ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 44. FAYYADH EXAM

"Innalallahi. FIORA!"

Fayyadh was shocked at what a glimpse of his net caught. The handsome young man then turned his face away, and rushed into the room to ask the female staff to come in.

"Where's Richard?" fayyadh asked the hotel staff who looked confused. The man made contact with the walkie talkie he was holding while the female staff waited with anxious faces over the incident.

"Frost, Sir. What's the matter?" ask the woman.

"Miss, please go inside. Help the girl get dressed. I'm waiting here to call the family. Please get the doctor to check on her condition and accompany Fio until I get back here" Fayyadh told female staff.

The frontline officer nodded, fulfilling the request of the suite guests who had failed to enter his room. He then stepped into the open room, where the incident occurred.

"Sir, can I have a cctv secured? in this hallway for me? I'm asking for the record as proof" Fayyadh told the male staff when he finished talking to security.

"By Mister. Is there a relationship with the victim? will it go to the authorities about this?" ask the staff again.

"He ... do I have to answer it to you in detail? because it's my privacy. Reported or not, recent affairs. The important thing is that Fio survived there is also evidence of CCTV records earlier, please." Fayyadh also assured the hotel that he did not intend anything, all the information can be asked when the Fio family arrived later.

After a few minutes, the first successful attempt of the nego Fayyadh collapsed. While waiting for Fio to wake up, Kusuma's man stepped into the control room on the ground floor of the luxury hotel with the male staff.

Nearly twenty minutes, Fayyadh finally managed to get the records. It's time to tell Abah to pass on to Mr. Glenn.

Trowels. Trowels. Connected calls.

"Yes Mas. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Bah, I'm at the hotel. Not deliberately mergokin Fio brought by his lover in a state of stupor and want in-duh what is the language that is so .. CCTV records are safe, please Abah contact Mr Glenn can not? pick Fio up at the location so I can come back," said Fayyadh streak without pause.

"Innalallahi. Is it right, Mas? Ok Abah inform Mr. Glenn immediately. Wait there yes," replied Wisesa.

"Yes. Fio was in the room with the female hotel staff and I called the doctor to check on him" Fayyadh said, taking the elevator to the floor.

Not to forget, the young man sent the capture number of the hotel room when he arrived there. He also moved the obtained CCTV files to Goo-gle Dri-ve and back-up the data. His heart was not calm, so Fayyadh also sent the recording to his brother's phone.

"Save ya Bah. Nitip files." The message was sent just as it had arrived at the room.

After that Fayyadh closed the door of the room that Fiora occupied. He chose to wait outside the room with one of the male staff.

Thirty minutes later.

Mr. Glenn came hastily with one of the assistants as well as the lawyer. At the sight of Fayyadh, the middle-aged man pulled his arm over. Saying thank you also asks to be willing to be a witness when going to file a lawsuit.

Cicit Kusuma can not give an answer, Fayyadh just said he should see the condition of Fio first in there.

An hour later.

Fiora was not fully aware when the smooth white body was evacuated with the help of a wheelchair because Mr. Glenn had an ambulance in the lobby of the hotel. He plans to bring Fiora to the visa.

"Don't Fayyadh see what it was the first time?" glenn asked as the two followed the pace of the medics pushing Fiora's wheelchair towards the ground floor.

"I gave it a quick glance, just two seconds ago asking the hotel staff to come in. The records will be sent by email to you, sir," said Fayyadh was not happy if Glenn prejudiced that he enjoyed his daughter's makeup while lying on his back with minimal fashion.

"Thank you very much. Hope nothing happens to him. We go first" said Glenn Tusakti.

The handsome man Kusuma then headed to the frontline to restore Fiora's room card access. After that he left the hotel the scene of the tragedy that afternoon.

White Honda Freed drove out the Hotel.

