ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 87. WORD OF HEART

"Oh, that. She was beautiful and looked like a match for Mas" said Fio, looking down, then started to step away from the two men.

"I'm not just judging physically" Fayyadh said following the girl who was two steps away from him.

"He's perfect. May Mas be brought closer to the sholihah woman, smooth all world affairs and the afterlife aamiin," replied Fio to give a prayer, turning to the left when Fayyadh managed to align steps.

"Aamiinu. Take care of your health, Fio, tell Abah if you want to travel," pinta the handsome man.

"Why?"

"For me to know, at least to quell excess anxiety. Intense communication with Umma so that you have friends chatting, not harboring all by yourself" said Fayyadh.

Abah noticed the interaction of the two from behind them. Sepuh Kusuma assessed, Fayyadh began to have a tendency for feelings for Fiora. But he restrained himself.

"You pinter Mas, ask Aiswa to marry you and direct Fio to stick in my sholihah son-in-law's heart."

"Hmm ... not Mas's attempt to get Umma to vote for me, right?" ayu girl laughs crisply.

"Eh pede provincial level huh, Dek," elak Fayyadh though his mind assented.

Princess Glenn was still laughing. "I'm self-conscious. My mas is too high to reach, nor are we in line" he said in between laughter.

Abah only smiled faintly, as they entered the elevator towards the fourth floor where Glenn's room was.

"Fio call me, my Mas."

"Hmm, didn't you hear me wrong? he called Dek?uh Fio, don't ge-er, Mas it's not on par with you."

"Mir, your son is starting to spread the charm. Get ready to face the inner turmoil of Fayyadh later, so you can wisely direct your son."

Ting. The iron box door opened.

Fayyadh saw cute accessories from outside the glass window when passing through the mini cafeteria as well as the supply store there. He asked Fio for permission to wait for him for a moment.

Kusuma's man entered the stall, bought some goods there and soon came out with a totebag.

"Buy what, Mas?" abah asked to see the face of his granddaughter sumringah.

"Fruitful hands. Time doesn't bring anything to ca-"

"Continue, teruuusss, Mas," quipped Abah accompanied by the oddity of Fayyadh who followed the steps of the two people in front of him.

Shortly after, they had been in Glenn Tusakti's room.

The middle-aged man lying on top of the cage only smiled faintly to see Kusuma coming to visit.

"Thanks, Mr. Wisesa. Sorry to have been rude a while ago," he said softly to Abah as Sepuh Kusuma sat by Glenn's cage.

The two talked shortly before the prayer temple was given by him. Fayyadh observes from afar, he sits on the arm of a single sofa facing off against the young Miss Takakti.

"Fio, dipake yes."

Fiora, who was holding both hands, to accept Abah's prayer, was surprised when a wooden agarwood bracelet was placed there.

"Honey, cute shape. Make me, Mas?" his eyes brightly turned towards Fayyadh.

Amir's son looked down, unable to accept the sweet smile of this au girl. "I-yes, for you. I've been wearing it, nih" said Fayyadh, pointing at the left wrist covered in a long shirt.

"Hm, next to it tasbih huh? make me a favor?" said Fio looking at the black stone wrapped around there.

"This? my beloved Tasbih was a gift from Umma during the exam and got mumtaz marks in several courses," Fayyadh took off the prayer beads wrapped around his left hand, laying on the table.

"Eh may? this is rubber, right? so limber," whispered Fio when he reached for a handsome man's favorite object.

"Yes. Umma who designed specifically for me. Use it well, Fio, that thing has been with me for two years" he looked down.

Fiora tightly grasped the two objects given by young man Kusuma. Her lips curled up sholawat.

"Eh, he memorized? since when?"

Fayyadh heard a voice that was almost imprinted in the air. Abah then patted Fayyadh on the shoulder to leave.

Aiswa's eldest son, approached Glenn's bed. Grabbing his right staircase and kissing the reverence. "Get healthy again, big sir. I'm picking Fio. May you and your family be guarded by Allah, Aamiin," Fayyadh prayer flows sincerely for him.

Glenn did not expect that Kusuma was still soft after the incident some time ago. He closed his eyelids and nodded faintly at the crown prince Danarhadi.

"Thanks, Mas Fayyadh," Glenn let the two go.

Fio escorted Kusuma to the front of the room, he stood on the doorstep.

"Here, stick it on the phone."

"What is this, the lamp?"

