ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 52. SENSITIZED LEARNING

The event's day.

Fayyadh has been avoiding his parents all day. He locked himself in the room, reasoned to be working on something and did not want to be disturbed. Only Athirah dared to harass the secret activities of his eldest brother.

"Mas, can't I come in?" a soft voice was almost inaudible, knocking and calling out to Big Brother from behind the door.

"Rephoshen, Nduk. Just come in, don't lock the door, '" said Fayyadh from the inside.

If faced with the girl, Fayyadh must be ready to sharpen his ears to look at the face and beads of his eyes because the voice of this one little sister is very slow and she is very shy. Speak only as necessary, even if asked.

Athirah opened the door handle of Fayyadh's room slowly. Then approached the brother who was sitting on the carpet.

"The more you, Nduk. Why so moody? has anyone asked you, huh, to Abi?" guess Fayyad.

Princess Aiswa nodded. "But Umma is only dem, do not defend or prevent. If Abi comes from playing, it's over me, Mas."

"Which person? you're still in school, you have a long time to go if you're ta'aruf, right?"

"Yes but I don't like it" he lamented.

Fayyadh approached, rubbing his sister's head dearly. "Is there something you like, Nduk? My Zeda is starting to fall in love, who is it?" fayyadh.

Athirah looked back. "Like because he's frankly, just like that. But he didn't respect me when he saw me. The man should keep his eyes, not stare. But he was as firm as Abah. I want to be gentle like Abi," said Athirah conveying a desire about his soul mate.

"Say Abi if your criteria are like that, so if he is faced with a choice, already understand his daughter's wishes" Fayyadh suggested later.

Fayyadh's sister raises her head. "Mas Fayyadh is also so?.. oh yes, Brother Maira his memory has not returned, I accidentally heard a conversation between Umma and uwa Dewiq, that he was looking for Mas. Ssssttt, don't tell me anything, yes" the girl's voice grew soft, almost inaudible.

Deghs.

"Maira, d-he's looking for me?"

"Yes. She said, if the memory of her husband is lost then it is not the case with Mas Fayyadh. Even Maira's sister only remembered the last time at the airport, Pas Mas just returned home that you know," whispered Fayyadh's sister.

"So far, isn't there anything else besides that?"

"Nothing. He said, Brother Maira wanted to know the news and chat before Mas Fayyadh returned to Arab sono," added the younger brother.

Geck. Geck.

"Fayyadh, Mas. Help Umma set up a stand at the venue right now," Amir's voice called out from behind the door.

"Beik, bertar Bii," replied the elder.

"Let's go again. I'll help Umma first. Zeda, your info is valid right?"

"He em's. Congratulations on fighting, Mommy!" he firmly followed Fayyadh who got up and prepared to leave the room.

They suspected that Amir had passed away, but was in fact wrong. The middle-aged man was still standing in front of the eldest son's room.

"What fight? Zeda, Nduk?" amir asked as the two appeared from within.

The two brothers looked at each other.

"Zeda, Abi doesn't like that you hide something ... Mas, don't listen to your sister. You know what Abi means. Let all remain in place" Amir scolded his two sons.

Athirah Zaida, just lowered his head in fear at the intense gaze by Abinya. "No Bii, Zeda didn't say anything" she said very slowly.

"Zeda, be a girl who is good at keeping trust. Know which is good and bad, must be kept alone or spoken of. Do not let, self-prejudice is beautiful but ends fatally if wrongly responded by our interlocutors. Understand, Nduk?" emir stressed again, especially to his daughter.

"Mas, sana gih. Umma has been waiting, Abi wants to go to Kebon first just follow you. Zeda, stay at home with Abah and Uyut, accompany Hanan because your sister has a fever" Amir asked the two. Without a lot of words, they disbanded.

Fayyadh goes with Aiswa to the event venue. There is no conversation in the cabin of the car that takes the mother and child to arrive at the location. Aiswa felt this was not the right time to talk to the boy because he was like her.

"Umma."

"Yes Mas? wh why? do you want to talk?" asked Aiswa, turning to his eldest son while smiling as he was about to enter their tent.

"Ummaaaa, I'm sorry I avoided you," Fayyadh hugged Aiswa from the side, slipping her head behind her shoulders.

"Later we talk, it is not good to hold all by yourself, do not repeat Umma's mistakes first," said Aiswa slowly while rubbing his son's head.

"I was wrong a lot Umma. Sorry," he said again.

Aiswa chuckled softly, patting the arm that encircled her chest and neck. "Yes, Honey. Later we talk, help Umma first yuk," asked Aiswa to unravel the lock of Fayyadh's embrace.