The heart of Amir's eldest son still did not feel much better. Precisely now his brain is struggling with the state of Fiora compared to Maira. Feeling that he had nothing to ask about the condition of the two girls, Fayyadh chose to circle around the city of Solo without a clear destination until he was unaware that ashar time was running out.

The four-wheeled iron horse he directed into a fairly beautiful mosque still in downtown Solo. He then turned the steering wheel, parked his car backwards to later follow the sign in the paving so that the white freed position was neatly aligned. Shortly after, the owner of the long legs came down and rushed towards the ablution.

Just a few steps away.

Brakkk's. Fayyadh turned to the source of the voice.

"My car!" panicked, Abah's car hit from behind.

"sorry. I'm not so smooth yet so still clumsy," he said when opening the car glass.

"Down first, Miss. Solved with the owner of the car you hit. Go ahead" the parking attendant replied to the driver.

The young girl then went down, bowing her face as she passed by Fayyadh. He was afraid of being stared at so intensely by the owner of a narrow and sharp eye bead.

"It's a good thing to wear this, so my expression is subtle" she said.

"Miss. Just wait on the terrace, I want to pray Ashar first. Don't run!" hardik Fayyadh, as if having an impingement on the vexation that he could not let out since.

"I'm not going to run away, sir. Responsibility, because Arundati does not contain cowards, "the responsibility is firm.

"A-rundati. Si-please Miss just wait in the office," said the parking spokesman suddenly friendly.

"Arundati, who is it? why did the parking kang suddenly salute after hearing Arundati's name?" inner Fayyadh.

"Yes kudu lah, the same shame," Fayyadh pointed to the niqab the girl was wearing as she passed her intention to pray ashar at the end of time.

The young man pondered for a long time after his greeting was completed. A short recitation then rushed to the administrative office of DKM where the girl waited, to immediately resolve this matter.

The agreement was reached by the two after meeting also discussed, his brother's car will be towed to the workshop to be repaired until smooth as before and Fayyadh will be driven home by an online driver ordered by the girl.

"This is my name card. If you need a replacement car, I'll send it to the residence while waiting for Freed to be repaired" he bargained as he handed over a business card.

"Afra Arundati, Certified Grafology .. no need, thank you, I just go home with an online motorcycle taxi," murmured Fayyadh read the writing there and rejected the offer of the girl named Afra.

Fayyadh then put the name card in his wallet and decided to stay at the mosque and intend to return home ba'da isya later.

Ten minutes ahead of Adzan. Feeling his stomach a little sore he then exit the DKM administration room to the canteen at the end of the hawker center of the area. Fayyadh ordered a warm sweet tea as well as toast with other than strawberries then sat down at one of the tables.

Waiting for the order to arrive. Someone approached.

"Sir, Afwan. I forgot to ask for your cell phone number. Can you?" the voice of the girl.

"Fayyadh only. Is my face paternal?" the insinuation doesn't like.

"Yes men are called Fathers. Masa Jeng or ses? want some?" reply lightly.

"My phone's dead, don't memorize personal numbers. Later will call you, there was already a name card," said Fayyadh lying because the objection began to be disturbed.

"Yes if so. Syukrons. You need a release of negative energy, or even need to remodel the handwriting style to be more friendly that will be useful for your future," said the girl as she walked away from Fayyadh.

Feeling his personality in the nosy, the man with the handsome face turned to a figure that slowly moved away.

"Grafology, what's so he's doing. Ah tell me let me consult your clinic," said Fayyadh at the time of his order, the smell of appetizing food does not make a serving of bread last long on the plate. In an instant everything had moved to its warm hull.

Ba'da Isha's.

Just now he's getting an online motorcycle taxi to drive home, his phone is ringing.

"Mas, get home. There is something about you," said Abah.

There was a noise behind Abah, a man shouting loudly calling his name.

"Who's Bah?"

"Return Mas. Later explained at home. Be careful" said Grandpa.

Kusuma's great-granddaughter's heart started to fret. "Other than this?" his mind when the ojek he was riding had left the mosque courtyard.

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