ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 80. SECRET UNCOVERED

Along the way the ringing of his cellphone never stopped ringing so that made the girl ayu rush into the luxurious residence of Takakti.

His assistant said that the big master was waiting for Fio in the room. The girl also advised the young lady to be careful.

Fiora began to be prejudiced, her heart broke when she climbed dozens of stairs to the second floor.

How unfortunate Fio's fate is today. He saw the door open wide, saw the figure of the father standing in the room, ruffled his back to his back. His eyes were wide when he saw the little secret being revealed.

Glekks.

"Papa, what's going on?" fio's soft voice shook withstanding fear.

"You think for yourself. Should I be angry?" reprimand Glenn, still in a flat tone.

"I just read, not dig deep. What's problem?" Fio tried to dodge while squatting to clear up all the mess his father had done.

Glenn was silent, but the man's breathing began to sound rude. Like someone holding back anger.

Takakti started to growl. "Worship and prayer, learning the right tajwid, marriage in Islam, women's fiqh. Fucking kid! you betrayed me?" lice Glenn, smashing the book into the princess's face, which he found hidden under the bed.

"Awh." Fiora's forehead felt throbbing pain due to being hit by the end of a thick volume of books.

The owner of Flyfy Craft. There was no evasive effort now, but he did not give up.

"Just like someone who learned to swim, that doesn't mean he's going to be a diver, Pa. I was just wondering why when the Adhan people rushed even racing. Yes I'll find out," refuted Fio again. He kept the intonation of his voice to keep it soft.

"Smart but misguided. Papa respects your current fashion style of Fiora, more polite but not with what you read and learn!" amuk Glenn, kick the pile of books that Fio painstakingly tidied up.

Huft. Princess Georgia sighed, patting her chest softly.

"I'm not going to betray Papa. I am still your son, will be filial and responsible for all decisions later. Was my cage all this time?" said Fio holding tight.

"Fiora Akshaya really likes the art world but I followed Papa's desire to major in PR, even up to S2. My brain is forced to work, thinking fast .. I forget that I'm still a teenager."

"Do you think I'm happy? yes, I am happy but only as Fiora Akshaya, Glenn's daughter. Not the real Fio ... Where are my friends? do I often kongkow? have I ever tried drugs or drugs? nonexistent. I'm busy with the world that Papa created for me" isak Fio, sitting on the floor with his book.

"Until you meet Richard, Papa has arranged it, right? he was prepared to comfort me for losing my mother since he converted. Richard's mission was to keep me spiritually guarded, but Papa's prediction was wrong... I slowly felt comfortable and loved him but Papa also separated us even for my own good? when is Papa tired of all the rage?" Fio looked at the father.

So you're bringing up?" glenn's face was already flushed red, his teeth tightening a sign he was holding back an emotional outburst.

"No Pa. I can still breathe with all my bags, with my books. Please, this time give me a little leeway seddiiikkkiiitt just to learn what I like," he bowed, unable to look at the sharp gaze of the father.

His daughter started to defy after they got to know Kusuma. Want to not care but Fio is the hope of continuity of the family Tusakti. The burly hand clenched, feeling like it had failed to keep an eye on her daughter so as not to follow in Georgia's footsteps.

Glenn saw Fiora was very fond of various religious book titles, the young girl picked up again even crying over the book she had torn before her arrival.

"All because of Kusuma!"

Fio barked, as the well-mannered family was accused of having an adverse impact. "Don't blame anyone else. Enough of me, Pa. Just me!" shouted Fio loudly. He could no longer bear patience.

"GET RID OF EVERYTHING RELATED TO KUSUMA!"

Sraaatt. Glenn threw some money strings at Fiora.

Blughs.

"Pay wan cooperation performance! I don't want to know!" firmly staring nyalang at the princess of pride.

"It's my belief. Not related to Kusuma, Pa!" Fio shouted out loud.

"It's not their fault, Pa. THIS IS NOT FAIR!" fiora's patience is tested, she tries to rebel.

Glenn turned his body away, he refrained from lashing out at Fiora.

"MA! PAPA!" Fio forcefully pulled the father's arm, in order to bring the pile of money back.

"Depart, Fio!"

Plakk. The slap landed on Fiora's smooth cheek.

The Georgian princess staggered, almost falling down, but her legs managed to become a body support so she remained standing.

Monolid eyes girl ayu stacked clear liquid, staring at the sad father. The corner of his lips was injured due to the hard blow.

"FIORA, where are you going!"

"HORSE!" glenn shouted, his heavy voice echoing to the corners of the house.

The ayu girl continued to step up, descending the hasty stairs. He ignored the call of the maids, security was also a driver when passing them.

"Miss. We're taking you, Miss where are you going?" the driver blocked the employer's steps even though his breath was cut off as a result of pursuing Fio's long steps.

"Ming-gir sir, Fio wants to go to Mama. Don't tell Papa yes," he whimpered.

"Father between ya," persuade the driver.

"No need. Fio wants to be alone," he waltzed away just like that.

Driver was inexhaustible, he asked Sindy to follow remotely on his motorcycle.

"Oh Allah, young, pinter, independent but still not perfect life. Non Fio has no friends, busy school even though that age is usually longer demen hurrah. Lady Georgia why died young anyway, her son pity. The big master is too loud," complained the driver also security Tusakti.

Fiora walked with her head down, her face puffy, occasional tears still dripping down her smooth cheeks. The finger then pulled out the phone from the bag that was still hanging in the body since he arrived earlier, quickly ordering a fleet of ojek online.

"Mas. Mas Fayyadh."

Only the name Fayyadh comes to mind now.

"Mama, how should I do?" it removes the remaining clear liquid at the end of the netra.

Twenty minutes walk, finally ayu girl left with a bulge who had been waiting in front of the gate of the luxury complex around the residential area of Tusakti, travel to the public cemetery ten kilometers from where she is now.

Now, Princess Georgia cried bitterly at the side of the Mother's belly button. There are no words that come out of her sweet lips. Only a heart-wrenching rhythm of crying sounded.

"Mas. Ummas. Mas. Umma." umma."

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At the same time.

Amir saw his wife pensively in front of the model when she was about to fit the fabric. "Rohi, why? ngelamun daritadi," reprimanded the husband.

"Hmm, uh, don't know why. Why yes? I'm why the hell, Bii?" ask Aiswa confused.

"Hm, behavior. Fayyadh is calling" Amir said, pointing to a cell phone ringing on the table.

Aiswa then grabbed the phone from the table, not far from the position she was standing in. "Hello, Mas Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Um, is Zaynah wearing a niqab or not?"

"Why?"

"What's up, I'm just nanya. There are no clear photos here" Fayyadh said again.

"Looks not. But if there is a big event and public worship coming. Njid said, the Yai Zainal family will wear a veil or niqab directly," said Aiswa again.

"That's yeah. Umma know how Fio is?"

"Good, but not in contact for a long time. The last one was just business talk. Why, kangen?" fishing rod Aiswa.

"Don't know why. Just want her, hopefully in good shape."

The short call ended because Aiswa had to receive a call from the client.

"My eyes see Zaynah but my heart thinks of you."

"Fio, how's the kid doing. After this, I'll try to call him."

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