ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 43. STAY TIED
Tazkiya, daylight.
Dewiq reported the latest information about the condition of Maira in the special group of the Tazkiya family. The internist wrote that his nephew was conscious but had to be checked in the morning.
The happy response was contained there including from the twins, Farhana and Farhan.
"Bang Fayyadh, next week before returning to Mecca first stop by Orchid, look at Maira," Farhan told his cousin.
"In the Lord. Maybe I immediately take a ticket to the canal did not stop by anywhere first" replied Fayyadh.
"We look at each other later," Amir interceded, then wrote a long message there saying that after all Orchid was part of the Tazkiya family because of kinship due to the marriage of Amir and Aiswa first, he said, so we should give each other support.
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Solo, same time.
Fayyadh was sitting alone in the pendopo Joglo Ageng, reading the Risalah Al mu'awana by As-Sheikh Abdullah bin Alawi Al-haddad, ahead of the final two chapters titled Rela with the provisions of Allah.
It is mentioned there that willingness is the most noble result of almsgiving and understanding. For the believer should be able to firmly believe that only Allah guides and misguides, distress and happiness, draw closer and keep away, give and hold, to harm or benefit.
If a servant has understood, and believes in Him, then it should not contend with God in a born and inward way or complain against something that rarely even happens to oneself such as disaster or disease.
"Well, it's often like this .. Including me yesterday felt that way. Why did it happen to me? what's all this for? what sins?" murmured the eldest son of Amir, his heart opened.
Without Fayyadh noticing, Abah approaches Kusuma's golden grandson.
"Because the best thing for us is to be ridha and tawakkal. If you are unable to do so, then be patient and satisfied with God's gift. According to the word of Rosulullah. Prayer is the key to worship, the weapon of the believers, the light of heaven and earth" the Grandfather responded to Fayyadh's sentence.
"Well, you know this book? abah's version of the story can be?" pinta the grandson.
"Know dong, read kudu together with fiqh also if the Sufism, Mas. It can't be digg-gal ... Wa man yatawakkal 'allah fahum hasbuh, what does that mean?" Abah continued to discuss with him.
"Whoever trusts in Allah will have his needs met, at-talaq verse 3. Why did God command us to do so and seek refuge? allah is All-Knowing, man is weak in heart or faith" demanded Fayyadh.
"For God will love such a believer, Matt. Wa'alallahi fal yatawakkalil mucminun, only in Allah the believer must-" Abah stopped the sentence so that the grandson connected the word.
"Considerate" continued Fayyadh.
"Do you know what tawakkal means?" say Abah again. Fayyadh.
"Ult fully surrender to God in the face or waiting for the results of a work, or waiting for the consequences of a situation. Regardless of weak heart or faith, upami until timeosenipun resigned yo milet pripun Allah maringi solution enang sae, senadyan ati roso ngelu," said the grandfather.
Difficult to accept, still realized by Wisesa. Moreover, hearing the news about Maira had realized maybe splash again a sense of regret or even disappointment why the two figures of parents who he admired did not escape the desire at that time.
"But tetep ya Bah. How the denial was ignored, still remains unfolding. It feels like I'm just struggling with that, wanting to move forward but it's hard to leave because again Abi pulled me," complained Fayyadh.
"Excuse, leres. Therefore it was mentioned only in asking for protection from Allah because of the weak heart .. I should remember it like this Mas let it be relieved. God will meet your needs. There gih, take a walk. Once you wait for the flower delivery to be ready, you check to Kebon before sending. Miss Fio's engagement is tomorrow night, right?"
"Yes. I have to control there again? it shouldn't be, '" elak Fayyadh tried to dodge.
"It doesn't have to go to Flyffy Craft, just to Kebon. But Abah was just that, Mas. You are getting here even more there," replied the Grandpa.
"But, Njid gaul." Fayyadh laughed at the words of his brother who followed the trending jargon of the famous sentence.
Abah laughed and handed the keys to the Honda Freed car into the hands of his granddaughter. "Sana, do not go home from the mallem, even before the weekend," Wisesa said.
Fayyadh is honestly lazy to leave the house, but the shadow of Maira who smiled sweetly wiggled in the eyes. He was as strong as he wanted to let go of it but again heavy as it was still one main circle.
"This is my ordeal, my greatest test. Not just about the pain, but Abah said the gesture turned out to be very torturous because I was still negligent," murmured Fayyadh while pressing the remote button of the car.
Before long the four-wheeled vehicle was out of Joglo Ageng to a cafe that hits downtown Solo.
