ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 78. DREAM

All of Shan's gifts since he arrived yesterday, neatly displayed on the long sofa in the middle of the suite room they occupied.

Maira was attracted by a black goodie bag that was lying on the table with a bouquet of new flowers. "Other than this, brother?" yells.

"What?" said Shan, he first went into the bathroom.

Maira opened the hook and grabbed something from inside. "Soft, silky." His hand pulled the thing out of the paper bag.

How surprised the prince Kusuma, the object in the right hand now is something that can arouse the passion of men. The lady was in a hurry to put it back in its original place.

Without Maira noticing, Shan noticed from the bathroom doorway. He whistled too. "Dipake, honey."

Blushes.

El Qavi's son-in-law blushes. Ignoring what Shan said. He immediately opened his suitcase, searched for sleeping pajamas and rushed to the bathroom.

"Sister, excuse me. Want to make the bathroom," said Maira asked Shan to step away from there.

Ezra's eldest son just smiled seeing his wife nervous. "Dipake yes later, it has been bought by Mother, it is not me who prepared," he said.

"Well, Mother?"

"He em's. Let her daughter harvest the reward, said Mother. Can't believe? we open his chat later. Quickly yes dear, it is early morning," said Shan passed from there.

Pillow talk's.

Both of them are now under the same blanket. Maira gave Shan the phone she was carrying. The man immediately activated and shared the news with his family via video call.

"Sister, is it still a long time?" maira said very softly. He's getting sleepy.

Shan immediately ended the call hearing his wife complain. He also put the phone next to the tab on the nightstand.

"Where do we live?"

"As for Big Brother, I'm coming," said Maira starting to enter Shan's arms.

"Apart or home?" ask Shan.

"Home."

"Big or small?"

"Asri but not too big" Maira replied quickly.

"Ok, done. Thank God, we will hunt and finish the interior. Wanna see?"

"See what?"

"Your dream house" Shan grabbed the tab on the table, then opened the file there, showing Maira about the project she was working on with Shaharan.

The sleepiness that came was instantly gone. Maira observed the site plan of the two-story building, carrying the concept of a beautiful growing house.

"Likes?"

Shan Qavi's wife nodded enthusiastically. "Where did the facade get it? orange rocks?" ask Maira astonished.

"Secret, we'll see. Not yet fully so. Thanks Darling, this is inspired by you, I participate in the event of the concept of home design growing that is trending in.. hopefully we also grow up to be better than before during together, as long as we are together, like this house," Shan said, peeping at Maira's forehead.

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything, this is all...." Shan just put the tab down. He put his hands behind Maira's nightgown, rubbing her smooth, smooth skin, slowly bringing her face closer, starting to taste the sweet lips of the wife.

All the special treatment, Maira received also enjoy the whole day since yesterday thanks to the handsome man beside her now.

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Jeddah.

Fayyadh was inflamed when he heard the dark story of the Afra family told by Aiswa. The beautiful woman of Tazkiya descent then asked the son to be quick to give a decision on the submission of ta'aruf girl surnamed Arundati.

"I sent the draft to Umma huh. The answer is" said Fayyadh.

"Who?" search Fayyadh.

"Princess Yai Zainal, your good friend Njid. His name is Zaynah Nur bintu Zain. Profile he has Umma send by e-mail yes," said Aiswa.

"Ok, but final answer ... Choose which is best for me. Already understand the criteria of the woman of my dreams," light Fayyadh waves without burden.

"Your Umma? you will marry later who will live it. Love or not," said Aiswa.

"Mom's choice was never wrong. I'm sure Umma and Abi must not be reckless. Will poll the work of heaven and earth for me .. so I am sami'na wa atho'na and Umma, kheir in shayah Allah. Love can be fostered, the important thing is my parents are happy, family too and she is a good girl, want to both worship nyenengin Allah, Rosulullah, also Umma," said Fayyadh, resigned.

"But then Mas must be nadzor right?" anxious Aiswa.

"See, in Allah if Umma has agreed. The CV please send it to me, so I am calm to finish college here," he explained again.

"Mas. No longer resigned because of a breakup, right?" search Aiswa.

"No. I'm just thinking about what happened last. If I choose, Umma does not agree that the pain finally. Different stories if my mother chooses, although I have not been in love but sure the prayers will flow from Umma and Abi for us, it is most important," replied Fayyadh firmly.

"Alhamdulillah, the knowledge is dipake," said Amir connect the chat between the two of them who were at the loudspeaker by Aiswa.

"Thanks for learning from Abi. Letting the lover marry another man then resigned and get Umma again," quipped Fayyadh insinuated his father.

Aiswa laughs. "Mas. You are that."

"Afra's sick, Mas. You don't pity? Abi was married to Ibu Runi for the same reason. Want to follow Abi's trail?" seloroh Aiswa's.

"Afra's sick?"

"Yes. He said he didn't want treatment."

"Pity is very yes. So what does this have to do with me?" ask Fayyadh.

"His father beg you to persuade him to seek treatment. Even ask you to pedekate," explained Amir again.

"That's it," said Fayyadh sounding doubtful. "Hmm, Umma."

"What's? don't tell me your decision changed, Mom. The family is not ridho loh, especially Uyut," stressed Aiswa.

"But pity him" replied Fayyadh.

"Istikharah, Mother. Do not rush, ask your heart and confirm your intention. Marriage is not for pity or anything else. Just now you said that filial reason," Aiswa reminded.

Silent.

"Abi, what was the intention of getting married to Ibu Runi?"

"Because Umma you already belong to another man. Abi did not want to fall for the sin of longing for the woman of his own brother. Mana knows there will also be unexpected stories, if you can laugh of course Abi will wait for Umma to widow. Abi and you are different ... Maira and Shan love each other, they're both approved and there's no veil, Mas!" emphatically Amir.

The long, serious chatter about Afra Arundati made Fayyadh obsolete. He decided to end the call with his parents.

The handsome man, Kusuma, opened the e-mail, read a row of messages there containing Zaynah biodata.

"God." Fayyadh pressed the base of his eyebrows, massaging the temples slowly.

He got up, opened the mini balcony door of the room and looked up at the sky. Aiswa's words, Amir's advice even Danarhadi's tantrums revolved around filling the brain and ringing in hearing.

"Afra is actually the ideal woman for me. But am I able to fight the many conflicts in the midst of family opinion? especially uyut. Even though Umma will approve, will my path with her be smooth? can we if they keep their distance?"

"Kusuma, hold fast to the rules. Yai's daughter Njid's friend, Zaynah Nur is just as good, even she's like my mirror" said Fayyadh, releasing a wedge of heart, dividing it into the air.

"Fios. If only...."

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...Many very ideal male candidates 😌...