ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 68. THE FACE 2 FACE

Jakarta, evening.

Maira's emotional state had improved considerably after her diagnosis this afternoon. The conclusions of the medics who examined Princess Kusuma showed significant progress.

Maira grabbed the letter on the table, preparing to open it.

"Eat first" Naya said when she saw her daughter holding an orange-colored paper.

"Later, Bun. Read it first."

Naya relented, she followed Maira's wishes. The girl slowly opened the message of her husband there.

"Assalamu'alaikum Darling. My Ai, My Ahya."

Maira smiled reading the first sentence greeting, her cheeks were warm, blushing. He felt his chest, closing his eyes while folding the paper there.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Deghs.

"Ciyyee, nervous huh. Shan nulis what the hell?" naya's search wants to know the cause of Maira's baper.

The girl did not reply, only a smile on her face.

"Dear, sorry if I'm not by your side right now. I went to Oma, I don't know why, but I need her advice right now. Also pray that my efforts to talk to him can re-knit the awkwardness that had happened."

"I don't know what you were talking about at the airport. But I have always believed in God, that we are found or if later kept away would just for a reason, right? Before that time comes, I want us to always be together in the arms of love until there's a good reason why we should be apart."

"My gaze may be blocked by distance and time at this time, but my heart always longs. Ai, take care of your health. Wait for me to come back to see you, whether you like it or not. And when that time comes, I hope each of us has found the answer."

"Love you dear."

Maira smiled as one clear circle fell. "Promise yes, you're back" he said.

"Maira, can you come read?"

His daughter nodded, handing him a neat hand-written paper. Netra Amber Ainnaya scanned the line of words there. "Maa is Allah, Shan met his Oma just to hear the advice directly? and will it be possible to meet Fayyadh, heart-to-heart talk to a fellow man? duh, the gentleman is my daughter-in-law," Naya said.

"He's coming back here, isn't he Bun?" lirih Maira's.

"If Shan doesn't come back here, you go after him. Defend what you think is worth fighting for, dear ...your heart still doubts?" search the Mother.

"The voice of him and the one echoing in the ear, is the same. I can't see his face yet. But I feel calm when there's El, I don't know."

"God will all be light. Maira, let's eat a lot. Quick-sounding. Two more weeks you go to college earlier than scheduled. Do not let when Shan comes home, you are just haggard," persuaded the Mother.

El Qavi's son-in-law nodded, following Naya's directions to keep her health in check.

"Tomorrow can't you, to the Astal Bun? same Dad?"

"Can. If the morning is fresher," concluded Naya.

"I'm waiting for you here, El."

...***...

Middle East.

Asyraf Hamid asks Andre, to guard Shan from a distance. His feeling said that the grandson did not meet.

May the prediction of the rich merchant be true. Shan arrives in Dubai ahead of Maghrib, he heads straight to Mushola and intends to continue his journey somewhere.

Andre had been waiting for his handsome grandson there, two shafs behind Shan.

After all the worshippers left the place of worship, Andre sat down next to Shan.

"Dan, ahlan. How are you?"

"Eh Opa, ahlan biik. Assalamu'alaikum, Oma's not coming?" ask Shan while salim.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Oma's not feeling well. Went where? Opa interracial or accompanied Rois," Andre bargained, rubbing the head of his grandson.

"Jeddah. Meeting Fayyadh. Was my move wrong?" tanya Shan hesitated.

"We're talking outside yuk, let's be relieved."

Andre married Ashraf Hamid after Dilara had re-elected to Ezra. The woman was ill for a long time until she offered to marry him in order to take care of Ashraf Hamid.

After entering one of the cafes and lounges at the airport. Andre started hearing Shan's story.

"So according to Opa, am I wrong?"

"No. Meet him so that your heart may be relieved. Heart-to-heart talk between men can reaffirm your relationship. He's a good man, Shan. In Shay Allah will accept you. But if Fayyadh refuses, you don't have to force. Appreciate his decision, have you tried, right?" message from Grandpa Adopt.

"Jaga Maira, love and treat her well even though her heart is not yet whole to you. We'll go back to Indo when you get the reception. Be careful, son," said the charismatic man.

Shan nodded. "Yes kheir. I directly yes Opa, take the route here just so that Mother is calm anyway. My main goal is Jeddah," Shan said.

Husband Asyraf Hamid, smiling. "Well, let's help explain it to Ezra's father. Don't forget to stop by before you go home. Meet Oma first," he asked again, to Shan's name

Andre accompanied his grandson to the front gate of another route departure, releasing the young man back to fly to Jeddah.

