ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 113. HALAL AFTER

"Fei, sign please" whispered Fayyadh as the two sat side by side receiving a map from Aiswa's hand for Fiora to sign the terms file of the marriage certificate.

After the file is completed in sign. Aiswa hands Fayyadh the Mahar box.

"This is your right, use it for your needs .. gift bil ghoib I letter An-Nur also Muhammad, want to be read now or later?" ask Fayyadh when handing over the dowry box.

"Thank you .. It's up to Mas," replied Fiora softly, looking down in shame.

"Disimpen make alone the gift, let shahdu both explore the meaning of each verse," suggested Aiswa.

"Ehheemm, I'm niye. Feel different yes, called Mas the same wife," gelak Maira accompanied by Athirah also others.

"Obviously different, the cake has a sweetness that way, the sseeerr flows far," kekeh Fayyadh as he rose.

"Let's go ahead, after the sungkeman, later change clothes for thanksgiving in the ballroom," said Aiswa passed first out of the room.

Fayyadh reached out both palms for Fio to grab her, to make it easier for her to get up.

"Cold Fei, I thought I was the only one who was nervous" whispered Fayyadh as Fio stood up, clasping his hands.

"Why Fei?"

"Let you be happy living with me, Feiyaz will be successful or happy. So the generous conclusion will lead to success to happiness," he murmured with a sweet smile, pulling Fiora's fingers out of the room, following the Mother.

"Narcissis ya Mas," Fiora replied softly, her eyes narrowing the sign she was smiling.

"I miss the smile behind it" said Fayyadh as he glanced from the tail of his eyes.

Some of Glenn's relatives greeted both. Sungkeman nan haru started especially when Glenn expressed his happiness.

"Mas, titip Fiora. Lead and guide him to the Lord in a noble degree. Don't be rude to her because Papa was the first person to hug, kissed and loved Fiora first, before you were present to choose, making her your mother."

"When the boat was hit by a storm and hit the reef, holding on to the rope of God, khusyu’ prostrated for guidance, firm together, remain firm against everything. May all that you desire, happiness be born of the afterlife. Aamiin's."

"Fiora, Papa wants to say thank you very much, you are one of the sources of happiness, all this time have been trying to please us. With the blessing and love of God also basmallah of the late Mama, sail you across the ocean of the household with a straight intention, faith, a firm heart," said Glenn steady, although a few clear hairs were present and rumbling accompanied every beautiful sentence for her daughter and daughter-in-law.

The series of events at Glenn's residence was completed at exactly ten.

The family members who will go to the hotel ballroom also increased. The two brides have now changed clothes more luxurious than the marriage contract procession earlier.

Fio wore a navy-colored kebaya with many golden accents. Combined with batik cloth kusumo parang pattern, this time loaned Danarhadi as identity status of the family descendants of the Sultanate. The meaning behind this motive is also suitable for those who always struggle to get the happiness of the afterlife.

"The descendants of Kusuma, must make this motif fabric if married," said Danarhadi gave advice to all the great-grandsons of his descendants.

"Fio, this batik cloth gift from uyut, dipake if present at the formal event keraton yes. All Kusuma women have one and this motif is a special symbol of our big family," Danarhadi message when giving a machete motif batik cloth with a distinctive logo on the front.

Fiora received the great-grandfather's gift with joy. He was not anyone but was received very well by Kusuma.

The journey to the event venue, began to accelerate.

Fiora is surprised by Maira who clings to Shan and calls Fayyadh big brother.

"Abi Amir, your father-in-law, that's my mother's brother. So me and Brother Fayyadh, cousins. And he, my husband is the most everything" Maira chanted as she answered Fio's question on the way.

"O pantesans ... Ma'am Maira, pregnant again?" ask Fio again.

"Alhamdulillah, thanks to her hard work," Maira laughed as she kissed Shan's cheek while driving.

"Oh my goodness, honey. Habit," Shan grumbled at Maira's indifferent attitude. "This was a lever, didn't it hurt, Ai?" he reached out his hand, rubbing his wife's stomach.

"Astaghfirullah, Mahya! show off Shan, show off, "fayyadh timpal then saw their friendly action.

