ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 85. ANOTHER WAY

The day after tomorrow.

Fayyadh has just landed and now the handsome man is waiting to fly back on a local transit flight to Solo.

While at the residence of Takakti.

Since yesterday, after Fiora's pickup at Kenanga boarding house. Glenn did not invite him to talk and even locked his daughter like Rapunzel in the luxurious room of the Tusakti residence.

Glenn also shifted the concentration of his youngest son so as not to look for the figure of the Big Brother by saying that Fio moved residence.

The pressure experienced by the family, making Glenn did not pay attention to the diet due to stress hit. On the second day of Fiora's captivity, the great master is found unconscious in the bathroom by his assistant.

Feeling the need for help in decision-making, the maids were forced to unlock the door of the young lady's room.

Fio panic. He took his father to the nearest hospital. In a semi-conscious state while on the way, Glenn was rummaging. "Give Fio back to me" said the owner of the educational institution.

Three hours later, Fiora accompanied her father in the VIP room of Kencana Biru Hospital. But the consciousness of the middle-aged man was not present.

"Papa. I will remain firm in my stand. Allow it," he cried softly at the side of the father's bed.

He decides to stay at the hospital, although Sindy and Aldo offer to take turns to look after the employer.

Until the night before, Fiora was still loyal to her father. His lips were soaked by the sholawat that he had just managed to memorize because he felt calm and peace.

"Cho."

"Pa, where's the pain?"

"This. Hearts. " Glenn pointed towards his heart.

"It's good, Pa. I stay here, fighting also needs a healthy body. Because if Papa believes in persuading me by force or any means to soften, I remain firm. Nobody took me away from Papa" said Fio with a sweet smile.

"Eat first a little yes Pa, I bribe," he said again, while taking a lu-mat dish for the father.

Glenn was silent. Not responding, he chose to close his eyes again.

Throughout the night Fio was awake, worried about the safety of the father who often complained of tightness. Until dawn, he remembered that this was the time of mustajab to pray.

Fio headed for the bathroom, he began to practice ablution. Her tears were dripping, her fingers and slender body were trembling finely.

"Bismillah, guide me to Robb."

The precious moments passed by the girl of Tusakti only with God whom she believes in. Until the dawn adhan echoed faintly through the air resuscitating Fio from his long prayer.

"Umma."

I have to call Umma. Fio rushes to find the phone he's been charging since last night, looking for female contact sholihah.

Tuout.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Umma."

"Wa'alaikum, Fio why?" said Aiswa who heard a discordant voice.

There was the sound of Fiora's cries being held back.

"Um-maa, doain Papa yes to be healthy again. He had a mild heart attack, consciousness had not fully recovered. Um-maa, what if I have to choose?"

"Innalillahi, may soon be healthy again, Papa Fio .. The child's obligation to the parents remains the same Fio, devoted to them except for the business that Fio believes in. As long as they are alive interact with courtesy, good manners and noble behavior,” said Aiswa.

"If by Fio's intention of choosing between Papa and one principle of life, the two cannot be separated, dear. Whatever it is, show that what Fio learns and believes teaches about beauty is also good. Yes dear," added Amirzain's wife.

Fiora nodded, although Aiswa could not see the response. "iya Um-maa. Syukron," replied Fio.

Aiswa was stunned for a moment. A few seconds his voice disappeared. "Myself, Fiora. Don't forget to eat, rest and keep praying to God" Aiswa advised.

"Regarding business, Umma still wants to continue cooperation with me right?"

"Sure dong, Fio. There's no problem with Flyffy, right? why ask that?" Aiswa has not known the termination of cooperation between Kusuma.

"Papa wan performance. Break up with Arthaflo. Umma, many say that you should avoid people like us for slandering your Lord as well as Rosulullah. Why is Umma not like them?" search Fiora.

"Rosululloh does business with people outside our religion. If in the belief of Umma, embodied in the hadiths of bukhari and muslim. About the Prophet who bought food from the Jews by mortgaging war clothes or renting land for cultivation and the crops were divided in two with the Jews, as well as many other examples."

"Umma's teaching also forbids us to do dzolim against others, whatever the muamalah. Can this answer calm Fio?" ask Aiswa.

Fiora sobbing. "Yeah. Thank God, I-I'm relieved."

Softly entwined chatter is like a girl's conversation with her mother. Aiswa prayed a lot for the eldest daughter of Takakti to be strong to support themselves during the precarious situation.

...***...

By noon.

Abah knocks on Fayyadh's room door to get his granddaughter ready to visit Afra at Kencana Biru hospital.

Geck. Geck.

"Mas. Dear Umma, let's get up. He said he wanted to join Afra's side," Abah said unceasingly knocking on the door.

"Be-iiikk, he em, take a bath first," Fayyadh's voice was still in sleepy fashion.

Young man Kusuma rushed to prepare until thirty minutes later he was neat.

"Maa is Allah, very handsome. Who the hell do you want to meet? suspect it." anyway."

"Where are the seeds if this," said Fayyadh, writhing the grandfather's arm to get into the car immediately to stop teasing him.

"Mas. Mas. Mas." Danarhadi's voice called out to Fayyadh. He ran small chasing his great-grandson.

"Beiiikk, Uyut. Don't run," Fayyadh turned around, welcoming his great-grandfather.

"Greetings to the beautiful Fio yes" Danarhadi said with a fluffy smile.

"You look at Afra, Afra Yut, not Fio. I'm old Yut, grim whines every look of a beautiful woman," replied Fayyadh leaving his fussy.

"Pipi Fio gemesin Mas," kekeh Danarhadi exclaimed despite being ignored Fayyadh.

...*...

Kencana Biru Hospital.

Upon entering the lobby and asking Afra Arundati's room for information staff, Abah suddenly reprimanded someone.

"Ahmad Zaid," a man's voice. (another name Wisesa)

Abah looked over, looking for the source of the call. His old Netra shone when he saw the figure he admired.

"Maa by Allah. Yai Zain, kaifa haaluk?" greeting Abah to the old friend. (how are you?)

"Ana bi khoirin. How do you happen to meet here, who?" ask him still holding each other's arms. (i'm good, thank God)

"Good-grandson. It's looking at Ana's little friend's daughter here. Antum too?" reply Grandpa Fayyadh.

"Yes. Distant relatives have not seen each other for a long time. This just take delivery, understand Ana already so much forget her," kekeh Zainal.

Abah introduced Fayyadh who had been silent. "This is my grandson, Fayyadh," Abah introduced the two.

"Ana Fayyadh, Yai." Aiswa's son grabbed Zainal's palm for salim.

"Well, this is Hariri Salim's grandson" Zainal guessed when he saw Fayyadh.

"Antum knows? where from? antum's son is on campus with Ana's grandson?" cecar Abah, curious because Fayyadh never established relationships with people outside his environment.

Zainal. While Abah is confused, Fayyadh suspects something.

"Don't."

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