ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 50. GUARDING

"Stop looking for happiness in the same place when you lose that sense. Because to heal a wound, sometimes we have to stop touching it."

Fayyadh is like warning himself when he pours a scrap of black ink on the paper he just folded.

After that, Aiswa's eldest son asked the assistant of master Glenn for permission so that what he wrote could be conveyed to Fio.

Towards Maghrib, Kusuma returned to Joglo Ageng.

While on the way, Fayyadh remained silent. He thought about when the nuclear family arrived the day after tomorrow. What they will tell him. Brand Qiswa and Queenny will participate in the annual exhibition event at Kasunanan Solo.

In the draft order that he had seen, Flyffy Craft also asked for flower supply on that day twice as much as usual. Maybe for event purposes. Fayyadh also briefly saw the target plan on the wall of the store purchase room when the last time control to it, that the day after tomorrow, Fiora will fill a workshop event for beginner business people.

"Mas."

"Y-aa, B-ah?" Fayyadh.

"Mikiri what?"

"Lusa, Fio seems to ngisi Kasunanan annual event huh, Bah?" ask Fayyadh.

"Do you know where? ... Mr. Glenn was invited as a guest of honor and asked to open a workshop or training for educators and Fiora, will ngisi part build a business from home for beginner business people," said the Grandfather. Abah plays an active role in the success of the show later.

"Considerably not come? he's unstable, "anxious Fayyadh.

"This is God coming. Fio does not seem to be the type that mixes personal problems with business or work. You grow to care about girls," continued Abah while smiling fluffy.

"Yes feel responsibility and guilt. But hopefully not why," he said still a little bit worried in every sentence he said.

Fayyadh only nodded faintly, his net narrowed he floated out through the windshield of the car. Twilight.

"Maira, you know what? there is an expression .. If you miss someone, look at the afternoon sun. Send her your miss messages through twilight."

"Konon, twilight better understand how to express longing without being known by the wind and also the roaring breath."

"Fio, I've been learning for a few days from twilight that makes me understand the meaning of a word willingly. Because he only came for a moment and gave the most beautiful scenery to be devoured by the night. Spirit yes, we are equally awakened," Inner Fayyadh.

The look of the handsome young man still faithfully took off a reddish orange tinge out there.

Joglo Ageng, adzan maghrib.

The black alphard entered the spacious courtyard of the Danarhadi residence. Fayyadh saw his grandfather's car had been parked pretty in the garage outside. He immediately rushed down when the luxurious vehicle he was riding in, had just stopped.

"Kang, how'd it been taken? done right?" ask Fayyadh to Kuntara who handed him the car keys.

"Just finished, Den Mas. Miss Afra was disappointed and followed here, she was in the living room inside, monggo," Kuntara replied explaining the incident this afternoon.

"Maghrib. Later I meet," said Fayyadh as he passed into the house through the side road to avoid Afra.

Abah had been far abandoned by his grandson, approached Kuntara and got the same explanation from him. Not following Fayyadh, Wisesa actually entered through the front door of the main building.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Raden Mas Wisesa," said Afra, rising to salute the host.

"Please sit Nduk, want maghrib first? next to the pendopo there is a mushola, monggo," reply Abah welcome the guest.

"I just briefly Den Mas, just wanted to say an apology also thank you. Don't put your heart into what you said about you through Kang Tara, it's purely my fault. Pamit ya Den Mas, see you again at the event the day after," said Afra rise. The veiled girl then bowed and passed out of the living room of Joglo Ageng, accompanied by his assistant.

Abah only smiled, nodding faintly as he ushered in the girl's departure.

"It's better now, Nduk. Bima Arundati should be grateful that Afra wants to move. He still accuses me of influencing his family. Bima Bima, if not my little friend, I've unraveled all your disgrace first," muttered Abah, remembering their past.

"Hopefully you don't get hooked on Afra ya Mas. The girl is good, sholihah in shay'ah Allah in your guidance but her family, astaghfirullah," he added.

