ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 58. FIORA INNER WRESTLING

"In the car there are equipment that I usually carry, but only the remaining dark blue thread almost to navy, still one roll is enough to make a small bag. If you want, I'll make it now. Not long," said Fiora is not happy, she thought enough to give the hands of both women Kusuma.

"I'm wearing a bag" complained Fayyadh.

"Mas. No manners, get in. This woman's business is still," Aiswa scolded her son.

"Mas Fayyadh misunderstood, I mean not a bag. If it is for men, it can be as a book cover. After all, dark blue is neutral for all genders," explained Fiora straightened out her intentions.

"That's it?"

"Yes, Mas. Can I ask what that size is called? book, you forgot what you used to read and yesterday explained the meaning of the letter?" Fiora forgot to mention the name mushaf.

"What's? the Qur'an?" fayyadh.

"Well yes, that is. How do I make the cover?"

"Repotin Fio, no need." Aiswa prevents the girl's intention, wanting to see her son's response.

"Yee Umma's. Fio would like to thank me if not," grumbled the great-grandson Kusuma.

"Just a minute, I'll take it." Fiora got up and walked out of the room to her car.

"Ciyyeee, got a hand from ayank," teased Aiswa again.

"Ayank what the hell Umma. He's my best friend and business partner of Queeny and Kebon Uyut," Elak Fayyadh again, his cheeks blushing seduced by the Mother continuously.

Shortly after, Fiora came back. He asked for the size of the mushaf that Fayyadh used to wear so that the cover was immediately made.

The handsome man went into the room, took the Orange-bound Qur'an given by Maira when she was a millad last year from the bed, and immediately returned to the living room. "It's Fio." Fayyadh handed over the mushaf on the table.

"Umma can you please hold? I'm not that yet, what's his name? who before prayer?" ask Fiora.

"Your ablution?"

"Well yes, please Umma," asked the owner of Flyffy Craft.

Aiswa helps ayu girl measure Fayyadh's mushaf over knitting media. Deftly, the clumsy hand cuts the net as a pattern pad, inserts the thread on the hokpen and then begins to knit. Aiswa notices the detail and seriousness of Fiora, he is fascinated by the speed of the girl's hand making something beautiful.

Twenty minutes passed.

"Alhamdulillah, so. At Mas try, hopefully enough," Fiora offered the cover of the mushaf she had just made.

"That's pretty. Fio likes blue, right? usually people who have a high artistic soul have meaning in every thing that he likes," praised Aiswa as well as asking the favorite color of the girl.

"Yes Umma. Because the blue color symbolizes loyalty, trust, intelligence and also represents devotion. In addition, the shade and peace when the eyes see it," explained the eldest daughter of Takakti.

"Sama kayak Mas dong, likes Blue," continued Aiswa glanced at his son.

Fayyadh does not heed the words of the Mother. He was cool to follow the request of a beautiful girl who wore a blue and ash gradation caftan combined with a wide belt of matching colors. "Enough. Syukron, I'm in. It's in his usual laundry, right? no special treatment is needed," he said again.

Fiora nodded. "Treat well, and hopefully benefit long," replied Fio.

Fayyadh nodded then he went back in, this time heading straight for his room. While in the living room, the mother and girl continued their business affairs.

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"Fio, that was Fayyadh's aunt. Bunda Naya, founder of Queeny and Queennaya. Hope our partnership goes well, Fio. Umma always wait for the latest items from Flyby Craft to adjust to the design of Queeny or Qiswa that will launch," said Aiswa when the girl will be alone.

"Thanks a lot Umma. I got a lot of insight from Kusuma's extended family. If you want to ask something outside of business, can't you?" pinta Fiora is hesitating.

"Boleh donk. Don't worry about Umma, honey. Healthy always beautiful Umma, take care of yourself here. Good at choosing friends, and may God bestow many blessings of kindness upon Fiora," Aiswa prayed long for the girl she had only met for a few days. His heart led him to love her, for whatever reason.

The granddaughter-in-law of Kusuma let Fio go until the luxury car that the girl was carrying disappeared behind the high fence of Joglo Ageng.

"Ikhlas and patience Fio. Follow your heart and be firm."

When Fiora instantly felt lonely after leaving that magnificent residence. Another thing with Fayyadh, he immediately packed all his belongings because the day after tomorrow had to leave for Jakarta with Amir.

"See you later, Fio. Hopefully when you meet again, you'll be much better. Lots of positive changes for you."

On the way home.

I don't know why Fio's heart suddenly tightened. He asked the driver to visit his mausoleum at the public cemetery.

An hour later.

The legs are now lined with flip-flops, down the wet burial ground due to rain last night. His steps were limped when passing through a puddle of mud until he arrived at the left end of the Mother's pusara.

"Siang Moms, Fio's coming. Moms, said Mas Fayyadh just pray even though our God is not the same. I will be diligent to visit Moms this time, sorry Fio who can not defend Mommy at that time yes, ma-af." Fiora sobbing. He remembers his careless treatment of leaving the Mother, facing Papa's wrath alone.

"Is this karma? Fio has no friends. Where to complain when this heart feels a strange impulse, what is my fate if-"

"Give Fio a hint, where should I look for answers I haven't yet found? how to get proof that God exists and is real" his voice began to rumble.

"Is it okay in nature? does God believe Mommy forgives all sins?"

The issue of the pill is heard clearly now, inviting the attention of a grandmother who guards the tomb there.

"God is there if Non believes. As we breathe, we cannot see what the color of the air is but can feel and confidently breathe freely. If God is gone, where will the soul that has died go? " The old voice sounded a little creepy.

Fiora turned her head, even though she was unmoved.

"If God were gone, who would have created this world? bitter sweet fruit or poison? where does intelligence come from? also the one who sent down the word for your faith?" The raucous voice was getting away with the work of the foreign grandmother who was sweeping the tomb court.

Deghs.

"Moms. Help me, where to go." Fio got up, wiped his tears and passed from there to the car parked on the side of the road.

He also asked the driver to drive the vehicle anywhere, without a clear purpose. He was looking for something that seemed to ask for an answer.

"Mas. See you next time. May you always be in good health wherever you are, find a suitable companion for your science. Happy living. Don't forget me, even if this isn't anyone."

"Fayyadh, what is this taste?" fio murmured, without feeling the clear bulir was back down.

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