ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 56. WHENWHEN?

In the cab of the car.

Fiora was still ringing in Fayyadh's faint speech.

"Fio, in a Bukhari and Muslim hadith is mentioned .. verily I am based on the prejudice of My servant to Me. I will always be with him if he remembers Me."

As Kusuma's family passed by and greeted him in the parking lot area of the venue, a glimpse of him stealing a glance at the figure of a handsome man walking behind the two unpretentious parents. "You are cool, but it can be warm and soft at other times."

Without Fiora noticing, the corner of her lips curved upwards forming a sweet smile. A glimpse of a meaningful conversation within but colored by that ridiculous attitude came back to light.

Fiora covered her face with one palm, chuckling softly at the stupidity she showed the handsome man, while Fayyadh was so calm when facing him.

The sweet daydream of the conversation, unfortunately, had to be stopped by Sindy's voice.

"Non, tomorrow will fill in the after lunch material. Well we keep the stand open from the morning or what?" ask Sindy, her assistant.

"Open the store and the location of the event from morning. As for who's duty, take care of the main Floffy and the tent because I'm focused on training sharing. Will have to spill way also .. oh yes, do not forget to provide a package set of equipment for various models of bags, oh yes, do not forget to provide a package set of equipment for various models of bags, so that when the workshop is finished if there are participants who want to explore further can buy all their needs at the stand. Finishing touch two, the sale of Flyffy also the people earlier hopefully repeat the order of raw materials from us," said Fiora sumringah.

"Once pat ya Miss, can new customers who either as users only or choose to turn the bow so craftsmen as well" said Sindy chimed.

"Now you understand."

"Non, sorry. It wasn't removed? if you ask me how?" Sindy pointed at the scarf, still using the fiora as a hijab that covered her brown hair.

"Eh this?" His fingers were about to remove the pin under his chin to remove the hijab from the scarf he was wearing but the snag continued.

Sindy was astonished by the attitude of her young Miss. "Not being removed?"

Fiora shook her head slowly, I don't know who asked for it. The body just follows instinct. "I'm comfortable, actually said Wati, not sultry," he said as he lowered his head, confirming the release of scarves.

"But what about Mister, if he asks?" anxious Sindy was worried, remembering the events of the day. Destroy the wrath to the whole house like being affected by a terrible earthquake.

The eldest daughter Glenn pondered Sindy's words. Still clearly screamed, condemnation was also the curse of the father that day. The feathers bristled, powerless to resist the horror of imagining if similar events repeated. Although his mother looked fine but the event certainly made one wound tertoreh and gaping, did not close until the mother died.

"Non." Sindy patted her employer's arm as the car was about to enter the yard.

"Eh .. I'll talk to Papa, take it easy, Sindy." Fio smiled bitterly at the Assistant.

He then turned his head towards the back seat, calling out to his masterpiece. "Dead."

Silent.

"Dead," call Fio again.

The employee who was busy watching Bollywood films was standardised, complete with a headset was surprised when Sindy slapped her thigh. "I-i-ya Non. Sorry not to be surprised" said the young girl stuttered.

"Thank you. You said, not too bad."

Wati who did not understand and forgot about their conversation this afternoon, only nodded faintly. His face was confusing.

The silver alphard carrying the descendant of the Tusakti clan pulled over in the front yard. Fiora rushed down and went inside. At first glance he did not meet the figure of the father in the magnificent room, but a second later a heavy voice held back Fio's steps when he was about to climb the first steps.

"HORSE!" heavy male voice, blaring.

The young Miss Takakti turned her head slowly, she knew the Papa was angry at her current appearance. "Yes, Pa?"

Glenn seemed to be covered in anger, he walked quickly towards Fiora, pulling his daughter's arm violently until it fell heavily onto the floor.

"Awh. Pain, Pa. I heard my explanation first," said Fiora while enduring pain in the knees and elbows due to colliding with the hardness of the granite floor.

Fiora got up slowly, trying to stand up despite the pain running through her legs.

"Not Pa. This is a gift, I choose scarf because the motif is beautiful if combined with a white blazer suit. Can fill the event tomorrow at the event, do not have accessories model like this," said Fiora explained the reason.

"Gift with a veiled intent. YOU DON'T BE STUPID FIO!"

"Ck Papa, very shortsighted. You know Pa, all the crochets I have today are left without rest, almost two hundred bags sold out within three hours," excited Fiora, trying to soften the heart of the father.

"Knellshiiit."

"Sindyyyyyy," cried Fio calling his assistant.

The sound of Fiora's voice was heard to the whole house. The girl who had just changed clothes came across her employer in the living room.

"Yes Non."

"Today's sales how many bags and wallets?" ask Fiora.

"One hundred and eighty nine. One clutch for Mrs Zaidi's prize, ten left in the event stand. Some customers are local officials, they buy many items to serve as hampers colleagues, the rest are overflow customers from Queeny who did not break up" said Sindy to strengthen Fio's alibi.

"What?" Glenn breaking.

"Queeny is a famous brand Papa, has penetrated their target market asia, it is natural that sat set ludes let alone the price of relevant products, makes sense. I was invited to colabs by Ummanya Fayyadh," Fio slowly touched the logical side of his father's business.

"Great. What does this have to do with your appearance. Fio, Papa doesn't like it!" kecam Glenn's.

"Said Sindy, I gave one clutch to Mrs Zaidi as a thank you. Well he gave me a custom outfit design anything. But I chose scarf, the love of blue because it's a favorite color. It means in Pa, so I took it. If the style is like this, yes I do not bring a scarf. This is to dispel the cold but it will be difficult to stay on the neck, so I pin and cover the head. Warm," explained Fio, widening the smile.

Glenn stared intently at the princess. Hope the heart's worries don't come true again.

"Udah ah's. I'm tired, bye Pa," said Fio as he slipped Glenn's cheek.

Sindy also resigned when the Miss passed.

Mr. Glenn Tusakti stared at the passing of his eldest daughter. His heart was pinched by the same pain. The sturdy middle-aged man then turned his face away, he walked towards the backyard, his wife's favorite place.

"Till the end of your life, too. Silence flinch, why Georgia? though my only desire is for you to express a heart that you never decipher. Am I going to lose you too, Fio?" murmured Glenn, the man's twilight netra down a row of pots, touching the petals Georgia planted there.

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In the cabin of another car. A few moments the same.

"Fios. If your heart is firm, many trials will come. Whoareyou? will your faith be firm and unshakeable?"

"Mas. Don't dream. Next week you fly again. We stopped by your house in Bekasi and looked at Maira first. No strange plans. That Athirah still did not understand the meaning of the sentence he heard," said Amir when he saw his son was silent all the way home.

"Bii, I'm thinking about Fio." Aiswa gently caressed Fayyadh's handsome face that was leaning on her shoulder.

"Eh, what the hell is Umma?"

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