Wisesa then closed the door, and went inside to perform three mandatory skirts that evening.

Ba'da Isha's.

After dinner, Fayyadh wanted to breathe the night air of Solo. He asks for a key motor matic who rarely goes out of the garage on Abah.

"Don't come home late. Take care of your health, it's not good to have a night breeze, Mas" the grandfather's message as he handed the red Vario key to his granddaughter.

"Don't speed, Mas."

Fayyadh nodded as he passed from the living room to the garage. Before long, he had already slid off in a two-wheeled vehicle leaving the residence.

Not all heartbroken people have to cry roaring. Solitude becomes a way for Fayyadh to release a little bit of what slowly pierces his heart, although this way is much longer and hard to rise.

After an hour of speeding at a slow pace surpassing that of the mothers. The vario motorbike he was driving pulled over at one of the angkringan close to the city center. The night atmosphere of Solo city slightly entertains anxiety. Some baceman sate also wedang ginger had Fayyadh message before he sat on a lesehan mat pavement.

Really enjoy solitude in the crowd. Fayyadh doesn't care around, exactly Aiswa. Just focus on himself, until time slowly moves closer to midnight.

Young man Kusuma is preparing to leave the location. He wanted to stay, but the wind began to cool through the skin even though he was wearing a jacket, forcing him to get up.

The red Vario roared again, blending in with the noise of the vehicle and passing around. Fayyadh is planning to go home.

I don't know what fate brought him. Fun to enjoy the atmosphere of the streets that began to be quiet, accidentally netra narrownya see a girl, was seduced by some men, because minimal clothes attached tight to the body.

Fayyadh stopped, parked his original motorbike by the side of the road, pulled out the key and approached the crowd.

"Excuse me," he said.

"Go there, it's none of your business" jolted one of the men in a cheque.

How shocked Fayyadh, the girl who was being plastered by the illegitimate hands was Fio.

"Fiora!" yells.

The sexy woman looked over feeling her name was called someone. But Fayyadh thought, Fio is half sane.

"Lepasin Kang, he's my brother" said the original Fayyadh.

"What sister, meet big? pay here, stay on Lo's bike," the hard-boiled man who hugs Fiora.

"Truly stoned," inwardly Fayyadh, seeing Fiora resignedly even seemed comfortable in the thug's arms.

"Rich, take me where you want to go" murmured Fiora indistinctly.

"You hear? he wants to be with us, go!"

"Please no. Move," Fayyadh insisted.

There was a fight between the four men that night, a fistfight. Tenaga Fayyadh was losing heavily, he started to get cornered. His lips hurt, his stomach was nauseous hit by a thug.

Priiiittt. Priiitts.

There was the sound of a long whistle of Satpol PP officers, running towards them. The typical siren sound of the community's garbage car was successful in making the three thugs run away, run as fast as they can.

One of the officers approached Fayyadh who was panting, still standing despite resting on both knees. "Is anyone hurt?" ask officer.

"No, sir, thank you. Just me mar dikit," replied Fayyadh decapitated.

He then stepped towards the fallen Fio, sitting on the sidewalk. Take off his jacket to cover the girl's open body.

"Don't touch it, he's my brother. Is there a blanket?" asked Fayyadh, he brushed off the hand of one of the Satpol PP who was about to reach Fiora's body.

"Eh, sister? there's Mas, we'll take it for a moment" said one of the officers.

They then asked Fayyadh for information about the incident. After ordering an online car motorcycle taxi, Fayyadh was confused about how to keep him from touching Fiora's body.

"God is so good to you, Fio." Fayyadh saw the scavenger mothers pushing the cart across to them. He also asked for a moment's help, with a reward for him.

After making sure Fiora gets into the car's online motorcycle taxi, Satpol PP leaves them. Fayyadh followed behind the vehicle carrying the poor girl.

"Hopefully this time there's no misunderstanding anymore. I don't know what is behind all this, God. Servant is in your ways."

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