"Yes. If there was a similar lamp nearby, he would blink. Nih kayak gini, said the seller was again trending," kekeh Fayyadh close his phone to the lamp decoration in the hands of Fio, he felt silly but wanted to do it.

"Will not blink later, because Mas is far, not here right," said Fio laughing.

"Come on." Abah pulled his grandson's arm.

"Just wear it. See you Fio," said Fayyadh as his arm was forcibly pulled by his grandfather.

"Hem, be careful on Mas's path," Fio waved his hand. Take off the man's departure.

Occasionally Fayyadh still turned to the owner of the Flyfy Craft who had not closed the door and the same was staring at him, until the view of the two people blocked the elevator pillar.

"There's Zaynah waiting for your answer, Mas" Abah reminded as he entered the elevator.

"Don't until when you do worship, it's just a demand. If your istikharah is just that, mending do not need," said Abah. Understand that her grandson is upset.

"I know, I sincerely worship the Maring Gusti Allah not because of ngarep or even ask things according to the will" said Fayyadh, his finger playing the bracelet he just wore.

...***...

One month later.

After meeting with Zainal, Abah rebukes Hariri about Fayyadh's submission to his best friend.

It turns out that Hariri did not know that Zainal was an old friend of the besan. He also said that Zaynah was the second daughter of the man's third wife. Wisesa was aghast, but after Amir's in-laws explained Zaynah's mother's position, Abah understood.

"Oh his first wife died, his second wife divorced and now with Zaynah's mother. Quickly, why is his son as my grandson," said Abah.

The two then plan when the schedule for nadzor because Fayyadh will return to Indo during the quarterly break.

...*...

Orchid, it's noon.

After almost a full month young couple Qavi ventured on the European continent and had stopped by Dubai, now both arrive in Indonesia.

The pile of work had been waiting for Shan. Tomorrow he has to go to work to catch up on the material for the students, including serving his pet shop clinic patients.

Biiip.

"Assalamu'alaikum .. brother came home, Ajmiiiiiiii," cried his sister Maira kangen.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ayaz hasn't come home yet" his parents voice from the living room.

"Ayaaah," Maira ran towards her father, she cried.

"Why brother? just got home like this?" mahen hugged his daughter, she missed.

"Shan's? Son, why Maira?" naya asked when she saw Shan pulling two of their suitcases.

"Eh, Ai. Baby, why?" asked Ezra's son to see his wife sobbing.

"He's...." Maira pointed at Shan. While designated, confusion.

"Explain Shan, why?" Mahen looked towards the daughter-in-law.

"I don't understand, Ai was fine even spoiled even with me," honestly with a plain face.

Naya could not help but smile at Shan's guilty face.

"Maira, explain!" Naya this time rebuked the princess.

Breathing deeply, Maira began to speak. "I once said that I wanted to have a husband like Dad in order to be able to indulge and accept my childishness. Zie even treat me more than Dad," he said wiping away tears.

As soon as Naya is bullied, she shakes Maira's head. "Spoiled base. Mommy thinks why, come on Maira, look at Shan's face!"

"Oh, it hurts Bun.." lamented the princess holding her head.

Mahendra chuckles crisply. "Shan's already fired, afraid Daddy's angry because it makes you cry, dear. Look at him, I'm sorry, "the middle-aged man pointed towards where Shan was standing.

"Zie, sorry .. ngeprank," Maira cengesan looked at her husband.

"Hormat, make a heart sport. I went up first, Ai, get this done." Shan sighed, then lifted their luggage towards the second floor.

"Zie?" ask Naya and Mahen together.

"My dear call to Brother," said Maira following Shan while running.

"Ziiieeeee...."

Shan. "Don't run! Astaghfirullah .. watch out for falls, dear!" the son of Dila caught the body of his wife who ran into the embrace. He was as strong as his strength to hold the weight of the body so as not to fall from the top of the stairs.

"Maira!" Mahen was hysterical about his daughter's behavior.

"Safe Well, safe," said Shan, holding his wife's slender waist.

"Tarzan's son was just like his mother" Mahen quipped for Naya.

Uhuk. Uhuk.

...*...

Meanwhile, In Solo. At the same time.

Glenn Tusakti did not improve after a month of intensive care. Moreover, he saw a significant change in his daughter, making Glenn mentally hit.

"Pa's."

"Go!"

"No, before Papa was healthy," said the young lady, the owner of the Floffy Craft.

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