ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 53. TWO CANDIDATES

"Rarely there is a clue? try to ask Abi later," said Aiswa began arranging hijab, other gamis also assisted by assistant Danarhadi gave.

"Bring Abi's name, what's wrong?" The voice of Amir approached and joined his wife's son in the event tent.

"Abi's son, I like it but not sensitive. Bii, what's Abah's info on?" sindir Aiswa to Fayyadh while welcoming the husband with salim, hugs and kisses before Amir sat down.

"Get pity on his single son, show off mulu. I play first if the gini," complained Fayyadh about to get out of the tent.

The friendly couple only chuckled amusedly at the protests by Fayyadh.

"To Fio, Mas? help you all test your guts," always Aiswa make Fayyadh keki.

"Test guts?" amir asked, pulling Aiswa sitting on his lap.

"Fioras. The girl is pretty, but she wears a mini skirt and smooth, Bii," teases Aiswa again.

"Fio Abah's new business partner? you saved his honor twice, Mom?" guess Amir at the son who bent his face because of annoyance became the subject of Aiswa's mockery.

"Ummaaa," son of Fayyadh.

"Oh deserved he said thanks twice, it turns out that behind the story so right? Mas, isn't that a clue?" lure Aiswa again.

"Au aah's. I walk away" Fayyadh passed from his parents.

The couple's conversation continues. Amir tells all the events, behavior and habits of his son to Aiswa during his time in Solo. "Change and uyut story all, Rohi. Including we have to keep Fayyadh from the family ... Arundati," whispered Amir in Aiswa's ear as he mentioned a clan.

"Why?"

"Something."

"What's the name of the child?" ask Aiswa again.

"Afra Arundati" replied Amir peeked at his wife's cheek.

"Ish there's Mba ... Afra's? wearing niqab? just talked to me, she's a nice girl, polite too, why the hell Bii?"

"It is not the adab and its morality, Abah said, watch over Fayyadh. But if it is God's destiny, then what else. Try first," insisted Amir again.

An hour later, the preparation was complete. Stand Queeny has been beautiful. The couple then placed a temporary tent on the two assistants they were carrying, while the two walked around the event site while seeing the participating entrepreneurs.

Aiswa turned to his left, not seeing Fayyadh at the Fio stand that afternoon. He pulled Amir's arm to visit the ayu girl's stand out of curiosity.

"Bikin's own Fio?" asked Aiswa when she saw the dark purple crochet handbag.

"Eh Umma, I'm sorry it's still a mess here. Sitting Umma," Fiora pulled a chair nearby letting Aiswa sit down.

At first glance Amir saw the looks of the girl. Not seeing the mini skirt that Aiswa mentioned earlier, she was now wearing loose trousers as well as an oversize shirt.

"It's beautiful, painstaking for her" continued Aiswa.

"Hello Om, please sit down .. hobby to unwind while producing work that opens the faucet, Umma," he replied honestly, bowing slowly as a sign of respect for Amir.

"Great thistles. Your effective time means Fio, very pretty bag yes," praised Aiswa when he saw the many models of handbags are beautiful, funny and elegant.

"Thanks, Umma."

"Take two or as you like, honey. Kan does not have a model like this, then display with the outfit that Queeny and Qiswa have, can jack up the sale of Fio also later," said Amir.

"The Faith of Umma. Not just one, directly two or as you like," every night Fiora chimed in Amir's words.

Aiswa smiled kindly. "And later Umma also paid," kekeh Aiswa.

"For everything you hold, dear. I'm your slave," Amir laughed.

"Slave love yes Om," added Fio still arranging the bag in the shelter.

"Yes, Fio. This later Queeny take sample one for each type yes. Hopefully you can colabs because your work is unique, neat, chic and beautiful," said Amir. While Aiswa began to choose some products owned by Fiora.

"Praise God, seriously Om? I have eight technical items. Mean everything?" squeak Fio, close both his mouth.

"Yes. Please choose Fio, as well as a little story in every bag you knit, there must be a right?" pinta Aiswa's.

"Sure, Um-mas. Anything, want me to send spec by e-mail or something? including yarn type, technique and treatment way?" Fiora offers a complete package of product details.

