ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 9. SEE YOU AGAIN

Next Morning.

The breakfast atmosphere is more lively because of the presence of Maira. The ayu girl had already argued with Rey about the two styles of broadcasting while hosting the Radio show.

"Try asking the opinion of Bunda deh Uncle, I am more suitable DJ style than other styles, like PT ya may occasionally need anyway. use Ad Libitum techniques are relaxed, enjoy without a script," maira said when Rey asked him to speak a lot if he brought a radio program owned by Naya.

"I don't understand, PT and DJ what is Kak?" connect Mifyaz.

"Personal Touch, the broadcaster talked a lot about what he discussed, related to insight or the like .. if the DJ is just as necessary, mention the title of the song, the story or the name of the singer, etc, The Deck .. is suitable for my program" Maira told Mifyaz.

"Once in a while try no harm loh Kak, let your skill develop as well. Mother used to be because of the power of kepepet run from Father and family, determined to be a broadcaster even though they do not have basic skills," Naya suggested to her daughter.

"And your voice is dear to Maira, it is melodious, can make the audience traffic flow. Kind of like Mother used to be that .. her voice attracts many fans," Rey argued, in the nod Naya.

"Women's voices aren't aurat, are they Bun?" keep Mifyaz on again.

"Jumhur ulama said that the voice of women is not aurat, Ayaz .. unless it is used for the purpose of maksiat, examples to attract the opposite sex by rowing, seducing, sighing and so on ... or ill-intentioned, inviting desire, lust of any kind whatsoever, punished should not be .. but if on the contrary, impart a science of benefit, do not exaggerate the tone of speech and the style of rhythm, but if otherwise, convey a science of benefit, do not exaggerate the tone of speech and rhythm, that can be," said Naya.

"What about listening to music, Bun? he said hmmm anu, vain deeds according to Luqman letter verse 6," Mifyaz asked the question again.

Mahen smiled at his youngest son's question.

"If the message conveyed in music is good and has religious value, then this is not much different from religious advice and lectures, referring to verse 19 in the same letter."

"Origin is not defamation, slander ... Imam Shafi'i, Imam Malik and Abu Hanifah are critical because it includes futile actions especially if we are complacent to lazy to move."

"Basar al-ashlu fi al-asyaa al ibahah (by). The limit of this rule is as long as the music is not contrary to Islamic law or Sharia .. already understand, Mother's handsome?" naya explained as much as she understood.

"Wuah, Mommy is cool .. I am also going to Eyang right, it turns out to be able to answer with the same outline," Mifyaz nodded increasingly understand.

"Especially the contents of the program Mother on Radio was healing, sholawat, kept the instrument ... I find out first who the composer is, what it means also many other things. No origin, because our goal for Ummat .. well program Brother was, all songs pass playlist contains motivation so that the spirit but easy listening, audible," Mahendra added.

"You two, listen .. we invite sustenance to try to thoyyib, not just halal. The mother is really fussy about Dad, alms are also other so that you eat, no rights others get stuck there," said Mahen, he had to instill this early on, especially on Mifyaz.

Rey and Maira, compact gave a thumbs up. Never doubted the second step his parents keep them even for trivial things.

"About the broadcast ... whichever makes Maira comfortable living," Mahen added, about the debate between Rey and Maira.

"Naaaaahh, you know me best." Maira girang is not a bitch got support from her father.

The breakfast ended after Rey and Mifyaz departed, also coinciding with Adnan entering the residence, waiting for Mahen in the study.

Seeing that his personal assistant had arrived, the still dashing head of the household rose to his feet. Pecking his wife's head before stepping to meet Adnan.

"Honey, after the affair with Om Adnan done. Later we also go to the garden and halfway house," Mahen said to Maira, while then before entering his room.

Maira just nodded, still sitting in the dining room with the Mother.

"Bun, I can't hmmm miara ku-cing," she said in a stammer.

Naya pretended to be surprised, stopping for a moment the activity of tidying up the table after breakfast. Seen as attached to the girl, the heart wants to tease with a serious sharp gaze.

Gaining such a view, Maira's guts shrunk. His head lowered, his seat was not as fast as before. She had to swallow the rest of her favorite peanut butter bread.

One sec. Two seconds. Pause long.

"Hmm can."

Uhuk. Uhuk. Uhuk.

Naya laughs at Maira's panicked face and is shocked to hear her answer. He thrust a glass of drinking water so that peristaltic movements in the girl's esophagus can push food down towards the stomach.

"B-un, dih tega," lamented Maira still with her hands rubbing her chest.

"Sorry, isn't it sick? here the mother of pijitin used to nape Brother," Naya approached, swiping her fingers behind her hijab, massaging quietly there.

"Enak Bun .. again," pinta Maira enjoyed her Mother's massage.

