ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 72. FIORA'S BRAVERY

Ting. The e-mail notification goes to Fayyadh's phone.

The man who was relaxing enjoying a glass of iced coffee in the flat opened the application on a device he still held.

Fayyadh opens one slide of files there. Read Afra's love proposal.

His lips glanced at the smile. "You're a real pinter, it turns out. Where's the book from him?" Fayyadh put the phone on the bed, he then headed to his study table and pulled a book with a blue cover entitled Acquaintance with Grafology..

When I open the cover. Something fell in there from the book. "What's this?" The handsome man's fingers grabbed the paper that fell right on the soles of his feet.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Fayyadh."

"Books are friends of learned people. As they communicate with all the sentences on each page, tucked into the hope of the universe, hopefully the strands of words can bring the reader to know more about the figure of the author."

"After our few meetings, I began to admire you from afar, enjoying every inch of God's perfect creation sculpted in my mind."

"Also thank Him for being able to know you even though you were not touched by me. I don't even know how to approach you, except to get close to the Rabbi."

"Courageous to write this because I believe that prayer is the best communicator of trust. May you always be healthy wherever you are, facilitated all the efforts in the struggle to gain knowledge to the results of maqsud and maslahat for Ummah. Aamiin's."

"Afra Arundati."

Fayyadh considered, he read again the writing on the proposal. The condition is, ready to be prepared to be the successor of the father in the organization, including the management of political parties as well as other things to be pleased with it.

"Married it's not just me and you, it's family. If Maira alone was more concerned with the feelings of the entire extended family to suppress my feelings, then I would be so too."

"Afra, honestly you're an interesting girl. But the end of all this must be coupled with an inner fight between me and Umma. Heart is not willing, because the position as a boy still belongs to his mother. While I, want to glorify my wife as well."

Fayyadh monologued as he reread many of the young woman's achievements there. The vision of the mission to build a family that is not much different from him.

The handsome man of Kusuma's pride then wrote a reply message in a noted mobile phone.

"Hi Afra's. Sorry to read your message. Thank you for being my secret admirer all these years."

"You are intelligent, independent and charming, insya Allah sholihah. Though I have never seen the face of ayu behind the niqab, I am sure that Allah has always created His creatures, especially women with all their beauty."

"My promise to Umma I can't break, sorry. And I do not want to bind you to wait for one thing that I cannot hold fast, for the heart is His."

"May you be a match with a sholeh nan kaffah man or if perhaps you are my match, of course God will bring us back in time. Aamiin's."

Fayyadh took a long breath.

"Alhamdulillah. While istikharah ask sholihah girl to be present at the right time. Not for my heart, but Umma. I will try to accept him if my own mother chooses" said Fayyadh.

Amir's eldest son stepped towards his mini balcony flat, carrying a glass of coffee that began to leave small lumps of ice cubes.

"Fio, what are you doing?"

There's a memory of a pretty brown-haired girl there. His lips glanced at the smile.

"When you wear a kaftan, you are half a Muslim. Umma must be happy yes can often communicate with you, as if there are friends," muttered Fayyadh, sipping drinks to the toilet accompanied by the heat of the desert wind.

Ting. Fayyadh's cell phone call went off.

Fayyadh entered, closing the balcony door and the curtains.

He then laid down on the bed, reaching for the flat object lying there. His fingers were agile to open a group of messages.

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"Good night. Sorry to interrupt the timing of Den Mas Wisesa and Mas Fayyadh. Want to ask something, can you? but outside of business," Fio typed a message.

"Night Non Fio. Go ahead" Abah replied.

"Oh yeah. Call Abah, it's better. Non Fio already considered Abah a grandson," added Abah again.

"Ciye, where's the grandson, Bah?"

"Female, Mas. Confessed with God," replied Wisesa origin.

"Night, Fio. Ask a lot, don't pay, '" Fayyadh tagged Fiora.

Fiora sends a smiling emot. He's happy to get an ice pick on a wagon.

