ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 54. TOUCH YOUR HEART

"My heart."

"I think it's very antipathy towards women like me but it's not, even the Kusuma family doesn't judge what I wear. It is precisely they who maintain the view, including Umma's husband, and Mr. Wisesa was the same when they were already old. Does your religion teach that or is it just individual? don't many men often look hungry at women with sexy looks?" fiora muttered, when she started arranging Aiswa's crochet bag.

The eldest daughter of Takakti secretly observes the hijab employees. His heart asked if he did not feel hot because in the stand tent there was no AC. He had been sweating since changing clothes earlier that he had just bought from the stand next door, so that when he stopped by the Aiswa stand he no longer felt awkward.

"Mister, isn't it hot?" ask Fiora.

The karyawati turned. "No Non. Why?"

"That's wearing, what's the name for a veil? tightly covered also his clothes, length anyway. Not really hot?" push Fiora again.

The girl who was packing and sitting on the carpet smiled. "No, maybe because it's used to it and it's comfortable. Sultry there is Non, just kayak ya already enjoyed anyway lost itself later," he replied again.

"Wouldn't open? that sultry?" Fio looked very curious.

"Alhamdulillah, do not let. Because of the difficulty of keeping urat, time is just a sultry ngorbanin this. At most the fans will be dikit," said the girl, with a cry.

"That's yeah? do you need to close that aurat? is it good to wear long clothes?" Brother Ferdian asked again.

"I can't explain the details about that Miss is afraid of being wrong. But for Muslim women are obliged to close the aurat because of the commandment of Allah. I used to be from use, follow the school also demands Aliyah. But, for a long time become a habit and even if not hijab there seems to be less. Well this is either what the name is, hidayah or Istiqomah do not understand, Non." The young girl smiled and continued her work.

His heart rumbled, impatiently waiting for Fayyadh to come back to the Floffy stand. But hope was dashed when the young man did not show the nose again. Also, when he delivered the bag to the Queeny stand, there was no man to look for because there were only employees there.

"Ah, he wants to be close to women, Kusuma is famous for his chivalry both in tradition and religion," complained Fiora continued the work.

While elsewhere.

Fayyadh forgot to return to the Flyby Craft stand because at the Mushola venue, he met Amir. Ba'da ashar Father and son then headed for the tent for a moment because Aiswa had just received an order from fellow event participants who brought a lot of their brand gamis. After that, the two Kusuma men went home to take stock of the product again.

Busy at Stand Queeny rearranged the display with Fio's crochet bag, finally completed right when the MC opened the ba'da maghrib event. The first day Fayyadh kept the stand, became the months of local officials especially mothers so that she became a model when they sorted cocoa, caftans, robes and the like.

That handsome face was slowly bent. He chose to stand at the back of the cauldron, afraid when a prickly hand touched it.

An hour after the opening, the Queeny stand now appears loose. Even the Fiora bag is ludes so that Aiswa directs customers directly to Flyby Craft.

"Alhamdulillah. Fio is selling" said Aiswa while sitting poking her legs out on the carpet, next to her husband.

Seeing his wife exhausted, Amir pulls Aiswa's leg for her massage. "Mas, you were funny just there. They won't hold it" said Amir when he saw Fayyadh's face.

"Fear, Bii. You like bars, the ending is, uh sorry, handsome," Fayyadh imitated in a meme-menye tone.

Aiswa laughed at the silliness of the eldest son. Although he did not deny his heart was afraid Fayyadh was angry if a customer touched the body of the son.

"Can say, sorry ma'am don't touch, still seal," said Amir.

"Why not Abi?" pebik pissed.

"Yee, Abi will help pack also count the payment earlier. Mas kan nganggur, anyways Abi only have Umma," kilah Aiswa.

"Kan, Umma also did not want Abi to be held. Cheating emang, the fate of singles gini nih," complained Fayyadh while taking off the last cocoa clothes he wore.

