ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 79. GAMELAN

The next morning, USA.

Maira was still wrapped in a blanket after dawn. She felt a little dizzy because Shan interrupted her sleep last night. Nothing they do, just that the handsome husband often flirts with a variety of touches.

Princess Kusuma offered to leave, but Shan refused. "You cape, I just want a doank acquaintance," Shan kekeh before he clutches his woman tightly.

This morning they were supposed to fly to a country known for romantic snow, but Shan delayed departure because Maira was still sleeping.

Ezra's son was not bored looking at the face of ayu which was partially covered by a mane child. "She's so sweet to sleep in, actually exactly sleeping beauty. Fayyadh refused to let go. You guys grew up together, memorized each other's habits but I was lucky."

Time is almost up to dzuhur. Maira squirms. The round net is squeaking due to being exposed to light bias from the curtain that Shan accidentally opened.

"Zie?"

Silent.

"Zie?" maira's spoiled voice when she just woke up.

"Sister."

"I'm here." Shan emerged from behind the lady's back. Grip and kiss Maira's cheeks.

"Zie, what time is it?" he slumped his head, inching his back to face Shan.

"Zie's? who's that?"

Maira shut up, she went back to sleep. Shan did not want his woman to fall asleep again, he kissed the cheek and nose of his beautiful wife in an embrace.

"Darling, who's Zie? you know, yeah, I'm jealous loh."

Princess Mahendra. He opened a little net. "Sister."

"Hmm? meaning?"

"Zie's a sister. Azizi, my darling," said Maira, returning half-circumcised. The sleepiness is difficult to get away, increasingly tangled in the eye pelupuk.

Shan fell silent, didn't heard wrong? this lady called it that. There was a desire to ask Maira to change the call for him, but she was reluctant.

"Repeat, darling." Shan teased her again with a wet kiss on all inches of the face.

Maira gave up, she opened her eyes wide. "Beloved Zie, my own Azizi, my darling."

Descendants of El Qavi. He stared at the amber bead that was still gnawing. "Sugary. Thank you very much, I'm very happy, thank you dear, makasiiiiiiih." Shan increasingly showered his wife with various kisses, expressions of love, because he was anxious.

"Udah. Yes, I woke up." Maira tried to escape the check.

"After dzuhur, we leave. Do not forget the intention of the plural prayer with Ashar," said Shan pulled both arms of Maira to rise.

"Loh Zie, are you packing? how does everyone neigh?" maira asked astonished to see that her suitcase and Shan's backpack had been tidy. One large box also appears ready to send via luggage.

"Teddy bear, also other clothes that are not used I send cargo only yes, Ai. In the travel bag you only contain important items."

An hour later, they were ready to go to the airport to continue their journey to the destination country of honeymoon.

...***...

Indonesian, Solo.

Abah prepares to head for Yai Shodiq's cabin to inform him of Fayyadh's answer to Afra's request, which Aiswa sent last night.

The middle-aged man went with Kuntara, carrying a map belonging to the sholihah girl as well as a draft answer sheet entrusted by the son-in-law.

An hour drive, finally the white Honda Freed entered the boarding area. The two men were directed to wait in the living room of the cottage.

Before long, the couple who owned the lodge, met Abah. The three talked for a moment before conveying their intentions.

"Anna's granddaughter gave me an answer last night. Monggo, please review it," Abah said, handing over the file on the table.

Abah did not dare to give advice, he chose manut, at this time.

On the advice of her husband, Nyai urung brought Afra together with Kusuma, weighing various conditions. Before long, Wisesa said she had resigned as the intention and trust of her granddaughter had been conveyed.

Before returning to Joglo Ageng. Abah took the time to look at Kebon. For a long time he had not walked down many posts around the flower plantation owned by the grandfather.

She misses. "Meela, our grandchildren are all grateful to have been independent as well as good morals. I was waiting for the time to see you again" he murmured when he saw the expanse of white roses as well as the delicious flowers of the night, the old wife's favorite had passed away.

