ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 82. AYU

"Abrisam?"

"Yes. Wardhani is not as cruel as Danarhadi. He is flexible let alone their extended family is not as glamorous as Wisesa. But the two candidates, on par with Fayyadh, Afra. They are independent and adequate," Bima persuaded not desperate.

"Open the door first, read the information you got about these two men."

"I reluctantly. Please Dad, leave me alone" Afra said.

"Or do you want to meet Galuh's grandson? matthew's son, though not as religious as Fayyadh but Manggala and Melviano, are both modern metrosexual men. Galuh unlike Wisesa, he dares to oppose Danarhadi if you want to stay with Kusuma. Many candidates both Afra and all of them are qualified," said Bima not tired of sharing young men ready to marry from the Kusuma breed.

Afra. He then got up, wiping away the tear-filled face. Slowly the body like supported cartilage was stepping gontai towards the door.

Cclack.

"Alhamdulillah."

"Just put all the files you brought to my desk. I want to eat" said the lady ayu leaving the room towards the ground floor.

"Afra, don't you use this?" tanya Bima pointed the niqab at the table.

Afra stopped, turning her head towards her father who was standing in the doorway of the room. "There are no men, right?"

Bima nodded. "Yes there is no."

The hijab-bound girl continued her step down the stairs and turned towards the kitchen.

There, he made something that his doctor had forbidden to consume. Instant noodles with spicy ramen.

Bima followed the princess into the kitchen a few minutes later. They quarreled back with Afra as the first mouthful would enter the girl's mouth.

"Again. I beg you, need a cry booster," Afra's pinta.

"Once and you end up opening, no!" Bima threw out the noodles that had just matured.

The girl was getting weaker looking at what her father was doing, the face of ayu without the niqab paled, the pulse pressure on her head grew heavier making Afra's gaze twitch.

Brugh. Young Miss Arundati, passed out.

"Afra!"

Bima's panic towards eleven o'clock at night invites excessive reaction of the residents of the house. Afra was carried by several maids to the room.

Next morning.

Ageng Joglo.

Bima came to Danarhadi's residence when Kusuma's men were performing duha prayers in their respective rooms. His voice called out to Wisesa.

"Raden Mas Wisesa!"

"Please sit and wait for a moment in Pendopo. No need to shout, here the residents are still sane, healthy, not budeg, Mr. Bima," replied Kuntara dispelled the steps of the official when going to squeeze into the main residence.

Bima paid no heed to the housekeeper. He still does what he wants.

Danarhadi, who was not used to the noise, felt uncomfortable and disturbed. His worship was no longer solemn, the old man but still very fit then came out of the room. Grumpy, because recognize the annoying sound. If he could, he would spout fire at the source of the commotion to have Bima burn to ashes.

"Wong jerky! why else is this?" danarhadi exclaimed with emotion.

"Where Wisesa. I don't have any business maring njenengan," he said pongah.

"Weh, not polite! pancen anake wong!" reply Danarhadi no less fierce.

Abah came from within. Pat the grandfather's arm to be patient to face the most beautiful creature of God. "Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Bima's. Monggo ahead if you want to talk," asked Abah while sticking his hand pointing to the outside of the main residence.

"Sa...."

"Pictured Cake. Understand" Abah calmed Danarhadi down and asked Kuntara to keep an eye on him.

The two men then headed for the pendopo.

"The power of the heart of Mas Fayyadh niku. There is no interference from us, the printed file also looks the origin of the document from where," explained Abah.

"But you can persuade, it should be polite, flexible. Know not? Afra down, she fainted last night," complained Bima again inviting sympathy.

"It is precisely Mas Fayyadh immediately gave a decision because he did not want to hang Nak Afra status for too long. If you want to propose to another male sholeh or appointed by someone, you are free not to be in a condition of braiding or waiting for certainty. Besides, my grandson is bound by a promise to his mother" Abah said behind Fayyadh's refusal.

"A promise made to be broken, Den Mas. Time can not be loose a little for the good of who knows how to like each other," tweeted Bima.

"Astaghfirullah, ngapunten Mas Bima. My son's family isn't that. A promise is a promise whatever it is."

"So what was Afra's fate? you should be responsible for my daughter's deteriorating physical condition!" the official's chirping again while breaking the table.

"I will visit your daughter, as a representative of our family," Abah said.

"It should be Fayyadh who comes who knows Afra is healthy and wants to continue treatment" said the descendants of Arundati.

"What difference? the healthy spirit comes from oneself, the one who heals is God not man. Afra is more understanding than Mas Bima, natural heartbreak because humans have instincts. And princess njengan must know how to deal with this," refuted Abah began to be caught off guard.

"Please, give them a chance," Bima pleaded, his face did not deny the sadness appeared there.

"The absolute affair of Mas Fayyadh. But I'll tell him. Please do not expect much" Abah said.

The net view of the unpretentious Kusuma man was sidetracked due to the arrival of a mercedes-benz car that entered the court of Joglo Ageng.

"Punten ya Mas Bima. I have guests," said Abah rose, permission to resign from Pendopo to greet the entourage of the heirloom.

Bima stunned, Wisesa's relationship is not from among the careless when he saw Takakti. Kian confirms Afra to marry one of Kusuma.

Abah left Pendopo, taking the two men into the main residence.

"Mr Glenn, please sit down. I'm sorry we met at home" welcome Abah to leave them.

"Nevermind, Mr. Wisesa. We'll just go straight," he said with a flat face without the kind expression he had before.

Talks alot discussed for almost two hours until it led to the agreement to stop cooperation between him and the Kusuma breed.

Abah Legowo, maybe this is the best for both of them amid the internal turmoil of their families who dragged the name Kusuma.

"Where is my daughter" asked Glenn after signing the contract termination.

"Sorry Mr Glenn, why ask me this?"

"Because you must be the one Fio contacted," he accused.

"Not anyone else?"

"My daughter has no friends. All I know is Richard and Fayyadh. Richard's not in indo, and you're a Fayyadh family. Of course know what my son is doing," the cynical Glenn Tusakti raised a gaze.

"Fayyadh is also not in Indonesia. I'm not authorized to even ask about the young lady's activities. We are not mahram or in a relationship other than business. When it comes to helping your daughter, it's purely as a matter of mutual concern ... Miss Fiora is at Kenanga's boarding house, "honestly Abah, intending for them to make peace.

"I guessed it, Kusuma was behind all this" accused Glenn again.

"Reverse what? don't get me wrong Lord, your daughter cried and asked for help last night. The world of the cruel streets, Fio is easily recognized as a woman with whom he risks salvation, so I direct him there...."

"She's been so rebellious since meeting Kusuma," snide Glenn.

"I don't understand what's going on between you. But I make sure, Kusuma does not affect the temperament or anything else at all" said Abah no less seriously.

"The bottom line is this ... until any time, I will never bless," said the owner of this University of Tasakti, rose to his feet.

"She'll still be your daughter, sir." Abah stood up and let his guest go.

"Ck, but not with Kusuma," his mouthpiece passed out of the Ageng Joglo.

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