how many times did you?" goda Naya again.

"Many, ampe all the faces if you can." The young man got up, grabbed Naya's hand for the salim and asked to return to Tazkiya.

Naya chuckles at Fayyadh's request.

"Bun, I'll come back again yes," he said again before stepping away.

"Yes. Be careful in Mas's path," Naya's message releases her nephew.

Five minutes later. Mahendra is out of ICU.

"Where's Honey?" tanya Naya wanted to hear about her daughter's development.

Maira is stable but still observational. The doctor said, if it continues like this then the possibility of moving to the treatment room can be faster.

"Honey, call Doctor Dewiq already? ask for a booster drug, whatever the price is."

Naya nods, he grabs a cell phone and contacts Dewiq, Ahmad's wife, brother-in-law and Aiswa's best friend.

Mahen heard all of Naya's words when her phone connection was successful.

"Hm, later in thought and consultation to the Doctor after meeting Dewiq," replied Mahen, pulling his wife's body in his arms. The middle-aged man looked very hit this time, he seemed unable to support himself so firmly if there was no shoulder Naya, where she leaned.

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It's late, Tazkiya.

The Yai Hariri family gathers in the living room, except Dewiq. He's permission because after returning home the practice will directly visit Maira in the hospital.

Umma Maryam, delivered the latest news that she got from Mahendra directly this afternoon.

"Maira, the worst possibility would be a coma if in two days unconscious. Various war-sang drugs to trigger a reaction have been given but his body has not responded well. For this reason, Dewiq had permission for Umma and Ahmad to visit Maira first. Do you remember Aish, when you were in a coma for months? because of the Dewiq blend booster? well Mahen tried that option for Maira," explained Aiswa's mother and Ahmad to everyone gathered.

Deghs.

"Yes remember Umma, I was helped by the Hermana family, until Sister Dewiq became my sister-in-law. Also met Qolbi again and had three krucils," Aiswa turned to Amir, her husband and their three daughters.

"Jiddah, Njid, Abi, Umma .. hmm, Fayyadh there is one request, may?" the young man stared at all the Sepuh he respected.

"What Son?" Aiswa replied, followed by three pairs of eyes that pointed at her.

"I want to ask Maira to be my wife, so that I can take care of her. Whether you want to be conscious or not, I want him.." said Fayyadh steady.

Dhuuaarrr.

The big family expected this. Fayyadh really admired the figure of Maira, despite the age adrift younger than the girl.

"Not graduated from college, Mas. Maira will just wait for graduation .. after all he said he wants to focus on the same Arza preschool, your concept is already running and only needs to be serious there. also online and offline bimbel next to Arza school, it is, it takes treatment Mas, even though you have successfully returned the capital we gave and your efforts were smooth .. but all lived one-on-one first. Mate affairs are easy, you are young, do not rush," said Amir gently trying to persuade.

"Abi, I can go all together. The location is deketan, my house there is also yes although not yet so anyway because the money is to return the capital to Abi first right," replied Fayyadh quickly.

"Then from that, one-one." Aiswa chimed in on her husband's words.

"Maira needs me, Umma, Bii ... Jiddah, Njid, please persuade Abi and Umma," Pinta Fayyadh whined at his grandparents.

"Njid anyway how you, can not enough Maira born mind .. but, married to the family there plus minus Fayyadh, you know it .. if still insistent yes please," Yai Hariri salim raised his voice, embraced by Maryam.

"So the point .. can't ya? Abi is not my blessing? umma too?" Fayyadh mistakenly thought.

"It's not. Do not rush, your future is long, think again Mas," persuaded Amir still in a soft tone.

Feeling deadlocked, his thoughts were only on Maira. So Fayyadh decided something.

"OK, Fayyadh will apply to Mahen's father only, want to hear his opinion as well. Assalamu'alaikum."

Fayyadh got up from his seat, quickly grabbed the keys to Jiddah's car, intending to visit the Maira family.

"Fayyad! My mother!" exclaimed Aiswa, even Amir chased after his eldest son but it was too late. The young man had already driven the vehicle.

"Bii, how?" Aiswa catches up with Amir on the porch.

"Either, let Mas Panji advise or Abah. I'll call them first. Calm down Rohi, Fayyadh as a reflection of us," he did not deny, as if the past events between Aiswa and himself repeated in the life of young Fayyadh.

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Njid: call for grandfather. Origin of jaddun.

Rohi: amir's affectionate call to Aiswa, his wife. Origin of the word Ruh, soulmate.

Qolbi: Aiswa's affectionate call to Amir. Origin of the word Qolbun, heart.

Shahabiyah: the name for a female friend who fought proselytizing in the days of Rosulullah.

...The name, everything is from Arabic ...

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