ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 93. WHO'S WHO?

Solo airport, landing ahead.

Arwa appeared to be preparing to pack back his belongings before the flight attendant asked passengers to put their seat belts back on.

The woman wearing a robe of coffee chocolate glanced at the friend who was sitting next to her. He was worried about the girl, a little bit of her forehead looking sweaty even though the cabin was air-conditioned. Being a leader is heavy. Must be sincere, gercep is also always fit.

"Arwa, the Anti bi khoyr thing?" ask Shofie. (Are you okay?)

The dark brown girl turned towards the safar friend. "As'uru bissuda'in nasfi, juda wa'an lilalam deed," replied Arwa holding his head. (I'm a migraine, need painkillers)

"Aartah qolylaan washrab sawa'il katsiratan, wasa'ahdur 'iilayk ba'ida al'adwiat fi tariq 'audati, '" said Shofie again, holding tightly Arwa's right fingers. (Rest, drink plenty of water and I'll buy some medicine on the way home)

Beautiful eyes that look squinting, a sign of a smile painted on the face behind the niqab. "Syukron."

Both then fell silent again until the next thirty minutes flight attendants walked down the hallway in each cabin to check if the passengers were safe.

Soon the plane landed perfectly.

The niqab girl whom Nyai sent them to give a parcel to a Hubabah Aminah Al-kahf. Also coordinating with the hired army soldiers, aiming that when the Dzuriyah attended the wedding of the son of the boarding school As-shidqu, comfort and safety were guaranteed, now waiting in the luggage room.

But when the santri ikhwan pick them up, Shofie's travel bag is lost at the airport.

"Shofie, Arwa.." said the santri.

Both girls waved their hands. The three talked for a moment explaining the situation.

"Amti'atun wakhakoibu mafqudah" said Shofie. (My share is gone)

"So adda dulhaqoibi ladaaik?" (How many bags?)

"Tsalatsa," (three)

"Arjieuu ya rifaq fasawf abhath akthur" replied the brother, so they left the man. (You'd better go home, let me find you.)

In the cabins of the airport cabins that will take to the cottage.

"How is this, in there all important contents. Bukhur also. We have difficulty meeting the captain of the Eye-shadow, even the site plan disappears, as well as the identifier requested by them to prepare for the brothers," Shofie lamented.

"Ana briefly scanned the QR on her master plan earlier. Also photographed the name tag of our identifier example," Arwa said, closing his eyes.

"Seriously? why don't you say, Arwa?" shofie exclaims, glee.

"Seriously. Ana is very dizzy and does not know the contents of Anti's suitcase. That's why he was silent," he said slowly.

Shofie is excited, two important things are saved. Gamis he can get from anywhere, Nyai people who are loyal to his favorite services. It is not difficult to get a collection of syar'i.

"After Ana recovers, we will print to the secretariat so that it can be briefed immediately with the brothers who help. Miss Mahya is very friendly, even if you ask to be sent back the floor plan of course he is willing," Arwa suggested.

Both relieved. The image of the laskar akhwat judges sinister immediately faded when he saw Mahya Humaira, in addition to being very ayu, the young woman was warm and friendly especially when explaining the coordination and division of duties, the language is easily understood by the layman.

An hour later.

The two girls arrived at the cottage, reported directly the incident as well as the chronology while in Jakarta to Nyai and then resigned.

Arwa went into her room, took off the hijab as well as the niqab. He then lay on the bed, releasing fatigue because the pulsations are getting bigger in the head.

"Tired."

The girl fell asleep immediately. But just a few minutes later, he was shocked.

"You who? why is it so hard to recognize?"

"Who? who what?" arwa's breath is hunting, her chest is pounding.

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Jakarta.

Walimah event Qavi young couple will be held in a week. Since yesterday Maira still had time to meet some clients, then visited many noble teachers to ask for prayers, and thank him for joining himself through difficult times. Including confirming on Syarifah Aminah Al-kahf for the next two weeks event.

Now he has been at horse racing practice, still trying to perfect the missing pieces of memory.

Angelisbeth's step stopped when her phone rang.

"Yes Zie, I just arrived. Oh, you want some nyusulin?" he replied when Shan asked him to stay there even though he had finished training.

"After going there. Wait, Ai. Don't go anywhere without me" Shan said. Maira is very busy lately, just like her so that their time together is reduced a lot.

"okay."

The Eye-shadow army captain also continued his steps towards one of the stables. He did not expect, he was reunited with Sumayyah.

"Eh, are you here? same El too?" asked the beautiful woman, ready to lead her horse to the runway.

"No. My husband works," answered Maira briefly, he headed for Elizabeth's stable. The female horse immediately greeted cheerfully with a bray, because of her arrival.

