ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 55. ORAL EXAM

Fiora ran to the back of the venue, right behind the main stage. He mixed with the crew who were tidying up the cable reels after the opening of the event.

Downstream employees sweep the lawn from the abundance of paper fireworks when pulled into the air, making it difficult for them.

At least here, Fio did not feel too quiet. Then the staff made him often grateful to still sleep and eat well without excessive sweating.

"Non. If you want to run, tell me where. So I'm not tired of nyari. Umma worried," said Fayyadh, sitting in the corner of the sound system stack, two seats away with Fiora.

"Thanks. I'm fine, and this time I won't go crazy. My clothes are covered, you can go, ", said Fio, not wanting to be disturbed.

Fayyadh was unvoiced. Wanted to leave the girl aside but her heart asked to stay for a moment.

"Mas."

"We're the same age, right? just call Fayyadh," he said again.

"You are a man, after all his position is higher than a woman's. Can I ask you?" reply Fiora did not look at the interlocutor.

"Mas, the vibe feels called by the wife, if it comes out of your mouth."

"Just ask, hopefully you can answer correctly" said the young man who pulled his legs to rest on each other.

"Why can't God be found, seen and trusted? He's a liar, not like he said. For example, Mama, he was a obedient servant, but why did God inflict pain without medicine on him and take it from us?" lirih Fiora, the tears came back down.

Fayyadh looked over for a moment. "Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim .. I answered according to my point of view yes," he said.

"Hm, can. I was just curious about the faith that was embedded in your heart," said Fio, bowing his head still with the hijab covering his hair.

"God exists, cannot conceive of His being because human reason and ability will not reach to understand it, unseen. Proof of the presence, the form of God is the heavens of the earth and its content whether real or not."

"In the Qur'an, our holy book is contained in the epistle at-thaha verse five. Allah is in His 'arsy and 'arsy in the heavens, as mentioned: Allah the Most Merciful resides above 'arsy, '" Fayyadh added.

"God is not seen for the good of the servants, for if the ka-fir is seen, the privilege of the servant of faith is lost. As seen in the world by the faithful alone, the ka-firis will say they will worship Him because they see the same thing, so there is no difference between a believer and a ka-fir man" slowly Fayyadh said a long sentence.

"Sickness is a sinner, Fio. Revoked various favors so that people learn patience and gratitude, it could be a test to be elevated to the degree of piety because sincere and sincere accept the decree of God," said Fayyadh softly to feel in the succour.

"What is the difference between faith and not? and what good is the word of God saying to pray? the real evidence, my prayer he did not grant. Am I among the disbelievers in His people?" push Fiora again.

"Fio Scare ... God does not just grant prayers as I wish. However, Allah Ta’ala keep you from evil and danger, maybe it should befall you. It could be that God made the prayer as a savings and savings of goodness in the hereafter, or granted in other forms, ways, at other times" explained Fayyadh at length, his gaze was straight ahead regardless of Fiora's gaze.

"Ka-fir or not, only your Lord determines. The important thing is not to rush to want your prayers to be realized immediately. When it does not come true then you get bored and leave the prayer ..begin by praising your Lord, present your heart and rest assured when pleading with Him, Fiora." Fayyadh glanced at the girl next door who was also looking at him.

Deghs. "Duh, it's beautiful to wear a hijab."

"How do you feel that God is always near? if seeing an embodiment cannot be, begging him to be in every moment is not felt?" Fio stared intently as Fayyad looked away.

"Close feelings with God may arise because someone has tried to apply His attributes well in life. He has applied ihsan (well, straight, slab), a man cannot see the Creator in plain sight because God can only be known by the aqli and seen by the eyes of the heart. Up to here, already have an idea of what the nature of God, servant, prayer, Fiora?" is?" ask Fayyadh.

"Either. My heart is frozen," he replied indifferently.

"A flashback to what happened at night .. Have you ever thought why I was there? who moved my heart to take the direction of turning further? if God is not in power?"

Fio silent. "Yes fate may be," he finally replied.

"Everything that happens in this world has been arranged by God Fio. Nothing happens even when we talk here, "subject Fayyadh.

"Maybe God wants you to be a better Fiora than ever. Being given a test does not mean you are a slave, Fio. In the abundance of favors also does not signify you noble. All there is a reason," added Kusuma man.

