ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 57. START GROWING

"What the hell is Umma?" elak Fayyadh's. His palms shut his mouth, he yawned a sign of drowsiness starting to ambush.

"What no. Focus on school first, Mas, do not break the promise with Umma. Another year's left, right, tightening his schedule?" Aiswa reminds Fayyadh.

"After graduation, take the S2 in Tazkiya only Mas. Later all ngabdi helpin Njid and uwa Ahmad there. Bekasi to Jakarta for a while" said Amir suggested that Fayyadh focus on family-owned schools.

"Zeda will stay boarding school and go home this weekend. Hanan began entering the Kyai Maksum Tegal Pesantren early next year. The house will be quiet," said Aiswa still stroking Fayyadh's hair.

"It's gonna be rame again if Zeda gets married. He could not be far from Abi so would stay in Cirebon right. If I'm in Bekasi must already have a wife huh Umma. Let's not be lonely" murmured Fayyadh, then closed his mouth.

"In the Lord. Young wedding, Mas? I'm ready for this inner birth, right?" the Mother responded to Fayyadh's words of hope.

Slender.

Only the roar of the engine of the car they were riding.

"Sleep to Rohi? tired maybe. Help sounding so that when we go to Mas Panji he can suppress his feelings when face to face with Shan and Maira. Shan is God patiently ngadepin my nephew. Naya says Maira doesn't even want a room with her. As soon as he realized who Shan but not infrequently he was reluctant, a tough test," said Amir when the car they were riding began to enter the yard Joglo Ageng.

"It seems very patient that Shan is patient, exactly Madam Dila. I remember the first time I met him right, speaking a bit unclear in a few words, I thought why but it turned out to have a privilege. Cool again, it can educate Shan well," recalls Aiswa when they met during a proposal a dozen years ago.

"Now his style of speech has been much better .. thank God until," Amir went down first around the side of the car and opened the door where Aiswa was sitting.

"Down first, dear. Let me wake him up" he asked his wife.

Aiswa shifts her seat while Amir holds Fayyadh's head, then the beautiful woman slowly descends from there, then she turns to the trunk to bring the unused standing hanger.

"Mas. Wanna get up or Abi's fat?" Amir patted his eldest son's cheek.

"Beautiful." Fayyadh lirih delirious.

"Rohi, what signal isn't this?" said Amir looking at Aiswa who was opening the trunk.

"No. Just a sleeping flower" said Aiswa from the back side, then passed leaving the two men there.

Next Morning.

The Zaidi couple had been rearranging their displays since ten in the morning. Due to the weekend, the venue opened earlier than yesterday.

Sure enough, many participants' tents seem busy and crowded with customers, including Kusuma's. Aiswa again asked Flyffy Craft samples for her to display with Queeny products.

Towards the dzuhur, an ayu girl approached Kusuma's tent. But he did not see the figure he was looking for. "Yong, Umma. Pray that my workshop will be smooth this afternoon. And then I'll ask you a favor, okay?" Fio greeted Aiswa, grabbing the gentle woman's hand for her to kiss.

"Siang Fio, may if Umma is able ... Oh my God, so beautiful. Success yes show, in She Allah so the benefit of the good for the crowd, to be the opening of the path of sustenance for those who need business ideas from home, as well as the blessing for Fiora as the intermediary for the division of knowledge, aamiin," aiswa's prayer slid sincerely for the girl, stroking her cheeks.

"Istiqomah shares the kindness of Nak Fio" continued Amir.

"Aamiinu. Thank you very much. I say goodbye, hopefully selling sweet today yes Umma. Donate for charities at the end of the event." Fiora retreated, but before stepping, her fingers were held by Aiswa.

"Aamiinu. Mas Fayyadh is not here, he is busy benahin website of his school and Abi, as well as keep Athirah, Hanan at home. Next week, Umma will also return to his hometown while Abi and Mas are going to Jakarta because he has to return to Jeddah, ", said Aiswa.

"Let's talk about the colabs plan before coming back, yeah, Fio. Umma wait at Joglo Ageng the day after the event is over," Aiswa bargained again.

Implied disappointed in the face of Ayu Fiora when she heard the narration of Aiswa. It will be hard to see the young man again. Just now his heart was comfortable finding a friend who was not judgmental but again had to swallow a bitter pill bitter and bitter because of loss.

