ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 88. CONVICTION

It had been a month that Glenn had tried various ways to persuade Fiora to return to him. Starting from spiritual visits to the residence, praying for the girl with sacred rituals, asking the psychiatric doctor to provide counseling to call religious leaders, taking turns to advise her a little firmly on her young lady.

The efforts of the weaker man did not succeed. It was precisely Fiora getting stronger on her stance. Sindy, the assistant often caught the girl crying at the end of the night, not knowing what she was asking.

"Pa, eat yes. Fio Masakin Papa's favorite," his sodor in front of Dad's mouth.

"You're no longer my son."

"Fio will still be Papa's daughter. No one took me. It's just, let me study where I should be in order to devote more to Papa, huh?" please soft Fio.

"God!" Glenn brushed aside.

Prangs. The sound of plates falling on the floor, food splashing everywhere.

Fiora sighed, there was just the father's behavior every time he persuaded. If all his father's efforts had not borne fruit. Perhaps this time, he would use his heart to pressure Fiora to melt.

The young lady picked up all the food on the floor with her hands. Then ask the maid to take a cloth to mop the floor and prepare a meal replacement.

"I'm not going to eat. Until you're converted," Glenn said, turning his back on the princess.

"Fio is the same, still dear Papa whatever my situation will be. I leave Papa's favorite fruit here, yes" eldest daughter nan ayu, out of her father's room.

He headed for the kitchen, wanting to make something that evoked the mood.

"Mba, please make strawberry jam bread as well as the juice," the young master pinta on the maid that is still in the pantry.

Shortly thereafter.

"Strawberry, sweet asem little salty, rame tastes cake alive," puffed Fio when he saw the snack was available at the table.

For a week, Fiora remained patient with her father while working on knitting the bag that Queeny asked for.

Next night.

Glenn's physical condition worsened when Fio was trying to learn a book, now the girl descendant of Tusakti increasingly dare to show identity. From the pale lips of the twilight body it always leaves a sentence that asks for it back.

"Fio's not going anywhere, Pa. Here, daughter Papa," whispered the elder in her father's ear.

"Sir, why learn this? want to come with Mama?" pep Febian the youngest.

"Don't interfere." Fio got up, out of Glenn's room. Leaving the father with a male nurse in the room.

Febian turned around, following Fiora out of the room. He also pulled the girl's arm. "Obviously dong I interfered, Papa this is because of Brother. Try, escape Papa's wishes, don't make him suffer like Mama" he said.

"Febians. You think Mama didn't suffer either? you think my mind is fine seeing Papa like this?" refute Fio a little firmly.

"Well, if you feel pain, let it go! don't make it hard! does this have anything to do with that guy? he's the one that affected? what was promised by him? ... TELL ME!" Febian emotions saw her stubborn sister.

"Sir, you won't understand my heart, that principle is love, half soul, you know that? what do you do when you love someone so much, Feb?"

Bungsu Takakti just kept quiet.

"ANSWER!" jakak Fio was impatient.

"Huh, can't you? because you know the answer. When it is very loving, it is impossible for the body soul to waver only by speech, threats and even compulsion. He will only be withered by the evidence pervasive in reason .. You can prove what I'm going to ask?" challenge Fio.

Febian Alsaki is unmoved.

"Don't bother me!" tepisnya on check the sister.

Georgia's youngest son stared at the departure of his sister. He knew, there was no way to impose his will on that stubborn girl. Just Mama, the cure for all the rigidity of this house, but unfortunately she has passed away leaving a wound in her heart, Glenn also Fiora.

"All because of Mama!" febian got back into his father's room.

The ayu girl then took out her matic motorbike, the savings from every Flyby Craft profit after deducting expenses, charity and salary of employees. His heart is gamang, after the termination of ArthaFlo's employment contract, Flyffy's turnover dropped dramatically. The period of cooperation with Queeny will also end.

Fiora was confused as to how she would completely rid herself of the father if she had to leave later. Kalbinya.

"Allahs. Help Fio, don't let my employees run out of food because Floffy's out of business."

For a moment he wanted to let go of the fatigue. The girl then wore a jacket belonging to Fayyadh who forgot to return when the young man helped her last time on the streets.