...***...

Jeddah.

"Sorry, I'm investigating you. We're even, aren't we? because you must be doing the same thing, "his faint smile was adorning a handsome face.

It didn't take long, before midnight, Shan arrived at the hotel and went straight into his room. Preparing everything for tomorrow morning, trying to establish communication when Fayyadh is relaxed.

"Ai, Honey. What are you doing?" qavi's men opened the balcony of the room, adjusting the body temperature to the ambient air before bathing and resting.

"Your parents, honey. Though not a day, what would happen if we separated yes," he murmured looking at the moon in half.

"If you see the orange color, directly keinget same you."

Shan let out a breath. Mentally prepare to meet a love rival tomorrow. Before long, the man went into the room, locked the balcony and prepared to sleep.

Next Morning.

Ba'da dawn, Dilara's son is already taking a morning walk out of the hotel. He deliberately stalled until the moment Kusuma's man appeared.

An hour later.

Fayyadh is out of his flat. He was wearing a hoodie jacket and jogging pants, just like himself. Shan began to follow him, slowly aligning his steps.

"Shobahul kheir."

"Sho-" Fayyadh stopped. "Shan?" he was surprised, moving around.

"I myself, deliberately want to talk to you Fayyadh," Shan replied understanding this sabaya man was shocked to see him.

"Allahu akbar, why isn't he there? Astagfirullah, it's so much nyusulin me," Fayyadh patted Shan's arm.

"There's no spare time for us. Can talk?" said Shan later.

"About what? if Maira, closed. Go," elak Fayyadh, he continued running.

"Fay, Fayyad. Listen to me first. Ten minutes, OK? not long. If you're reluctant after I talk, go. I understand," stop Shan from holding his arm.

"What is so good, you've spent a dozen hours, thousands of miles for ten minutes?" sergeant of Kusuma's men.

Shan raised his shoulders upwards. "What can I do if I refuse to talk. It's for Mahen's father, not for me."

Deghs.

"Dad?"

"He em's. For Kusuma's sake, not Qavi's. If only you get the feeling of Lo, it's easy. I don't care, but this is Dad, Mommy is also Abi Amir. Where are we talking? I'm the one who deals, don't worry," Shan said again.

"So much!"

"Pajib. My rival is Prince Kusuma," his arms again followed by Fayyadh's faint smile.

"Yes, Lu's great, beyond me everything, Shan."

The two handsome men, who were very attractive to women, entered the cafe not far from their location earlier.

After ordering two servings of snacks. The Ningrat's descendants began to speak.

"Hunt, mo snacking what?" ketus Fayyadh's.

"Sabar, coffee whip first. You're not pe-em-es anymore, are you?" Shan Cuek, the man who always looked neat, maintaining manners, now pulled both his legs sitting cross-legged on a chair.

"Maira's foot is his dilapidated wit," said Fayyadh again, looking at Shan's indifference at the cafe.

"It's good-looking, it's still safe." Shan laughed, apparently Fayyadh can be invited to relax.

After some of the food had moved to their respective hulls, Shan opened a serious conversation.

"Bismillah. I don't know what you're talking about at the airport. But whatever it is, I hope not to make the relationship between me, you and Kusuma become tenuous. It is not the fault of Father or Abi, even your heart for all decisions, love and more. This is purely due to the course of fate, isn't it?"

"Hem. Bener."

"The most real heaven in the world we can feel one of them thanks to a house filled with warmth, such as tree branches, growing in different directions, but our roots remain united. Don't stay away because you can't" Shan said.

"Father was in a difficult position from the beginning. It's not your fault that everything belongs to God, is it?"

"Absolutely. I know that, Shan. But it still hurts. It was my fault, maksa," complained Fayyadh.

"Some people think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes the power is there because of letting go. Don't ever say that there's no woman as good as Maira, if you're still reckless, despite knowing that she's the wrong woman to love" Shan said.

"But jleb is so."

"That's for me, too, you need a friend to entertain yourself" Shan continued to laugh.

"Dad's ghost, err." Fayyadh.

"Eh, Shan. He chose you .. hmm, leaving Maira was the best decision than getting a fake love. I relented believing that you were for Maira. As far as you go, even if that memory doesn't come back. He's already in love with antum, Shan," Fayyadh said.

Kusuma's man recounted everything that happened yesterday.

"Really?"

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