Naya followed the ayu princess' request, reciting sholawat many times from her mouth. Wishing to the Divine, so that the love of His care does not neglect that Allah is the Most All.

"Loh, why Maira. Honey?... Brother, are you sick?“ Mahen had finished with Adnan and re-joined them. Asked Naya, seeing his wife kneeling the nape of the princess.

"Obviously, Maira is spoiled again," added Naya was rewarded with a funny sneer this Mifyaz Brother.

"Om Adnan wants breakfast first yes Maira, if you are sick, do not go ... Mbaak, plates and coffee please," Mahen asked on their ART.

An hour later, after the duha prayer. All residents began to move. Naya with Mega to Queenny's office while the rest leave for the rainy city, Bogor.

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By the afternoon.

Mahendra returns to Jakarta alone with Naya. The eldest daughter was content to play with the foster children she managed since her teens under the auspices of Exona.

Now on the way home, Maira is busy searching for the race cat she wants, through Google.

"Shoot Well, yesterday I missed. Try analyzing my shot later. He said because the wind direction and the position of the body did not balance it," Maira recalled the advice of the handsome young man of middle eastern descent.

"He who?"

"Either, don't know what his name is but cool Well, all three of his friends are on target at the same point, so there's only one hole," amazed Maira.

"OKs. Daddy analysis. Oh yes about last night, young marriage. Maira thought that? he said he wanted an S2, didn't he?" Mahendra carefully asked the girl, turning to her with a cautious heart.

"Said Abi Amir, if there is a male sholeh who comes must be considered. Especially if the community and its religion are good. Not lazy is also full of love," he told the father.

"Hmmm ... How's fayyadh?" lure Mahendra, want to know what Maira's response is.

"Sir Fayyadh, very good indeed. The dream man, let alone his romantic so," Maira blushed, her face blushing.

Mahen smiled knot. "Do you like him, honey?"

"Hmmmm, don't know Well, Brother Fayyadh is too tall for me. He hafiz, handsome, brondong is also calm and independent," amazed Maira mentioned all the advantages of her cousin while chuckling crispy.

"So how?" mahen continued with the rest of the smile earlier, understanding the dilemma of his daughter's heart.

"I don't know, how arent. Even though he had not graduated from college. As far as I know, type Kak Fayyadh is like Umma Aish," said Maira as if tucked away disappointed.

Mahen stroked his daughter's head gently. Switching the conversation about a pet candidate.

"Dad, I'll want this kind of funny huh? cute" proposed Maira shows a picture of one of the Munchkin races.

Mahen got a glimpse of the cat from the device his daughter showed him. He nodded in agreement.

Exciting conversation between father and son, all the things Maira wants to know about strategy, he finally got until without feeling they arrived at the training location.

Shoot Field.

Mahendra breezed in without showing the officer a member card. It's like he's the owner of this area.

"Dad, can you just go in? if I should report first," complained Maira.

Mahen laughing. "Dad confirmed the day before, Maira. Not original, let's take the booth and position," Mahen invited to embrace his daughter.

Both are hilarious. Until Maira directed pis-tol but the shot missed far from the crosshairs.

"Well, this is what your friend said earlier. Your body position is not a gini, honey. But look," Mahen pulled Maira's shoulder, pushed her right leg slightly forward and propped the elbow up for precision. "Try again, strapping," Mahen watched closely.

Dor. Dor. Dor. He tried again.

The viewfinder approached, showing results.

"Yeeaaayyy, can!" the cheers embraced the father.

"His heart, O God. Diliatin the crowd, dear ... You are mistaken sugar baby later," kekeh Mahen, stroking his daughter's head.

"Happy yes, it's finally working" said a man from the next room.

Maira unravels the hug. Look at the sound source. Ayu's face sparkled, while the father only smiled.

"Hi, see you again. Uh, don't get me wrong .. This is my father," Maira was nervous when a strange look was put on her.

"I know, you guys are so close. God willing, the first love of a girl is Dad. Her future husband must be hard to grab attention .. uh, sorry, ignore. I am first yes ... Assalamu'alaikum." As usual, he just walked away.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Lah .. Well, he is. It's not clear but it's cool," Maira's murmur looks upset.

Mahendra tried to remember, match with a photo last night.

"Is that him? but Rey said?" inner Mahen.

"Question yes?... yuk, Mommy just returned home. So we're looking for a cat?" take Mahen to remind.

"So so," Maira enthusiastically packed up, ignoring her father's initial question.

Kusuma, shortly left the location to a petshop that is quite famous for the adoption of quality breed cat puppies.

"Who is he really? ko exercises often, what army boy huh? or the officer might as well be intel, "inner Maira

Thirty minutes later.

"EL---what the hell is that writing?"

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