"My heart remains the same, loving you to the end of life even though I dare not ask for your reply, or even ask God that in another life, you also have the same taste for me." His old netra condensed. Missing someone who does not love him can also incur wounds.

Huft.

"I can only ask You, O God. Do not inflict the same pain on my descendants because of matters of heart and tradition especially syar'i. Aamiin's."

Wisesa's twilight footsteps continued towards post sector five. This area is according to him the most comfortable and quiet place to enjoy Kebon because of its low position on the edge of the cliff, has its own beauty.

Netra accidentally saw the figure of a woman as she knew but a sense of doubt because she wore different clothes.

Abah approached, sayup heard a soft stuffing from the roof room of dried coconut leaves there.

"Son Fio?" Abah tried to call the girl.

Fio. "Treally." He wiped his tears.

"Why here, why cry? instead of enjoying the scenery," asked Abah gently sitting in front of the girl his granddaughter's age.

"Fio read this. Why is he so in love with Rosulullah? why be sure of the teachings he brings? and this, her own daughter was even willing to let go of her husband because she was not at all at all," the beautiful girl who was now dressed so tightly was sobbing.

"Tawheed Nak Fio. God's Oneness. Many orders, suggestions also how to glorify humans, justice that the ummah needs in the middle to jahiliyah...so cry because of that?" search Abah.

"Yes. Heart, Abah. Mama Fio embraced Islam towards the end of her life. I did not defend Mama when Papa was angry, ignored him and let alone feel the pain until death. But strangely, Mama's face beamed when Papa handed over the body to be dealt with Islamically. Fio felt disobedient," his cries broke.

"Alhamdulillah. Mr. Glenn is wise, he is not ridho but understands his wife's religion ... Pray a lot for Mama yes Nak Fio," Abah said calmly.

"The more I learn this, the more my heart inclines. But I'm afraid," he said interrupted sobbing.

"They came not from any creature or Prophets, purely the preregative right of God to whomever He willed, manifested in five forms - al-wijdan or al-ilham (naluri), al-hawas (indera), al-‘aql (racial ratio), al-wahyi (revelation, religion) and al-tawfiq or al-ma’unah (spontaneous assistance from Allah and conformity to God's will and man's plan)."

"What is Bah, for example? for me to understand easily," Fio wiped his tears.

"First, we can analogize instincts to babies, he cries, whines when Asi is hungry or all the animals when he will build a nest. Where's that science from? animals are without perfect sense except instinct .. if the guidance about the senses for example response. If Nak fio happy must be happy and sad, yes, of course, crying" added Abah.

"For the third example, the special guidance is handed down to humans in order to think, to learn a science. Most people refer to it as wisdom or when we can take a lesson from an event, like that, regret."

"This "fourth sentence, which is often referred to as a guide from God. For only He has power over this. A guide to let people know what is good and bad. If in the world of work it may be S.O.P, authority is at the top."

"And finally, the guidance that can make man steadfast is in His way. Clean the heart of the body soul so that what emanates from the self is only charity. Well, son Fio, conclude it yourself."

The young girl nan ayu seemed to digest what was described as a charismatic before. Her lips are smiling sweetly. But dimmed as the ringtone of his phone rang. "Papa."

"Change, pray for Fio. I'm sorry to say goodbye first, in search of Papa. I'll ask you again, thank you very much Abah."

Princess Glenn Tusakti hastened to tidy up all the reading books scattered over the room. He also ran up the steps of the stairs after saying goodbye, towards the upper parking lot.

Wisesa just looked worriedly at him. "May you be made easy, son, in all matters. Very persistent," he said then while getting up.

Just a few steps. His feet stopped when he saw a book fall. "Kayak has Fio, the love story of the daughter of Rosulullah," said Abah read the title of the book.

The noble man's lips revealed a smile, carrying the book he had found.

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