"Bye, Ok. May Umma's family business also Mas, smooth everything." Fiora smiled as she kissed back Aiswa's hand and slowly took off the grip as the footsteps moved away.

"Aamiinu. Syukron, dear."

Amir does not usually see Aiswa as friendly to a foreign girl, the treatment of sweetness is different only for the figure of Fiora.

"Rohi, tumben," asked Amir as a woman dressed in shari'i came to their tent.

"What's tumben? A fio? I'm su-" said Aiswa.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said the old brown munchy girl complete with the matching niqab.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Uh, Son Afra. Just come or just walk?" tanya Aiswa answered Afra's greeting.

"Newly come, Umma. Fayyadh isn't here, is he?" ask Afra directly.

"No. Mas was busy at his sister's house, "Aiswa replied.

"Oh that's it."

"There's a need with Mas? later Umma conveyed," stressed Aiswa again in the word Mas. Amir lowered his head to hide his smile seeing Aiswa's dislike when someone called Fayyadh just by name.

"Hm, want to share a book about Grafolog, Umma. I want to give it a direct but-"

"Just write what Nak Afra wants to say, Umma will not read anyway. Mas rarely shares his contact number because of his privacy, he said, and Umma did not dare to violate what was his principle" concluded Aiswa, understanding Afra's gesture that might have wished him to give Fayyadh contact.

Afra. "Ok, Umma." He then wrote a lot of words, then tucked in a book to be entrusted.

"Syukron Umma's. I say goodbye to the tent first," said Afra, handing over the title to Aiswa.

"Afwan." Mother Fayyadh simply smiled as she let the girl go.

"She said he was friendly, polite and kind. How come MaMer is jutek?" sindir Amir's.

"MaMer what? ... I don't like Bii. When I call my son names only, I always honor my son by calling him Mas, unless I'm upset. Fayyadh Fayyadh," through Aiswa.

"It's impossible to say, Rohi. And we must still respect their attitude, how the Buya child," Amir said again. The golden princess Tazkiya was still the same as before, as it was.

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The day after tomorrow.

This morning Fiora smiled brightly, because she was invited by Aiswa to talk about their business prospects.

"So or no, business later. Importantly, I could learn a lot from Umma," he muttered in the mirror.

While in Joglo Ageng.

Fayyadh was not told that Fiora would be coming this morning. Amir goes to Kebon with Abah, while the rest of the inhabitants hang out in the family room.

Since Aiswa gave Afra's book, Fayyadh has not once opened its contents. When asked, the man only answered later, no need. Unlike when Amir tells about Fio who is looking for him, the face of the son sumringah.

An hour later.

Alphard Silver's car entered the front court of the pendopo. Mban tells his employer that there is a girl who is looking for him named Fiora.

"Flame?" fayyadh asked Mban, he hurriedly got up and ran to the front of the house.

"Mas, Umma first, it's not polite!" exclaim Aiswa following the Son.

As the two met, Fayyadh was stunned to see a figure standing in front of the door, looking back at him. The voice of Aiswa's greeting from afar, holding Amir's son from acting further.

Hearing Aiswa's voice, Fiora turned around. "For Umma, uh there's Mas too" she said sweetly as usual.

"F-fio?" he saw the girl glimpsed and then retreated to the back of her mother's body.

"By the morning too, dear. Sorry Fio, Umma lama, sit here yuk .. You are so beautiful, this is the kaftan that Umma helped choose yesterday? after that workshop?" Aiswa pulls Fio's arm to get into the living room, not in the pendopo.

The eldest daughter of Takakti nodded slowly, she was embarrassed to be afraid of looking stiff while wearing a kaftan but still wearing Obi at the waist.

The two women sat down, followed by Fayyadh in the seat next to his mother.

"This is a draft cooperation, try Fio read first," said Aiswa directly thrust the map in deep blue on the table he had prepared.

"Umma, I forgot to bring a clutch for a couple with Mas's sister. The courier will be sent later, yes" Fio wanted to give them memories before going home.

"Make me, nothing?"

"Eh, what do you want me to make?" asked Fiora, her pretty eyes blinked a few times making the oval face even more adorable.

"Hishe. Want nyubit."

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