ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 84. STAMPS

By dusk, Jeddah and Switzerland.

Jeddah.

These few days similar and recurring dreams are often present making the heart of the descendants of Kusuma tickled to find out. He was very curious about Zaynah. The CV is perfect, Fayyadh looks like a mirror reflection of himself. He now decides to make a call to Aiswa.

Trowels. The ringing of the joint tone was heard twice.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma. What is it, often very call Umma lately," Aiswa sends his greetings also reprimand.

"Umma, do you want there to be research in the campus, since Thursday college holidays until Sunday. I go home, yes, I want a nadzor Zaynah" said Fayyadh.

"Are you serious? want to continue ta'aruf with Zaynah?" cecar Aiswa's.

"Yes." Yeah."

Silent.

"Hello, Umma."

A few moments later.

"What is Umma's promise debt, Mas?" this time Amir's voice was heard, it seemed that Aiswa had disappeared because she was looking for her husband.

"He said he was willing to wait" said Fayyadh.

"No time? how will he be hanged, Mom? ta'aruf can be rejected or accepted because it has not been guaranteed certainty even though asking God for guidance is obligatory" said Amir.

Fayyadh gamang, justifying what Abinya said.

"This aja, permission first sowan while figuratively see Zaynah from a long time before accepting or continuing because if it is ta'aruf it is recommended not too long to the khitbah, if Zaynah has a love for other men, Mas must be legowo because you have no bond. Except after Solo, there is a decision to proceed and Zaynah is tied directly," Aiswa weighed, down the suggestion.

"I'm how good it is. The day after tomorrow will return to indo."

"Mas, said Njid. Yai Zainal family is preparing for safar to Solo, attending haul Habib Alwi this Saturday, Abi you are also there tomorrow. Hopefully sophisticated," added Aiswa said information (meet).

"Umma please set yes. I called Abah first because he said he wanted to see Afra and I wanted to come" Fayyadh said again.

"Don't give me hope, Mum!" aiswa's message is firm.

"No. Already Umma, I want to be ready to mengampus again until night."

Fayyadh closes the connection after the greeting. Then continue on to the next schedule.

"What a coincidence, Solo. Fio, I hope to see you," murmured Fayyadh, his smile unconsciously rising to decorate a handsome face at dusk.

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Switzerland.

After a break since their arrival, Maira's condition this afternoon looks fit. Shan was on the balcony talking about the job he had left there a long time ago.

"Zie, want maghrib as it is. Not snacking yet?" tawar Maira saw the snacks in Shan's message lined up on the table.

There is no word from the figure out there, Maira was sitting on the sofa, began to taste Chamomile tea first.

Guna's daughter-in-law came in. "So soon, is it okay?" shan asked as he smelled the fragrant floral and citrus fragrances.

"He em, I ate first Zie, really hungry," said Maira as she untangled the wet towel wrapped around her head.

Shan rubbed his wife's head slowly. "So it's the same room boy, apparently there's a mosque around here. I pray there until I say yes Ai .. I hope to be surprised when I go home later," whispered Shan friendly, while then headed to the bathroom.

Uhuk. Uhuk.

"Yes, honey." Shan rolled his right eye.

Maira just lowered her head, smiling sweetly, she blushed. His brain was imagining romantic things.

Almost nine o'clock in the evening, Maira waited for her husband who never arrived. He was bored in the room, then decided to open the balcony door so that cool air can circulate for a moment.

"God's power, God's power." Maira was amazed to see the cleanliness of the city layout of this country.

Shan was stunned, he saw the wife in black lingerie on her knees combined with a thin, lacy robe that dangled. The black hair of the boat was beautifully unraveled, its tie feet treading the floor barefooted. Gestur Maira stood her back, staring at the scenery on the real balcony making the passion of son Ezra appear, soaring.

He approached the woman. "Assalamu'alaikum ya baabar rahma," whispered Shan hugging Maira from behind.