"Between want to avoid at once close, difficult me who can not release the anger and pain in the heart, this is. How was Umma's time then that's how." Fayyadh monologues as he arrives at a crossroads, red lights.
His finger he tapped several times on the steering wheel, the net was narrowed focus to the front of his car. "Eh, that's how it is. Well bad," Fayyadh commented on the couple as if they were fighting in there. The sound of the horn was said to be coming from behind, but the vehicle in front of him did not move forward.
Kusuma man finally took the initiative to turn the steering wheel to the left and began to exit the row so that the car behind can drive back to normal again.
The next few minutes.
Wisesa's white Honda Freed, which Fayyadh drives, turns right a few blocks until it arrives at its destination.
"GalauBre Cafe and Lounge. Even the journey brought me here, you know what fate is. The lord of his body again upset," decak Fayyadh as he began to enter the cafeteria courtyard.
He pushed the cafe door and headed for the taking order line. Fayyadh's footsteps select a table in the corner of the room so that he can enjoy his leisure time to the maximum. However, just as he was sitting down, his sense of hearing caught a familiar sound.
"Tonight, come on. We want to be legitimate" a man's voice.
"No, it's the responsibility."
"What's different now and then, it's the same for me, too" he lamented.
"If only later, you'd be my husband. Now not yet, not not not to believe but I want special love," said the woman.
"Ish, horrified." Inner Fayyadh heard the familiar couple chatter. He suspected that the man wanted a proof of love with physical contact like a husband and wife.
Instead of his me-time stained, Fayyadh put a headset in his ear. He listened to the radio and covered his face with the hat he was wearing. His head rested on the sofa head, cozy like a home.
Even when the order arrived, Brother Athirah just ignored the snack and juice on the table, coolly listening to the sound of the relay Mother Naya from RatiSlo station.
Because feel the cold from the temperature of the cafe so piercing the surface of the skin. Prince Kusuma rose to the toilet, turning the direction not past the table behind him. As he was about to push the door of the rest room, the tail of Fayyadh's eyes caught the figure of the man he knew.
"Eh, what else is that?" Fayyadh passed, he was suspicious but chose not to interfere. When he came out of the toilet, he could not find anyone.
Fayyadh returned to his seat, reaching for the neglected drink. While gulping, he almost choked on hearing a disgusting sentence from behind. Not wanting his target to be suspicious, Fayyadh held back the sting as the liquid slightly entered the nasal cavity.
"Well, this can't be done. Brazen, play dirty Lu ya." Inner Fayyadh.
Foreign men with bad intentions also moved, memapah the woman in the deck out of the cafe.
When their eyes were diverted, Fayyadh also rose to follow where the two young men went. He got into his car preparing to follow the couple's destination.
Wisesa's grandson sends a message to Abah if he cannot control the condition of the flowers in Kebon because he is doing something business. "It's none of my business, but how. I know him, and I feel sorry for him. Bismillah," he said as he slammed the steering and gas tank following the car's pace ahead.
Nearly twenty minutes into the ride, Fayyadh finally got into the basement of a hotel. His heart was pounding at the thought of what the man would do.
His brain thought quickly to figure out how he could sneak in. Finally an idea was found. Fayyadh approached the receptionist's desk when the couple had left. He checked in and asked for a room next to them.
"Suite sir," said the officer.
"Its Ok's. On one condition, I want to be accompanied to a room with two female staff. Not to do something negative just want to be shown specifically because this is my first experience using luxury facilities," Pinta Fayyadh later.
The hotel can only provide one female and male staff to accompany her to the fourth floor of the luxury building. Fayyadh felt the time was very slow at last he ran not waiting for the hotel, leaving the room keys there.
"Mr Althafaris," exclaimed the frontline. They also want to not want to come running after the guest.
"Hang On's. Allah, take care of him though-" Fayyadh came back in a hurry while exiting the elevator. He hit a man who was running into him.
As for the stranger, Fayyadh ignored him. His brain just wants to save a girl.
Dugs. Dugs. Dugs.
Fayyadh bangs on the door of a neighbor who he suspects is having evil intentions.
Dugs. Dugs. Dugs.
"Mr Althafaris, we beg you to keep public order," said the panting officer.
"He's in the middle of the threat, please open it!" hardik Fayyadh to the hotel clerk.
"Can't be, sir's privacy. I'm sorry" he said, pulling Fayyadh's arm away from the door.
Brakkk's. Brakkk's. Fayyadh kicked at the door forcibly.
"What the-" the occupant of the room opened the door.
Bugh.
The eldest son of Amir floated a raw bogem on Richard. The man staggered, and Fayyadh forced his way into the room.
"Innalallahi. FIORA!"
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