Sumayyah was amazed, Elizabeth is a horse that is difficult to cooperate with but why with Maira so easy.

"Can you ride a horse? is learning this just for El's attention first?" cibir Sumayyah again.

Maira flinch, she prepares Elizabeth with the help of Coach who is there. Then prepare to lead the prima donna out of the stables. "You want battle?" challenge Maira quickly.

Glekks.

"Nantangin? don't mess with you, watch out if you're talking to El," he said again.

"Cocky? Ck, Sorry yes. You prepare yourself, afraid that it will cry," replied Maira as she prepared to climb Elizabeth.

Maira started warming up, she kept whispering to her horse, laughing crisply as if she understood the language Elizabeth spoke.

"Don't underestimate Miss Guna, Non," Coach's message when inviting Sumayyah to join Maira.

"Ck, it's normal."

The daughter of a descendant of a high-ranking state official begins the action until the moment the two align themselves in the arena, assisted by several coaches. El arrives, but only silently observes from a distance without the wife's knowledge.

"Let's not be too obvious, he's not worth it" Shan said.

A few minutes later, Sumayyah looked tired even though only half the way from the bet she asked for. While Maira has not seen one drop of sweat wetting her father's face.

"Happy? I'm two rounds ahead with you" whispered Maira approaching Sumayyah still on their horse.

The ayu girl just kept quiet, staring intently at Maira's eyes. His evil intentions arose, he kicked Elizabeth in the stomach until the horse was shocked and in pain, neighing to gallop. Maira was carried away by the flow of the panicked female horse.

"Miss Mahya!" Coach immediately made a rescue.

"Darling!" Shan ran over the arena crossbar.

"Coach, Rollies!" Shan shouted at his coach.

"Huh, Eliza. Relax, calm baby!" peekik Maira tried not to loosen the coke rope.

At the same time he heard Shan's voice, Maira turned to all directions.

"Don't, Zieeee, stop. I can, I can, wait a minute," the beautiful Princess Mahendra shouted preventing Shan from catching up with the Rollies.

Dila's son ignored, swiftly boarded the Rollies and followed his wife because Elizabeth was still blindly.

Thrilling scenery witnessed by Sumayyah from the edge. At first he felt victorious testing Maira's resilience, but soon he was jealous with fear.

The girl was about to run away, but one of the Coach held the door of the arena so that she could not get out.

A few minutes later.

Shan managed to calm Elizabeth down. Looking exhausted in his wife's eyes, a sweat drenched Maira's forehead. The woman hugged Elizabeth by the neck and whispered there.

"I'm sorry, I don't see him screwing you. Still sick? I'll check after you get back in the cage" she whispered softly until Elizabeth calmed down.

Shan who saw his wife's habit just shook his head. "You're in danger too, dear. Not just Eliza," Shan rubbed Maira's head, still on his horse.

The two then walked together towards the edge of the arena, but ignored Sumayyah there.

"El."

"El, I can explain! El," whine Sumayyah.

Shan did not respond, he was angry with her. Not with Maira. The eldest daughter of Naya stopped right beside Sumayyah.

"If you think I hate you, it's wrong, it's just pity because you too quickly decided to give yourself to a man who is clearly not a virgin," said Maira.

"There are always two sides to every story. It looks like your face. Your idiocy looks upset because desire grabs the attention of people's husbands, so what makes it charming if... cheap!"

Sumayyah was furious, her face was flushed red especially seeing Shan raise both arms as he greeted Maira down from the horse.

Ignoring the fury of the resilient woman of the tea shoots, the young couple walked down the bench outside the arena. They're sitting there. Maira was momentarily silent, closing her eyes, just like during counseling.

"Do you remember anything here?" shan's voice softly sounded.

"My future wife."

"Later to guess your husband." A flash of memory when Charity was present.

"Ziee, right here, you give me a phone with green wallpaper, don't you?" maira asked when she opened her eyes.

Shan grabbed his phone from his pants pocket, showing the photo he was referring to. "This, Honey?"

The girl nodded cheerfully. "Yes." Yeah."

"Alhamdulillah, begin to intensely remember ya?" reply Shan was happy.

The Qavi couple will remain there for the next hour.

"Ke Solo, I'm coming with you, Ai. There is no objection. Dad nitip laskar to me, not you and that means I have to jump directly," said Shan seriously.

"Okay Zie, what's your schedule?"

"Customized, our promise to raise all your dreams together Ai. Slowly in shay Allah manifested," Shan said again.

"When am I pregnant, Zie?" Maira's back moody.

"Until God says, you're ready, dear."

"But then you?" worry Maira again.

"What's? ambiguous?"

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