ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 1. LASKAR EYE - SHADOW

PROLOGUES

Kusuma, one of the noble family clans of Solo. In the second generation of the Danarhadi breed, the quality of the adab of its descendants changed drastically, very religious as well as more polite.

Changes in the style of the students and the tatar manners in the stretcher, impact on the image of the Kusuma family to be better.

Awarded a beautiful look charming and graceful, also the good looks of the sky header does not make the great-grandson of the descendants of Kusuma from the Danarhadi nasab line into the person of ujub and zuhud, despite the abundant wealth assets.

This is the love story of the third generation of Kusuma descendants. Will the firmness of the aqidah handed down by its predecessor still be able to resist the temptations of the world.

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Jakarta.

No one could have guessed that that afternoon there would be a huge commotion around Senayan.

Demo students who are predicted to walk peacefully also turned violent because ridden by the intruders so that the issue to trigger violence ranted, sending public hatred against the ruler. Crowds that flocked, brutally racing as if the strongest to dominant self control some important points in the capital.

Mahya Humaira, a 23-year-old ayu girl in charge of guarding the safety of a teacher, Ustadzah Aminah Al-Kahf. In a special press study of the press in the PRJ building located around the Senayan area.

As the temperature of the demonstrators' emotions began to recede. Maira is how she was called, embarking on an evacuation mission for the show's entourage.

Without being stunned by the girl, when the car accompaniment of the preachers crossed the extreme region, the speed of their four wheels in the leg of a crowd. Feeling that he had a share also a big responsibility that his father bestowed, Maira went down with three escorts.

There was tension there, but the princess Mahendra Guna was undaunted. He offers an option so that the group can cross freely.

Just as a peace deal had been struck, another mob fury from the left flank broke through the alternate path Maira was using at the moment.

Gunfights, rubber bullets as well as tear gas throws by security personnel were inevitable. Quickly, the captain commanded that the drivers retreat as far as they could reach.

Gripping atmosphere. There was a shrieking sound from inside the car. "Allahu akbar!" Maira's three escorts, trying to help the two camps to return to calm. Ignoring the code that many civilians are there.

Suddenly. "Maira, lookout!" shouted one of the akhwat.

"Captain!" the voice of the other partner.

Glatraaakkk. Wuuusshhhzzzwzhi.

A tear gas throw is right next to Maira who is taking shelter. The slender hand also covered the security protective mask attached to the face while avoiding.

The captain's body squeezed, he had inhaled the poisonous air around him earlier. Liquids of tear gas penetrate the mask worn.

Cold sweat poured out from behind the mask-covered hijab, mixed with tears through the netra, sore. Ayu Maira pias's face, did not deny that great fear was present for a moment.

"Capt, is it okay?" ask the third.

"What's wrong .. yuk, back off slowly and then turn a block down a narrow path according to plan C evacuation maps. GO ... GO...." Maira raised her right index finger high, twisting three times in the air, signaling that the soldier she was leading was turning around.

Feeling the need to calm the teacher, the captain approached the first car. He asked the driver to lower the glass of the middle door. "Ustadzah, afwan. Ana tries to find a safe way, please pray that the evacuation will not last long. In shay'a Allah can get out of this path, even if you have to rotate one block," said Maira as calmly as possible so that the teacher does not worry.

"Yes Kheir, Maira. Only God, the best owner of the plan is also the breaker of destiny. Be careful, my prayers are always with me. Jazakillah kheir Maira," said the teacher stroking Mahya Humaira's cheeks gently.

The mission continued. His microphone connected to Mahendra's assistant is on the air. "Miss, you have fifteen minutes on plan C. Quickly," Adnan's voice led the amateur captain.

"Gotcha ... thanks," Maira hurried back. He ran along with his partner, starting to grab the pis-tol from behind the back vest.

Thanks to the swift action, they escaped the rage of the masses. The end of the highway is already visible, the newspaper with advanced equipment by Mahendra began to go down to escort the third car out of there.

"Alhamdulillah, the road," said Maira instructed both drivers to go immediately.

He and his three core comrades were still waiting for one car left behind.

Dor. Dor. Dor.

Duumm.

"Come on, come on." Maira was worried, the sound of unrest was getting closer.

"He was groggy Mai, the new driver like him, was afraid of being very sremped even though the situation was precarious," complained the second colleague to Maira, when he saw the car trying to pass through an alley that only fit one vehicle.

"We did it!" maira assured herself.

"Trabaaaass!" the third screamed.

"May ... Mai see, mepet Mai," he patted on Maira's right arm, one by one the protesters began to come.

"Goooooooo," Maira's voice, relieved when the third car escaped and was already speeding away from the location. The four young female warriors ran in with the masses, it was impossible to stop the vehicle just now like this. Let them control while running.

"Mairaaaaaaa, watch out!" third akhwat voice. The woman's body hit Maira who was evacuating the student because she fell and stepped on by the crowd.

Brugh. Booms.

"Yinyaaaaaa!" second colleague, Anis exclaimed.

"Khadijaaahhh! Captain!" elma's turn shouted no less loudly when the two colleagues collapsed beside the student's body.

The captain's two escorts pulled the three bodies lying on the highway. Withstanding the sobs, they evacuated the two comrades. Hiding to the side of the walls of the people's house.

Rubber bullets still fluttering. What a situation between life and death. Before long, security came, and medical personnel helped them.

"Identity?" shouted a policeman who approached them while holding a long barrel gun.

"We're bodyguards from Eye-Shadow, on an escort mission for a teacher and caught in riot gear" said Maira's second colleague, showing the identity bracelet.

"Ok, evacuate them" the commander told his men.

"Report Commander, captain and one colleague were wounded. We were evacuated by security personnel. Ustadzah's entourage has escaped the red zone." The second, Anis, reported to Adnan via a microphone on Maira's jacket.

While elsewhere.

Mahendra remained silent, hearing Anis' voice reporting that her daughter was injured. He had expected this to happen someday. And now, his heart must be ready.

"Boss," Adnan looked at the leader.

"Don't tell Naya. I will see my daughter" Mahendra said, exiting the command room to the demo point and evacuating the victims.

"Boss, I'm coming." Adnan carried his homemade mini gun, tucked it at the end of his pants while following the leader's steps.

"Maira, don't get hurt bad, honey. You are the second love of Father after Mother," said Mahendra Guna while opening the car door handle.

A hard hour to break.

The two men finally arrived at the hospital where Maira received medical treatment. Seen in the distance, the two Eye-Shadow comrades hugged each other tightly, they cried hysterically.

"What's this about? where's my daughter?" mahendra asked as he approached his army.

"Boss, kap-ten..," isak Anis could not continue his sentence.

"Maira why? Don't tell me that my daughter," Mahendra murmured, a thought of bad thoughts burst into his mind at once. The shadow lost Maira, becoming a disaster that he had to bear.

"WHERE'S MAIRA!" adnan's turn to scream. He, who educated Maira to be adept at locking and aiming at targets using pis-tol. He must have felt devastated if the ayu girl was injured.

"Mai-ras. She..," said Elma.

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