ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 6. BEFORE

THREE MONTHS EARLIER.

Soetta Airport.

Handsome young man, wearing a black glove and a creamy long-sleeved cocoa shirt. Attracting her travel bag to the international arrival lounge.

Sunglasses perched on a smooth face, he took off when ordering a cup of espresso coffee as well as a slice of cheesecake. Favourites of his father and mother.

"Syukron," the masculine voice that made the women there melt instantly especially the calm and earthy face that commented a thin smile.

He headed for the table in the corner of the cafe, putting the tray filled with his food. Pulling the travel bag so as not to block the road.

"Sister," exclaimed the voice of a girl, wearing a teracota robe as well as matching colored pasmina, complete with a mask.

"Maira, Baby. Here," she said when she saw the beautiful cousin coming.

"Baby Baby, I'm two years older than you, Fayyadh," Maira said as she pulled her suitcase over to her cousin's desk.

"But still, you should call me brother ... Delay huh? dad said, you won't be back today," he said thrusting cakes and coffee that he hadn't touched in front of Maira.

"This is my brother's favorite, I order it myself" he said, not answering Fayyadh's question.

"Begging the cold, Mahya, let us share," she said to her cousin.

"Ish, your boyfriend will be angry ... Dad said, I'm back today so I'll all come back, ticket tuker so I can take you back to Tazkiya first." Mahya Humaira, ignoring the sweet smile from the owner of the handsome face.

The ayu girl left the table towards the order place area.

"Unfortunately you are my cousin, close too. the more here you are very beautiful Maira, especially her eyes, exactly Mother. Ah, miss Mother Naya, even though it's bad but slang," muttered Fayyadh shaking his head.

The two long joked there until the reprimand of the uwa stopped their excitement.

"You guys, Uwa is looking in front of me here," complained Ahmad when he picked up a niece and a beautiful girl who he considered his nephew as well.

"Fayyadh waiting for Maira, 'amm. All the way later in the afternoon nganterin he returned so that he could stay in Orchid," said Fayyadh, greeting Ahmad.

"It's okay, it's done?" ask again.

Maira just cupped her hands in front of the chest on the uwa lift.

"Sorry," the two answered with laughter.

"Hmmmm, the habit of clop to the heart yes," said the uwa while pulling the suitcase Maira out of the cafe.

"Uwa, let me. Later found out that the father's men can run out in Mother's omelin," Maira worried about troublesome parents' brothers.

Although she has been crowned as one of the princess Kusuma, she was never given any privileges other than a shadow bodyguard, even at the request of the Buyut Danarhadi.

...***...

The Tazkiya boarding house.

Both grandchildren came, the Grandmother was excited for mercy especially Farhana, the first daughter of Dewiq and Ahmad.

"Sir Maira, I miss, USA is so good that you rarely go home?" the little girl protested, hugging him.

"This is the final year of college .. just waiting for graduation. So you can go home first .. kusuma will want there to be a wedding event Fatima Mommy in Semarang next week," he said when replying to Hana's embrace.

"Eh yes, as diverse as having the Tazkiya family has become. Kak Maira's family, same brand as Fayyadh donk..."

"Fayyadh, you join the Tazkiya or Kusuma uniform, choose woyy!" farhana exclaimed to her cousin's sister.

Fayyadh just glared at Farhana. Unresponseingly.

"Maira, gorgeous. Jiddah has not seen you for a long time, Maa Shayah Allah more than Mother Naya. Where high anyway," said Maryam stroked the face ayu daughter Mahendra.

"A few times back Jiddah actually, but did not have time to stop by because Dad gave a mission of control to some noble teachers when preaching in vulnerable areas ... Alhamdulillah smoothly, it runs straight back to the USA again because the end of college years many tasks and ready trial .. afwan ya Jiddah," regretted Maira felt ignore the sowan to Tazkiya.

"Ish, it's okay. Jiddah knows, Maira's busy. Noble task Nak, accompany the preachers .. continue your intention yes when it is firm," advised Maryam, patting the grandson's right shoulder like a bladder. He then pulled Maira to sit in the living room.