"Wa'alaikumsalam ya sayyidal amin," he replied softly, the heartbeat of princess Naya racing.

Shan grabs both of Maira's hands and blows at the wife's crown. "Roditu billa hi robba, Ya Lathifullah nurun 'ala nur syahidannur 'ala man yasya." Continuing to kiss both ears, "Sam'ika Allahussami." Also the reddish cheeks of Maira. "Yes Your Curry Yes Rohmanu Yes Your Spirit O Allah."

Shan turned Maira's body to face her, peeling her nose while praying. "Farouhun Waroihanun Wa Jannaatun na'im." Continuing to kiss the shoulder of the woman ayu, "Rohmanaddu his Ya Rohimal Endoh." Slowly smoothing the kiss for the princess. "Allahu Nurus Samawati Wal Ardhi, Nuru Habibil Iiman Min 'Ibadikas Sholihin." Shan closed the prayer, grabbing his chin also touching Maira's soft lips.

C-ups.

"Zi." Maira put both her palms on Shan's chest.

"Can't continue?" the glint of Shan's eyes looked adoring, longing to do more.

"Byeah, Ridho," Maira's smile seemed sweet to Shan.

"Maa Allah, dear Syukron." Shan opened Maira's palm, peeked in there. "Ma Kaddzabal Fuadu Ma Ro, yes."

The snowy country night wind that entered through the gap of the balcony door made Maira not feel the cold. Warm tennisers began to run the sexy body of Princess Mahendra when the two hands were felt the back nan open, pulling the hips to stick tight with Shan's body.

Ezra's eldest son, raised Maira ala bridal style body after saying the prayer sequence earlier. Slowly lay down the synthetic molecular body onto the bed without releasing the previous activity.

Jemari Shan searched for a remote to dim the room light. Maira recited many prayer stanzas before her sanity dwindled.

"Minni Alaika Mahabbatan. Dear prayer," whispered Shan as he pulled the blanket.

"Bismillahi Allahumma jannibnaa assy- "the utterance is more and more subtle until it continues in the heart.

"Ziiee," said Maira when it was over.

The second raga sweated after a dozen minutes of halal worship for the first time.

"It's really pretty, though," said Shan, removing the hair that was blocking his face and forehead.

Maira blushed, she stroked her husband's face, looked into the eagle's eyeballs and began to draw closer the face to the handsome man.

"Pray, honey," said there was no energy left.

"Legal stamped, Shan Qavi's."

"I'm your whole wife, My Zie."

"Although the memory is still scattered and not yet fully intact, but my heart is sure that it is you who are included in every word listed in my journal book. I don't know why your presence is so embellished is described by a series of ambiguous words. Why don't I mention clearly that I love you."

"The "Knight of Roollies. Indeed my heart is deepest, recognizing an authoritative figure even though our age range is slightly different. However, you are so mature, huh Azizi, Shan Qavi. I should have been very happy. Thank you father, knowing your daughter so well that the decision you made became the source of our happiness."

"Think what?" shan's voice raucously, resisting the drowsiness.

"Zie," Maira answered briefly.

"Why?"

"Thank you that my decision wasn't wrong. He must be difficult when he will take a firm stance for a large family," said Maira, suspecting that he was the cause of the distress of the two parents at that time.

"Hem, hard. Until I tried to convince him but my father firmly wanted to keep the whole family. Do not know jiga, maybe all thanks to the support of abah also abi Amir," added Shan.

"Fate line. May long match and not only in the world yes, Zie," added Maira when preparing to go down to the bathroom.

"Hmm, amy. Let's go and rest, honey. There are still many of our agendas in this country, do not let it not be used well the time that Oma prepared because after this I and you will definitely be very busy," Shan said later.

"Okay, Zie." Princess Naya, following all her husband's words. Devotion to Maira, full service so that you may gain glory, the mind of Maira.

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