Aiswa smiled sweetly looking at the husband, when she heard Fiora's explanation. His lips spoke a line of words without a sound. "Man."

Amir simply responded by raising his shoulders upwards. There is still a long process to go through because Fayyadh and Fio still both have past wounds.

"Please total it first Fio, Umma forgetful, let all be paid to the eight bags," pinta Aiswa but rejected Fiora.

"Later if it is ready in packing yes Umma. I choose the color that Quenny has to be in harmony, even though all the items of the bag can be custom," said the eldest daughter of Takakti again.

At the other stand.

Fayyadh stopped at the Grafology tent because Afra's banner was holding back his steps. Feeling foreign to the science of this, he sat there, reading some articles. The girl and a colleague were consulting with their guests.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" afra's voice stopped Fayyadh's concentration.

"There's nothing specific, I'm just curious. All of this goes back to the nature of human creation. The nature that surrounds the occurrence of attitude malls due to many factors is not it?" fayyadh.

"Rubber. Graphology is the science of identifying, evaluating, and understanding the personality of a person revealed through handwriting. You know, the aspect of emotion that graphology can detect?"

"Not yet, what are some examples?" ask Fayyadh.

"Writing your hand can reveal hundreds of elements of personality and character," lang Afra's.

"That detail?" Fayyadh became interested further.

Afra nodded. His eyes narrowed the sign of a smile expanding behind the niqab. "Yes. But graphology is not related to good or not the writing, more focus on analyzing, observing certain characteristics," added daughter Arundati.

"Well that means that good or bad writing must be detected all dong huh?" guess Fayyadh.

"There is no bad or good, there is only handwriting that has a detrimental or beneficial feature for the author. We can arrange ourselves by changing the shape of the letters or how to write according to the direction of the graphologist. The name of this treatment is called grafotherapy. Wanna try?" challenge Afra to Fayyadh.

"How is it? is that accurate?"

"A lot of the line techniques we learned, all have a special meaning. Accurate or not depending on the experience of the flying hours of the graphologist. But those who open services like this certainly have a license certificate," explained Afra again.

"If changing the style of writing means entering manipulative dong?" fayyadh.

"No. The new feature aims to improve character and must be accompanied by experts. If the writing displays the author's original information, the signature conveys self-imaging, which one would you like to try?" take Afra again.

"Hmm, not for both. Next time maybe. Thanks, I'll ask you again if you need anything. You just open consul services?" tanya Fayyadh got up from his seat.

Long conversations with real Afra make curiosity rise many times. He was worried that he would be tempted by lust, then it was better to decide to leave.

"I work at Falcon Industries, helping them read the character of prospective employees of foreign companies engaged in chemical," he said let Fayyadh go.

A momentary conversation that was memorable, both for Fayyadh and Afra. No he thought, the girl had broad insight and a capable social strata of self thanks to her scholarship.

The handsome young man finally circled the venue until he arrived at the end of the hallway of Kusuma's tent. The narrow net caught someone who was having trouble carrying a lot of piles of cardboard.

Perches.

"Fio, careful!" fayyadh shouted as he saw the girl drop all her belongings.

"Eh, Mum. No problem, this is an empty packing plan for Umma," he replied slowly while picking up the scattered cardboard.

"Umma buy all this?" ask Fayyadh when he helps her.

"Yes, to be displayed with your brand" he added.

Adzan Ashar. Fayyadh was about to leave after all the boxes he put in the tent Flyfy Craft.

"Ashar used to be, yes" said the handsome man.

"Should it be at this time, if you heard the Adhan? does your Lord really hear all the prayers? grant it as quickly as you respond to its call? he's not always present in every event, is he?" Fiora looked at Fayyadh.

"You want to know my answer?" Fayyadh uttered the word of denial that came out of Fiora's mouth.

The beautiful girl who was now dressed more modestly nodded in doubt. "D-yes."

"Sholat first yes, later I will explain as much as I can," said Fayyadh throwing a charming smile.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Deghs.

"My heart."

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...So in the middle of this year, the online classroom community mommy ngundang a Grafolog, by zoom and private chat room. Deg-degan fitting read signature, but yes, 80% correct 🤭. ...