"Jiddah says donk to Maira, don't toy mulu weapons .. even though he is good at wushu, archery, shooting, strategy, hacker .. occasionally hold a skillet, sutil cake learn to cook," continued Fayyadh, continued, sit at the end of the chair.

"Oh, like Maira donk, Fayyadh. Are you her husband? chattering that," said Umma when Fayyadh could not accept if Maira struggled with the work of challenging the danger.

"Well, my soul mate" Fayyadh was given the scorn of Farhana and the head by Maryam.

"Sister, the private laskar akhwat team has gone, right? escape the ideals," asked Hana.

"Hmmm, not the intention but want to be a fighter. Also because Dad gave permission ... I like coding like Dad but the hobby of broadcasting is also .. I don't know, focus on the grand Kusuma event first," Maira replied to Farhana's curiosity.

"Fayyadh, sana dih, huddle with girls," Farhana kicked out.

"Fayyadh Fayyad! Brother, even though you are my cousin's brother, but your age is below mine. Maira just call me brother, no manners basic Hama," Fayyadh murmured.

"Yeee, Pest pests, Far-ha-na ... Jiddaaah," Farhana wrote to Maryam.

"Yes there, to Umma's room you take a break, "Jiddah is fussy seeing Fayyadh just sitting quietly watching the girls.

"Sight, guarded view. Surprised, not like her Abinya who carefully makai eyes," Maryam nagged the attitude of Fayyadh who often stole a look at Maira.

"Bawelnya my Jiddah. Indeed, the best is only Umma and Mommy," he complained to pull the suitcase into the.

...***...

He wanted to wait for Mahendra to arrive, but Maira's body felt tired. Until the girl decided to ask her assistant to pick her up in Tazkiya.

An hour later, an invitation for him arrived. Maira returns to Maryam and Farhana. After that, he disappeared behind a high wall after the car drove away from the boarding yard.

Maira has nothing to do with Tazkiya. Fayyadh was born to Aiswa, Maryam's youngest daughter, married to Amir Naya's older sister, Mother Maira. Cousin, the title attached to both.

After thirty minutes had passed.

Mahendra's eldest daughter, asked the driver to direct the car towards the firing range. He needed to practice the skill after a month of not touching that heavy iron.

The car was parked beautifully in the training ground. Maira breezed in, showed the member card on the frontline and prepared for the location.

Dor. Dor. Dor.

The sound of a senpi eruption, began to deafen because he had not yet put on any protectors for both of his hearing.

Along the path of the training room.

Maira observed a young man, probably of middle eastern descent.

"Crazy, the shot is nothing misses, ckckck, cool," Maira murmured as she put down the backpack also preparing the weapon. In the room he chose, not far from the young man.

"Miss, this." Her mother's assistant handed Maira a loaded gun.

Mahendra's eldest daughter begins preparations. Hand clove, headband, also glasses, has been neatly embedded in each limb .. then he put the horses and set the position of the body load, is it correct when going to remove the rubber bullet.

The target of the shoot is ready up ahead.

Huft.

Dor. Dor. Dor.

Automatic viewfinder, approaching in visibility so that the beginner can fix the shot in the next session.

"Good job, Miss. One misses like this," said the assistant.

"Cool." The voice of a young man, commenting on the results of Maira's shot, from behind his room.

Maira looked at it.

"Meleset one. Shake it," Maira replied as she filled the bullet again.

The young man, looking at the crosshairs.

"Wind motion, if you feel the blow a little tight, then the position of the foot that was originally this .. slide a little, the shoulder remains firm .. also take into account the previous impact. Uh, sorry, I don't mean to teach .. Same coach can ask at the direction later. Afwan yes," the young man felt guilty as if knowing, even though Maira did not say so. He then waltzed away, picked up the backpack and passed.

"Eh, Brother ... Mas, uh what's his name, thank you," exclaimed Maira but the man did not turn to her.

"Who is? I just saw him here, new member? the analysis was cool," Maira was both amazed and curious about her figure.

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