"Mas, minjem first yes. Hungry, suddenly want meatballs," he said as he drove the iron horse out of the residence.

For a long time he was looking for a meatball stall that was open at night, but never met. Until unknowingly, he had been around Joglo Ageng.

He also parked the vehicle to the shop. Then order a few servings for him as well as the maids at home.

At a glance in the left corner, an old mother peddled a lot of merchandise. Fio felt tapped and walked up to the woman.

"Mom, what sale?"

"Eh, this is Non. Soap coffee, but homemade no brand yet."

"What the fuck? Fio buy everything, let mom come home, it's night," said the girl pulled out her wallet. Even though he didn't know that all this soap would be.

"Five thousand, this is twenty. Everything?" those twinkling eyes are glazed.

"Yes, everybody. Here's the money, please pack it." Fiora handed him two hundred thousand bills and headed to the meatball stall to pay for the order.

"Mostly, Non. It's the money and the soap. Te rima ka anyway," isak the mother who sells soap.

"Make Mother. Fio in shay Allah is still there. Allah has assured me of my sustenance. And this, for the mother's child at home yes," said Fio handed him two servings of meatballs.

Instead of leaving, the soap seller's mother cried. He said, that the Lord is merciful, he was praying as he continued to ask Allah to do this even though only two soaps could buy rice. Because it has been two days of fasting, while the three children are waiting at home hoping that there is a result to be obtained for dinner this evening.

Hearing the heartbreaking story, Fio shed tears. Without hesitation, the ayu girl hugged the sweat-scented old body in a hug. Heart's pinched.

"Of Fio, God, I'm sorry to doubt you."

"Gusti Allah paid cash, thank you Non." The old mother unceasingly thanked him and went home.

Dhuar.

At once Fio remembered the story of Sayyidina Ali bin Abi Talib when splitting pomegranates for the craving Sayyidah Fatimah and the old beggar on the street. Directly God paid cash through Salman al-Farisi, the friend immediately delivered the harvest of pomegranate to the residence of the daughter of Rosulullah.

"Change." Fio wiped away the trace of tears and rushed towards Joglo Ageng not far from there.

A few moments later.

The two men rush to greet the young Miss at the pendopo ahead of nine p.m., when Kuntara says Fiora is meeting.

"Son Fio, what's wrong?" ask Abah worriedly.

"Fio, coming home in Warni's control, can't argue. Uyut entered yes, sleepy," Danarhadi's message when he found out the cute girl came alone.

Fiora nodded at Danarhadi's message while smiling sweetly. "Matursuwun Uyut."

After the departure of the old. Fio asked Abah about the problem he was facing.

"Convinced by what Nak Fio believes. And keep working. For the sustenance is many paths of arrival. wa yarzuqhu min haitsu la yahtasib, God wills from any path, never to be expected," Abah calms Fiora.

"About Papa, continue to be filial .. If your heart is firm, also Haqqul is sure that God is Most Helper, then keep a good prejudice on Him that all will be well." Wisesa.

Ting. Incoming notifications.

Fio read Aiswa's message. "Alhamdulillah." This girl then sobbed.

"Allah is right with His Word" said Fiora in front of Abah.

"Allahu akbar," Abah was stunned.

"God also paid Fio's cash, Bah. Umma said, there is an official who would like to give souvenirs for the seven months of his grandson by ordering 300 items of my crochet bag, for the next month." Fiora crying haru.

"I just complained in my heart, and I don't know what directed me, suddenly wanted meatballs and got here because along the way the stall was closed, met the mother earlier and stopped by here. Fio is ashamed of God. So beautiful is His way of delivering sustenance to the confident servant" he cried again.

"Alhamdulillah, just discussed. It's night, go home first yes Nduk, delivered Warni, later Papa nyariin," Abah suggested later.

Fio nodded. "Well, is there a place to study for...."

Wisesa was aghast, her lips incessantly uttering takbir. Then he gave an address to the girl. Before long, the ayu girl returned home escorted by Abdialem Joglo Ageng.

"New hope, new life. Bismillah."

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