Mother and child dissolve in the busy setting stands, ambalan also other equipment. Their concentration collapsed as the voice of a woman approached the two.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. We are not open yet, tonight will be inaugurated," Aiswa told a veiled girl.

"Oh I don't want to buy at this time, just want to say that the car I hit yesterday has been completed and also has officially apologized to Raden Mas Wisesa, he said, I don't think he's your Grandpa, sir," Afra told Fayyadh, who was a bit indifferent when she saw him coming.

"Hm, car?" Aiswa.

Aiswa is not happy, finally she talked for a moment with the girl who ignored the son.

The conversation between the two women did not escape the sight of someone in the distance. Wanted to approach but he was disinclined. The clothes worn by the two men were very polite, very contrasting with him now.

Just now the legs were with smooth calves as the mini skirt she was wearing was about to step up, a voice holding her back.

"Miss Takakti? your tent is at the end of there, this way closer," said the organizers welcome Fiora to pass the stand Qiswa and Quenny. The path he wanted to avoid.

"Hm, I'll just turn it around," Fio refused unkindly if he had to follow the committee's direction.

"Miss Fio," exclaimed Fiora's assistant calling from a distance.

Fio was surprised, the insistence of the committee who forced him to cut the road made several pairs of eyes from similar tents turn their heads towards them. The girl had to walk down the hall again.

Fayyadh heard the name of someone similar to his grandfather's business partner's girl turned his head, then rose to look for the figure in question.

"Flame!" call Fayyadh, approach Fiora who passed in front of their tent, making Aiswa frown in wonder.

"Eh, you're in-sin-i too?" the girl asked stammered, attracting the attention of the two hijab-wearing women.

"Yes, Umma I was invited to the exhibition .. Are you better? hmm, sorry for the last one. I didn't touch it and drove to the front of the house" Fayyadh said a little awkwardly, he lowered his gaze because Fiora was still dressed in mini even though this time it was only a short skirt exposing her legs.

"Thanks, twice. Sorry at that time I was bar-bar," said Fio, also he was ashamed of his attitude.

"Who, Mas?" ask Aiswa in between the chat with Afra.

"Oh yes, know Umma, she's Fiora Abah's business partner. Fio, this is the most ayu Ummaku," said Fayyadh introduced the two.

Fiora extended a hand before Aiswa.

"Student, Umma Fayyadh. Want Fio to open the stand too?" ask the mother of three children, while replying to Fiora's hand.

"She ngisi core event and open stand only for formality aja Umma, Fio a teacher and entrepreneur. Maa sha Allah anyway," said Fayyadh mentioned the various advantages of Fiora in front of Aiswa and Afra.

The eldest daughter of Takatti grabbed the back of this sholihah woman's hand and kissed her reverence. He was shocked and not happy at the same time. "I'm Fiora Akshaya .. hmm, overrated, Mom, uh Madam, hmm Um-ma," replied Fio clumsily.

Aiswa just smiled hearing Fayyadh talk long to a girl, as if to know the beautiful figure in front of him. "Umma only," replied Aiswa dampening awkwardness.

"Miss Fiora, come," the organizers voice paused their chatter.

"I'll excuse you first Umma, Mas, want to set the stand at the end there," pointed Fiora at once saying goodbye.

"Let's come by here, son Fio," Aiswa let the girl go. Fiora nodded along with a sweet smile chimed in Aiswa's invitation.

"Maass."

Deghs.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Afra who felt neglected tried to attract the attention of Fayyadh. "My status is not far from here, the second hallway, if Umma Aiswa or Mr. Fayyadh want us to share and talk further, can meet me there," said Afra again.

"Young people should come, not vice versa" said Fayyadh.

"Mas!" reprimand the Mother, while Fayyadh indifferently threw away his face and turned his back on Afra.

"Yes in shay'ah. Umma stopped by if the stand is held," replied Aiswa as he returned back when Afra permission to leave.

Soon the situation returned to calm. Just a short conversation between mother and child. "Mas, Fio understands watch out for aurat, don't you?"

"He's not like us, Umma."

"Hmm, so yeah."

"Why?" asked Fayyadh, looking at the Mother.

"Beautiful, polite and girly. Same goes with you," said Aiswa trying to provoke Fayyadh's reaction.

"Hmmm .. I don't know, but he doesn't believe in God, Umma. And I don't know yet what the reason is. Whatever, if it's her faith," he said again.

"Make it happen, your job means to restore his faith, Mas," said Aiswa enthusiastically.

"Masa? no cluenya kok Umma," Elak Fayyadh again, rewarded with a peeking gaze by Aiswa.

"Related?"

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