ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 66. SAME FIGHT

This time the flight was longer. Fayyadh felt himself drifting, light as if numb.

Ba'da isha.

The young man Kusuma has treaded on the earth of the martyrs. He entered the flat just to put all his luggage, the long legs and then he stepped into the rooftop. Looking at the night sky in the desert, the heat mixed with dust swept across the dull face due to tired body soul.

Fayyadh undressing. It stands alone in a foreign country.

"Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad." His lips simply chanted sholawat over the Prophet hoping for calmness to be present when remembering His Rosul.

"I'm sorry, brother. Somehow explain in good words that I have no intention of hurting you. I chose to hang on with her even though a little bit of my heart might have once put a liking on you. Don't waitfor me. Because even if the memory does not return intact, this decision remains the same, will maintain kinship and try to love my husband with all his heart. Sorry for the second time, sister," said Maira with difficulty in between the sedu sedan crying.

That heart-wrenching row of words slid rapidly breaking Fayyadh's eardrum instantly. His neck was torn to see the melt of Maira's tears were so swift. Now, all the memories of that afternoon came back to memory.

"Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhh!"

This time, Aiswa's son felt even deeper pain than before. He no longer wanted to hold back. Let him mourn for a moment.

Fayyadh fell to his knees, his head lowered, the clear dust one by one soaked the rooftop floor but immediately evaporated due to the heat, as hot as his heart. Neutra nan sore he forced to shut down, hoping to stop the pace of the tear slide.

"The sholihah woman is not just him. Spirit !"

The voice of the veiled woman who was present in the dream, came out, buzzing in her ears.

Deghs.

"The eye is like a person. Who, who are you?" lirih prince Kusuma.

The sound of the night patrolmen hitting sticks at the streetlight pillar, resuscitated Danarhadi's golden great-grandson to immediately return to his flat. Leaving all pain to blend with the clouds in the sky Ummul-Quro Country.

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Jakarta, Indonesia.

Some of the Ezra family is spending time in the Mall, looking for reading books for twins also buy equipment project that is being done Syaharan.

His phone rang, displaying a name there. "Raden Panji Mahendra, what's wrong?"

"Come on, baby. Who knows it's important" Dila's soft voice beside her.

Ezra swiped the green button on the screen of the device. "Assalamu'alaikum, Ma. How are you?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Thank goodness Kheir. Is Ezra home again? want to ask Shan, is there any news from him? he said since noon earlier, Maira tried to call but off," a heavy voice on the other end.

"I'm out with Dila, the kids are Mama Deva, where are you? Shan never left without saying goodbye. I'll ask Syamil at home and I'll call him back soon. Sorry, Mas, the boy is bothering the Guna family," replied Ezra. The call was interrupted after Mahen said his greetings and thanks.

Dila rubbed the husband's arm. "What's wrong with Shan?"

"Go without news, honey. He is not usually like this" whispered Ezra in Dila's ear so that Devana did not hear and worry about the beloved granddaughter.

"I call Syamil or Bi Inah first. Maybe my son's phone ran out of power or he was too tired to ignore it all." Dila inched away from families who still chose their objects.

A few minutes later.

"Where, honey?" anxious Ezra when Dila returned to his side.

"Aunty said, nothing. Syamil said it was in Shan's dark room. Didn't see anyone. It's good to go home soon and have your brother find Shan immediately" said Dila. He said the same thing to Shaharan and others to speed up completing what is being sought.

Soon the El Qavi family left the Mall and returned to their residence.

Two families, busy looking for Shan's whereabouts. The signal that Mifyaz detected showed the location of the campus where Shan served and then disappeared at around five this afternoon.

Different from Mifyaz. Rey and Rolex help in the search for Kusuma's golden son-in-law. The two men were different employers and then told each other.

"Rolex said Shan's car was in this building. My people were walking through pubs and clubs around the PIK area even though the boy never came to such a place" Ezra told Mahen. They reconnected via air.

"I believe Shan is far from that. Maira fever. Since noon locked himself in the room. We had to break down the door just now" Mahen said.

"Sister, Mother knows what it's like. Don't follow in my footsteps Shan, it's wrong. Talk to Maira first, wait for her, yeah kid. Mother prays for you wherever you are."

"Dear." Ezra rubbed Dila's arm after the call with besan cut off. He understood his wife's feelings. Feel like de javu.

"Hmm, I'm going to Shan's room first." Dila inched down from the bed, exiting the room to the second floor where the son's private room was located.

"Shan?" Dila turned on the lights.

Blank.

Silent.

Dilara walks into the room of her beloved son, touching Shan's handsome photo on the bedside table. He recalled the flashback of the past incident in this room, the master bedroom that Ezra used to occupy. The source of all suffering is also the love of both. "May your story not be as sweet as Mother, son."

His heart felt very close to Shan now. But in fact, this room is completely empty. Dila also chose to go out and close the door again.

Shortly after, a figure that had been wanted since evening had appeared from the balcony. Shan stored all the food he brought into the container under the table. He was only in the room while praying, after that locked the balcony door from the outside so that the solitude was not disturbed.

He is apathetic to the voice and around. Just admiring the beautiful creation of his Lord towards the universe. Thinking about the course of the story of fate.

The two handsome youths, sleeping in the pitch-black in two different countries.

While in Orchid.

Maira fever. Naya accompanied him to bed in the room tonight. The forehead of his eldest daughter often sweat as big as corn.

Sleeping Princess Kusuma restless. Many times Naya tried to wake Maira but never netra round it opened.

"You want to fight. You said-" muttered Maira.

"Sister, Honey. Maira, open your eyes first. This Mother, drink yuk," persuaded Naya, the face of the ayu was shrouded in anxiety to see the princess in such conditions.

"I'm restless. Do you remember El? although our meeting was brief but Mahya Humaira imprinted it in memory. Wishing you so .. But if you forget, I will keep repeating our story, making beautiful things together so that I will remain in your every memory, the present, the present, then and later."

"The sound, su-ara's."

"Maira, don't do this" isak Naya began to appear.

"The eye forgets who it sees. But the heart will not forget who it loves."

"He. Yes it is," said Maira. His lips were getting pale and chapped due to dehydration.

When Naya and Dila worry about their respective children. In contrast to Mahen, he is organizing all his people with Rey's help to find Shan. Even the man tapped into a lot of CCTV.

"Bao. Shadow misses, "Rey said when connected to their microphone.

"Find my daughter-in-law, Rey. Don't be slow," Mahen insisted.

"Come through, Delta 04. I'm sure Shan is at his residence." Rey split the capture cctv of PIK building.

"I am too. The boy is not a Hedonist. But Ezra said the room was empty."

"Need little fly like a boss."

"You can do this. Zero level," Mahen said, hinting that Rey should make every effort.

"Copied." Rey's closing the call. Moving to find the whereabouts of Guna's son-in-law.

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