ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 71. KUSUMA EFFORT

Cirebon, night.

Aiswa delivers a message from her father-in-law just as Amir walks into the room.

"Dear." The man immediately rushed to hug Aiswa who had just finished changing the sheets.

"Bii, there is an email from Abah, Afra wants to ta'aruf with Mas, try Qolbi look first," said ayu woman, reaching for her husband's device at the desk.

"By."

Amir did not heed, he coolly kissed Aiswa's hair. "It never changes its fragrance, just like it was just married before" he whispered affectionately.

"Astaghfirullah, Bii, this is read first," Aiswa urged, struggling to take off the tight embrace of handsome men despite the age no longer young.

"Mood Honey, mood."

"No, this was before. Waiting for Abah," elak Aiswa managed to remove the arm checks.

Amir relented, but still did not let go of his wife. The two pulled Aiswa up to sit on the lap on the edge of the bed, then started opening the email.

A few moments passed.

"Whatever you are, Rohi. This will be forwarded to Fayyadh or not. I objected if Mas had to come down to politics, regardless of nasab, science, adab and so on. I don't like it, sorry, honey. You talk to Mas" the device was just thrown away. She's smirking Aiswa's cheek.

"Well me, Qolbi usually talks the same. Call him, buru ... God, Qolbi!" Aiswa avoids the piercing kiss pinching her husband's arm to listen to what is being talked about.

"Yes Umma, Yes."

Trowels. Trowels. Tone connected video call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bii. Innalillahi, my eyes!" call Fayyadh over there.

Amir laughed crisply. "Sorry, look at the live."

"Well, do you want to show off? astaghfirullah is intentionally. Don't know his son is heartbroken" protested Fayyadh. He put his cell phone on the bed. The screen only shows the ceiling of his room. There was also Aiswa's scolding on her father.

"Mas anyone wants to ta'aruf the same as you. Already asked this CV proposal, Umma send by email yes," Aiswa voice explained the purpose of the call.

"Who?" ask Fayyadh indifferently.

"Afra."

"Afra? hmm, here's where the CV is. I want to see" said Fayyadh.

Deghs.

"M-mas, we thought you refused" said Amir and Aiswa, surprised by his son's response.

"It is not good to refuse immediately, first seen. He is a Muslim, although Abah once said I should stay away from him, but it does not determine that his personality is bad" Fayyadh said with a confident expression.

Two A pair throw each other a glance. "Mas, the condition must be plunged into politics," worried Aiswa.

"I can also apply for conditions, right? just send it first, Umma. I want to see the details of any request. If there's no contradiction to syara' why not try it, right?"

"Mas, not to try. Not a treatment like a broken bone, 3D, in the look, felt, in the drag pretek," urged Aiswa again to invite the laughter of the two men.

"Umma, this is where I wanted to see. The time fits later stay nadzor before the sermon right?" said Fayyadh lightly without burden.

"You are bound by Umma's promise, Althafaris Fayyadh!"

"Yes Umma, yes. Send it, I'll wait. Congratulations ahem, Abi was impatient," concluded the eldest son Amir disconnected the video call.

After the call ended, Aiswa ignited emotions. She worries that Fayyadh is faltering because Afra is the perfect figure beside her family background.

"Bii. Ish, Biii!" Aiswa was upset, Amir ignored his words.

"Innalallahi, Aiswa Fajri. It's night, screaming like in the woods. Why do nagging just. Fayyadh is not wrong, we only persuade God if it is not liked. The one getting married is him, not a big family. The business of the two of us is this," said Amir, pulling the sexy body back in his arms.

"Sholat hajat this exhausted. Tomorrow I'll ask Abah."

Especially this mess. May Fayyadh's promise to me be the right solution.

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Jakarta.

Tonight Maira packs some clothes into a suitcase, including Shan's. She was intending to follow her husband to the holy land.

As usual, the Mother brought dinner for her daughter because Maira refused to chew her snack this afternoon. Remember, El.

"Maira, what are you doing?" Naya was shocked at what the princess did.

"If El's permission comes down for me to leave, I want to catch up with him. Mommy, I can't wait to say that I'm starting to remember it," said Maira streak.

"Can't, because you tomorrow kebaya fittings also the day after tomorrow have to join GR," replied Naya, putting food trays on the sofa table.

"Bun, please. You can go to Dubai first. El El that day may be over. Father said he would transit to Omanya" whined Maira.

"Can't do it, honey. Mepet time. You don't go back to college because you're in a coma, you're supposed to complete all the procedures that haven't been done. Therefore your presence is advanced from the original schedule because the lecturer asked so," Mahen connected their chat, standing at the door.

"Dad, please. Please take it, make it happen to me, I beg you, Dad," Maira pleaded.

"I-I want to say that I remember it even though it's not perfect. Please, let me go for a little while and go straight to California, "Maira's resting on Naya's feet.

"Maira is not like this, be patient a little." Naya aligned herself on the carpet with the princess, gently stroking her head.

While Mahendra sat on the sofa, calculating the time Maira had to catch up with Shan also flew to the USA.

"Maira's. Permission from Shan is valid tomorrow ... Indo to Dubai that's ten hours with regulation. Dubai California twelve hours yet****bizarre affairs at the Airport. You only have an hour there, honey. Tired, Maira. Your condition is recovering, plus jetlag and hopefully no delay" Mahen explained, describing the situation when his daughter insisted.

"What a Dad. Please," urged Maira.

Mahendra stared intently at his wife who was sitting next to Maira. Naya nodded faintly, assuring the princess' wishes.

"Your mother, this business is always number one ... Ok, accompanied by Ratih went because Father and Mother must take care of your academics first. All the equipment for Graduation, we brought. Take care of yourself there, follow Mother first, finish the business here, just leave. Deal?" tawang Mahen's.

"Can't go right away? I want it to fly tomorrow."

"Yes or No."

"Yes! ok deal," said Maira was forced to delay the departure by one day. He hugged his mother. "Horeee .. thanks Mother," he exclaimed Girang.

"Ainnaya, don't forget to pay" Mahen said. He also asked Adnan to arrange Maira's departure while watching until his daughter landed safely. Not to forget, tell Ezra about Maira's plan so that Shan can calculate the meeting point.

"Pay what, Bun?" search Maira plain.

"Not to think about. Hmm, that's Mother's business."

"Raden Ayu Ainnaya Misbach Shaki, hurry up," exclaimed Mahen calling his wife.

"Our healthy menu, honey. Tomorrow wake up early to finish our business," said the Mother left Maira's room.

The girl who was still sitting on the carpet nodded. Continue packing and then go to eat the snacks that his mother prepared.

"Sister. I called you brother, right? I'll see you tomorrow night. Miss you El's sister, my husband."

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