ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 51. ANNOYED YET CARING

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

Fayyadh repeated his long sentence several times until he felt he had arrived at the residence of Glenn Tusakti.

The handsome young man got off his motorbike, squeezing the intercom bell on the magnificent gate wall of the Fiora parents residence. Before long, a face of security appeared on the screen asking the intention of the arrival of guests at the break. Fayyadh briefly explained the conditions he had encountered, photographing the young Miss in her car.

"Oh yes, my mother." Security finally opened the main gate so that the car ojek online was in.

"Please tell anyone there that Miss Fiora's body is only lifted by a fellow woman. I immediately say sorry to Mr. Glenn, Fayyadh can not accompany him to the inside, Assalamu'alaikum," said the great-grandson of Kusuma rushed to leave the magnificent residence.

Just a few hundred meters away from the Takakti House, the phone in the pants pocket rang. Fayyadh knew it must be from the Grandfather who was anxious to find him.

The road was deserted, so he ventured to drive the motor matic at high speed splitting silently, challenging the night wind.

Early morning.

Wisesa is still sitting in the pendopo, faithfully waiting for her grandson to come back with Kuntara, playing chess with coffee, boiled beans and fried campu (cockfruit).

Shortly after, the sound of the engine approached. Sure enough, Fayyadh arrived but there was something strange about the young man's appearance. "Where's your jacket?" asked Abah when he saw the grandson parked the bike in front of the pendopo, only wearing a long T-shirt.

"Sampun, Den Mas. Let me just put the bike in the garage," asked Kuntara, for Fayyadh to hand him the key.

"Dek, later if you want to continue playing, this is escorted to the security guard post aja yes, the coffee makes again into less umpamane," said Abah to the young man before embracing Fayyadh enter.

"Neggih, Ndoro," said Kuntara.

Hatcute.

Wisesa's grandson then handed the key to Kuntara. "Thank you Kang."

"My jacket? cover up Fio's body, just now he's alms again," replied Fayyadh as long as he was a little upset.

"Well," kekeh Abah saw the look on his grandson's face that seemed to hold back anger.

"Call what, Bah? If it is awarded the perfect molecular body like an espanyola guitar, smooth ayu like Rosalinda but in the free umbar? is it his name?" sulk Fayyadh.

Hatcute.

Abah laughed off hearing the babble of prince Kusuma who rarely argued against the surrounding. "Subhanallah, Mas. Fio seems to be draining your emotions huh? pray also will get guidance from you if gini," said Abah to take the grandson to his room.

"Heeeemmm."

"Do you know what Rosalinda looks like?" seducer the Grandpa.

"Know, from yuyun."

"Yuyun?" Abah scrunched his forehead, a sign of not understanding the term children today.

"Yutub Yuk, Ndro," replied Fayyadh.

The grandfather laughed at his grandson's strange words. He then asked what events made Fayyadh behave like this.

"Yes, take a warm bath. Later Abah balur your back is the same for ginger anget so as not to catch a cold," said Wisesa let Fayyadh into the room while he headed for the pantry.

"Oh yeah Bah. Uyut's order was canceled I bought it because of him," his regret is still obvious.

Abah stopped, looking towards Fayyadh. "Please sincere people, Mazzeeee," he said.

Almost two o'clock in the morning, finally the young man saturate the faithful Grandfather rubbed his back wide from behind the blanket.

Lazy moving from there, the tired body of Wisesa was then joined to lie original in the bed of the grandson.

Next morning.

Takakti Residence.

There was a commotion in the morning blind from their young lady's room. Fiora vomited violently, now assisted by two maids who supported the lunglai body back to the bed.

"Fio, Papa thought last night you were only out for a while. But Sindi came back alone, she looked for you in various places until you came home in the early hours after you were found and escorted by Fayyadh," said the father.

Fiora didn't budge, she just shut herself behind the blanket.

"Honey. Forgive Papa if there is much wrong with you, if all this is the result of a vacancy that is usually filled by Mama, say Son. This old man will try to create and fill it again" Glenn sighed, sitting on the edge of Fiora's bed.

"Give Richard back," he whispered again.

"Can't Son. He went abroad and was reported to be in a relationship with a business partner of the Nixon family. You're just a backup, Fiora," Glenn said in the end.

The ayu girl cried at the father's explanation, sobbing poke Glenn Tusakti's eardrum. No more conversations between father and son. Georgia Florian's ex-husband hugged her daughter, trying to channel the remaining warmth she had.

"I lost Georgia, too, Fio."

The youngest son of Takakti joined the two, he misses the warm atmosphere like this. All residents mourn each other's problems without realizing that they can also be a source of injury for others.

"Ferdian, here son." Glenn hugged both possessions, the fruit of his love with Georgia.

An hour into the atmosphere, Fiora finally tried to sit leaning on the headboard. His head was still throbbing from a drunken night.

"Why did I see Fayyadh again, Pa? why is that guy always around?"

"He wants to go home, runs out of kongkow in angkringan keep seeing you in the seductive street thugs," Glenn told the details of last night's events.

Ferdian was just listening, not understanding what they were talking about. "Pa, can I home school?"

"Come, Papa read your letter. We'll talk after this. Promise me, Papa will be present at every moment of yours from today, OK?" glenn. He realized that the role of the father was important to them, especially Fiora.

After hearing the father's explanation, both Ferdian and Fiora smiled brightly. A flash of memory last night slowly appeared in the girl's memory.

"This, read. Fayyadh's message yesterday. Get caught, and don't misunderstand him anymore. The young man meant well, twice saving your honor, Fio," Glenn said, preparing to leave with Ferdian out of the room.

The eldest Miss Takakti, received a paper thread that Fayyadh wrote yesterday and entrusted through an assistant to Fiora.

"Take it baby, oats and your favorite juice. Papa's in the workspace when you need a friend, call me," Glenn added, embracing the shoulder of the youngest son.

"Yes, Pa. Thanks," said the girl.

His face was as pale as a corpse. The pink lips were dry, appearing to peel in the corner. Brunette shoulder to shoulder has lost shine due to lifestyle urakan some days.

"As a zombie." Fiora set her reflection on the mini mirror she reached from the nightstand.

"Richard, how easy is it that you forget me? what would be if-"

Deghs.

"Aaaaarrgghhhhh, bc-hl!"

"RICHARDDDDDDD!"

Finally, Fiora was able to let go of the heartbreak she had been craving all along. His body was still flowing, his breathing was puffing. But a little relief.

Favorite food served at the end of the bed, he grabbed. This body must immediately fit even though it only looks rigid from the outside. Heart wounds open, let them close on their own.

Feed one by one moves from the plate to Fiora's hull. The girl then opened a written message from Fayyadh. Slowly digest each line of his sentence.

"Pretty writing exactly looks. Dalem, is he in the same phase as me? but it does not look like a broken heart .. eh lest he screamed at the edge of the flower garden huh?" gumam Fio (chapter 31)

"You're right Fayyadh. No one cares, then this self should stop touching the wound. I don't think a handsome young man like you knows what a breakup and heartbreak is."

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