If in the other tent is still busy with the visitors, different from Fleffy and Queeny. They have been quiet. The familiarity of the Fayyadh family is caught by the Netra Fiora who approaches their stand.

"Good Night, everyone," Fiora said.

"e-eh Fio's. God, I forgot, sorry," said Fayyadh when he saw Fiora standing at the side of the model.

"It's okay, Mom." The owner of Flyfy Craft saw Fayyadh at a glance.

"Here enter Fio, Umma again in Abi's pajitin, cape standing earlier," Aiswa waved to him.

The girl came in, took off her footwear. Respecting them.

"Umma, Om, thank you so much for helping with sales today. I'm h-app-y," said Fiora.

The lady with the long sleeve sweatshirt outfit is also the loose pant is smiling. "This is for Umma, free." He pushed one dark purple clutch, for Aiswa.

"That can't be like this, Umma intention to buy it anyway." Aiswa pulled her legs and sat cross-legged facing Fiora.

"What's wrong, accepted Umma. As a thank you that you guys want to be friends with me, outside of business relations," Fiora said trying to express her grief.

Aiswa. She glanced at Amir, while her handsome husband was hinting with a glance at Fayyadh. However, their eldest son was insensitive, he was engrossed in playing games. "How are we bartering? Fio choose Umma design deh, custom too. Can outfit anything," bargained Aiswa.

Fiora weighing. "If only that could not be Umma?" his great-grandson was embarrassed, pointing at pashmina, the scarf that Queeny had.

"Can. Yuk select, later Umma share some style," Aiswa rise, invite Fio to the front display.

The two women were cool to talk when choosing some scarves. Aiswa also explains the meaning in each design.

"Here you go" select Fiora. He tried to fold the cloth, trying to cover his hair.

Aiswa. "Here, Umma help. Do you know what this is used for?"

Fiora nodded. "Know dong Umma. Can be as a hijab, make a scarf too, let alone a beautiful motif," he said again.

"Ocean, deep blue sea. Best-selling variant of Queeny. To mean like the sea, to be a source of livelihood for many creatures of God there. It never decreases even if the fish is taken every day. It can never be mixed even if the two types of water meet even the river that flows at the base. Like women, it has a lot of potential, is strong and can always come out of a variety of pressing problems. Dark because it is complex to understand, peaceful, because he is a source of knowledge and affection" said Aiswa Panjang.

Fiora involuntarily shed tears. "Mama."

"Yes, Mother is a milestone of civilization. That is why God glorifies women, takes care of her marwah," continued Aiswa.

"In what way is Umma?"

"In our religion, it begins by closing the aurat .. well done, beautiful without sadness," added Aiswa wipe Fiora's tears.

The eldest daughter of Takakti pegged herself in front of the mirror. He remembered his dear mother. Her tears are growing. Aiswa was confused even Amir stood up to hear a subtle hunch there.

Aiswa touches Fio's shirt, and the girl hugs him. "Why, Honey? aiswa asked as her palms waved, asking the men to pretend not to know and to sit back.

"Kangen Mama's. Sorry Umma, sorry." Fio wiped his tears. Unraveled the hug just a moment ago.

"Meet," suggested Aiswa, stroking her head dear.

"He came home a few months ago. God's not fair to me, he's never granted all my wishes either."

"Put him, then" whispered Aiswa again, clutching his fingers tightly.

"It won't come, because our God is different" said Fio, taking off Aiswa's hand and running somewhere.

"Mas ... Mas, chase. Just watch from a distance. Umma was worried," Aiswa called Fayyadh to see where Fio was going.

"Let's just Umma. He needs time alone" Elak Fayyadh, he's lying with his device in his hand.

"Mas!"

"Astaghfirullah, Umma. Beik," Fayyadh got up, following his mother's request to see where Fiora was going.

"If she's safe, you're back here. We go straight home" said Amir later.

"Heem. Kan, trouble me again."

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