"What's? my husband, yeee. If you want to follow Kak, it is halal. Just don't fore-play here," said Maira again.

"Ai, take care of the oral darling," reprimanded Shan, rubbing his wife's cheek.

"Astaghfirullah, sorry Zie. Okay I'm quiet," Maira replied quickly.

While in the back seat.

"Fei, look here" said Fayyadh.

Fiora turned her head to her right, the girl's left fingers grasped a bouquet of flowers but Fayyadh immediately lifted up.

"Bismillah," Fayyadh opened Fiora's niqab.

C-ups. Young man Kusuma, kissed the wife's soft lips.

For a few seconds Fayyadh did not heed Shan's rant. He closed, enjoying the sensation of chewy objects that felt soft and sweet.

"Udah woyy!" exclaiming Maira.

Pause.

"Got to give the code, it's a sudden push," kekehnya while pulling the niqab Fiora and justifying its position.

"Mas, ish."

"You again?" fayyadh Goda as Fio pinches his arm, but Aiswa's son replies with a friendly kiss on the forehead.

When the traffic lights are red.

Maira leaned her face to the right side, touching Shan's cheek. "Zi."

"Hem," Shan turned his head.

C-ups. They are mutually friendly.

"Oh, you guys, heyyy! the one who married me!" Fayyadh. "Easter!" Fayyadh hits the two with a bouquet of Fiora flowers.

"Awh. Duh." Shan and Maira's voice complained as a result of the flower blow.

"We can do it too, yeee. Don't manasin pregnant women, berabe. You guys are still shy we are used to all over the place, yes Zie," maira joked inviting laughter all the car occupants.

"Maapin my beautiful wife yes, pregnant again hot," Shan laughed again, just as the car drove.

The journey ended ten minutes later. They undergo a grill procession, warm-hearted with the guests and extended family until one o'clock in the afternoon.

The private wedding party Glenn wanted was fulfilled. Large families also one by one began to return to their rooms to rest because tomorrow morning Danarhadi will open house in Joglo Ageng.

The couple began to prepare to go up to their room on the third floor that Shan had prepared.

Biiip.

Fayyadh unlocks their room, letting Fio in first. Ayu woman looks tired, her eyes are also a sign she is sleepy.

"Past Fei and pray together, here I help." Fayyadh approached Fiora who was opening her hijab.

"Hm, I can, Mum."

Fayyadh disengaged his intention, he now only observes his wife's movements, especially when the hijab has opened. Dark brown hair, past the wavy shoulders visible in front of the man.

Floral fragrances pierced Fayyadh's sense of smell, his male instincts leading him to hold his body in front of him. "I helped you open." He unbinds Fio's niqab.

Now the face of ayu as white as milk appears in the reflection of a large mirror. Fayyadh turned Fiora's body to face her. "What I miss, Maa is Allah, mine, only I can see this" whispered Fayyadh, stroking softly Fiora's cheek.

C-ups. This time the two were more intense and deep until Fio broke up.

"Can pray, it's almost out of time," put down Glenn's daughter embarrassed by the gasping breath of their actions.

Fayyadh smiled, sweeping his tracks on Fiora's blushing lips. "Mandi samaan aja, so save time," suggested Fayyadh but in prize Fiora pinch.

While Fiora was bathing, Fayyadh made a status post. She posted a picture of her second hand with a bouquet of flowers. "Only mine."

A few moments later. Both have been the same above the prayer mat, perfecting the last greeting of four rokaat. Fayyadh raised both hands, offering many prayers for his future household. Fiora's aamiin voice became the ultimate of their activities.

Fio was still sitting on the prayer mat, holding the prayer beads of his husband, and reciting there. Suddenly.

Aiswa's son, who had not yet departed from the priest's pulpit, laid down his body until the head was still wet from the water droplets lying on the lap of the wife's two thighs. Fayyadh grabbed Fio's right palm holding the prayer beads, then kissed it as he began chanting An-Nur's letter of wedding gifts to the lover.

"Jazakallah, Mommy." Princess Glenn shed tears despite her unceasing lips as she gently stroked the cheeks of the adoring man.

"Patience with me, dear Fei," whispered Fayyadh interjected by his reading, while kissing both palms of Fiora.

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