"Give me a reason why God created man, but already know the destiny of his creation? why are sinners present?" Fiora was still fiery, indescribably anger on the face of the ayu.

"It's a very big question, Non. Allahu akbar, ease the affairs of the servant .. A Muslim believes that every event in the universe, big or small, is related to human actions or not, he said, everything is set in Lauh al-Mahfuzh and never changes."

"Stupid, sustenance, charity, age, happiness, suffering and more. Man is also given the lust of desire, told the consequences of each choice taken. However, they do not deviate from the decree and will of Allah .. You will not do so unless the Lord of the Worlds wills them, in the Qur'an at-takwir verse 29," said Fayyadh carefully.

"If it has been established, why try to be a good person? not just relying on fate?" fiora Cecar.

Fayyadh took a deep breath. "God, your trials are good" he smiled at Fiora.

Getting a sweet smile from a handsome man who has the depth of knowledge, making Fiora blush. His heart was pounding, a taste he didn't get from Richard.

Huft.

"We are only the creatures of Fiora, destined to be how absolute God's business is. God can throw good people into hell, right? But impossible" said Fayyadh again.

"Why is it impossible, Mom? how is God," fiora said.

"Your Lord is not unjust to His servant, Allah said in Fusshilat 46. Our task is only to try Fiora, my religion advocates for effort and not to stand idly by, let alone lean on destiny. Still not satisfied, Miss?" fayyadh said with a smile.

"Well, I'm looking for a drink first huh," he continued while getting up.

Fiora just silently let Fayyadh go. But a moment later he followed the young man's steps.

"One more. Do we have to accept all bad deeds, even if they are against religion? it's will, '" Fiora was still not satisfied.

"The fate of human actions should not be used as a justification of bad choices taken" concluded Fayyadh when he arrived at the coffee stand.

Fiora stared at the straight back from behind, looking unconcerned but patiently explaining to her the ignorant one.

"Mas, thank you very much" Fiora approached, smiling sweetly but ignored Fayyadh.

"Make his wife, less sugar sir?" ask waitress booze stand.

"I-wives?"

"Yes, right," Fio replied quickly.

"Mas should memorize my favorite, all drinks, less sugar," whispered Fiora.

"You know, we don't believe. So it is hard to be together if not God predestined" Fayyadh said of Fiora while on stand.

"Isn't the task of man just trying? fate or not, just try it first, right?" fiora's smile was bright.

"Ehheemm," Fayyadh clumsily faced ayu with a deep sea blue hijab, increasingly contrasting with white skin and pink cheeks due to the cold air began to puncture.

"Go home after this. Do not forget to pray Mama, until or not let God govern. The child's job is to pray .. Am I okay?" worry Fayyadh.

"Coffee order is complete," baristas put their drinks on the serving table.

"Thank's," said Fayyadh, handing over a piece of money to the waiter.

"Ehm, it's okay. Gomawo Oppa, mianhae has made you anxious" Fio blushed.

"Afwan." replied Fayyadh while shifting Fiora's coffee to be easy to reach, he passed from the face of the girl.

"The answer is in Arabic. Althafaris Fayyadh, thanks for everything." Fiora sipped some hot coffee then she walked quickly towards the stand as her employees were definitely waiting.

From a distance, Fayyadh who deliberately hid waiting for Fiora then followed the girl's steps until soon he saw her back to the stand.

"Very long, mojok huh?" reprimanding Amir, he sat in front of their closed tent hugging Aiswa, when he saw his son arrive.

"Say Umma said to nemenin, '" Elak Fayyadh.

"Ish, look from afar. Mas said earlier, he needs time to make his own, how to be cemented?" goda Aiswa again.

Fayyadh was clumsy, he scratched his non-itchy nape.

"Mas, don't let go. Muslim men have an exception if he remains firm belief again" angled Amir.

"It's not that simple. Not just relying on the proposition that it is allowed. Abi knew that there must be a lot of research, and others also. Besides I want, alfatihah and my prayers are in agreement," he said passed away leaving his mother's father.

"Eh ciyyeee seiman and se-aamiin," answered two A in unison teasing Fayyadh. The three then greeted Fio when they met in the parking lot outside the venue.

"Scarf he hasn't let go. Thank goodness."

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...Part weight, done. Its just my opinion. Mommy doesn't make a will or debate....