"I tagged my admin first. You guys keep silent. Thankyou." Fio multimatums.

"Non Good."

"I don't read, Nope." Answer the second admin Fiora.

"Change, just call Fio if so. Hmm, I'd like to ask you about Asiyah's story of the pharaoh's wife. Why is he so resigned to God for his fate?"

"Mas, answer." Abah's word to Fayyadh.

"Why is that? for it created a high degree before God until Asiyah gained glory."

"So you have to give up if you want to get glory?" fiora Urge.

"Change or am I the one who answers?" ask Fayyadh.

"Mas, continue."

"Bismillah. Fio, sorry yes, again this is my and Abah's point of view. Not a ra-ra or discrimination."

"Yes, I understand."

"We are encouraged by God to always assume that behind bad events there is good accompanying. Give yourself to God because He has unlimited power. The resignation is also the capital of peace of life after effort of course," Fayyadh explained.

"The resigned servant usually has a positive energy to avoid a sense of loyalty, despair and others. By committing ourselves to God, we will live a life without doubt, anxiety or excessive worry. And realize that as good as man's plan is, far better than God's plan for us."

"This is how it is, Nak Fio. After the effort, keep doing good even though our opponent is not good so that in addition to getting peace of life, increased faith, then the glory will be present by itself or even the Grace of God descends asabab," Abah concluded.

"Oh so, alhamdulilah. Ngerti, it means he is very noble yes, firmly hold his service. I cry" wrote Fiora.

"Sorry, what is Fio learning about?" ask Fayyadh.

"Inspirational stories of Muslim women are also shahabiyah. Can't you?" ask Fiora doubtfully.

"Can. Many positive things can be learned from the stories of the predecessors" replied Abah.

"Yes. Good night everyone. Fio said yes, thank you for the explanation. I'll understand more easily" Fiora wrote, tagging Fayyadh.

"Mas doang, Abah, don't you?"

"Eh yes. Abah too. Syukron," added Fiora.

"Afwan. Fio. Good night."

"Afwan Fiora's. Take care's. Do not forget if you want to train patience with fasting," continued Fayyadh.

"What fasting?"

"We call it the fast of Ayyamul Bidh." Fayyadh again.

"Whatis that? can I follow you?"

"If your goal is to learn to resist lust, besides hunger and thirst, practice gratitude and patience. You may," lead Fayyadh.

"Maaaas," said Abah.

"Hehe, it's okay Abah. Fio wanted to know. Mas, please continue. Don't worry, I read it."

"Ayyamul Bidh comes from the word Ayyam, meaning day, ‘Bidh’ is white. Because on that day the bright moon shone on the black earth. It was as if it had become white because of the light. This is then associated with men who are full of sin, because black is interpreted with maksiat."

"Wow, amazee. Continue, Mum."

"Sunnah fasting is carried out in the middle of the Hijri month, the Islamic calendar, except for tasyrik day." Fayyadh wrote with enthusiasm.

"When that? how long?" Fiora was getting interested.

"Three days. This month falls tomorrow, six to eight."

"OKs. Fio try. Hm, if I try, should use no intention anyway? kayak ramadhan has the intention, this is the same?"

"Just like Nak Fio, use intention. You can speak any language. For example, nawaitu shouma ghadin ayyamal bidhi sunnatan lillahi ta’ala," continued Abah, amazed how to find out ala Fiora.

"If again it's .. hmm anu," doubted Fiora.

Fayyadh. "Fio's dawn alms, saying prayers at dawn, if the Muslimah usually multiply sholawat and dhikr," Fayyadh wrote affirming Fiora's intention if the woman is in menstruation.

"Mas. I understand, ciye," said Abah to see the sensitivity of Fayyadh.

"Papa's coming home, I say yes first. Thank you very much. Fio will ask again."

"Bye Mas's. Assalamu'alaikum."

Fayyadh and Abah just silently looked at each other's devices in different places, saw Fiora's writing there, say hello.

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...Happy fasting sunnah guys....