Love For Doctor Nisa

Love Assemblies

The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia

Kenzo is at the palace of prince Fauzan, they are sitting together and discussing business, Kenzo is eager to discuss about the wedding plans with Ayesha, he said, he must immediately justify Ayesha as his wife in order to always be by Ayesha's side to guard and protect her.

Fauzan's seriousness in discussing about Kenzo's unobtrusive work, he needs a good time, Kenzo thinks Fauzan is a crazy guy with a job so doesn't have time to think about a woman in his life.

A bodyguard entered Fauzan's office, saluted him and relayed a message that there were royal palace guards asking Kenzo to go to the king immediately.

Fauzan and Kenzo looked at each other, they did not know why the King called Kenzo to come to the palace.

“Do you dare?” Fauzan smiled and looked towards Kenzo.

“Of course, to get a daughter I must dare to fight on the battlefield.” Kenzo smiled and walked out of the chair.

“Assalamualaikum.” Kenzo said goodbye to Fauzan and followed the guards to the King's Palace.

“Waalaikumsalam.” Fauzan smile.

“If Ayesha has chosen you no one will dare to oppose her decision, even the King and Queen will not be able to change Ayesha's decision.” Fauzan smiled and refocused on his work.

With Kenzo's prayer to step foot into the royal palace and the queen, he did not dare to guess what would happen, if Ayesha is his match, any obstacles and obstacles will still be faced and make Ayesha his life partner.

Kenzo had been in the Palace, the King and Queen had been waiting for Kenzo in the living room, Kenzo said his greetings and saluted.

‘Please sit!” king's Order.

“Thanks.” Kenzo looks at peace in the trial of love from a King who loves and loves his daughter very much.

“Do you love my daughter?” The King stood in front of Kenzo while the Queen sat in her seat watching Kenzo being interrogated.

“Iya.” Kenzo smile.

The queen looked at Kenzo with full investigation, the young man in front of her had managed to snatch the heart of their only puppet princess, she was so curious about the advantages of Kenzo that Ayesha rejected a Brunei Prince.

“Do you know Ayesha is a princess?” The king returned to his seat.

“At first I didn't know.” Kenzo replied politely and calmly.

“Where did you meet?” The king continued to give a lot of questions to Kenzo.

Kenzo answered all the King's questions calmly and honestly with nothing to miss, from the first encounter with Ayesha to this second all recorded clearly and inherent in Kenzo's memory, and the, only one that Kenzo did not say was that he had seen Ayesha's face because, only he and God knew.

“Explain all about yourself!” king's orders and this is the final question for Kenzo.

Kenzo breathed quietly and smiled, telling me about himself who was only an orphan and raised in the boarding school trying to continue to reach the ideals of – ideals by getting a scholarship, and, until he became a successful young entrepreneur and became a donor to the Abi Ramadhan pesantren.

Kenzo companies that always set aside profits to be donated in the way of God so that the Company they live is always a blessing, and the profits multiply.

The King and Queen breathed a sigh of relief, they were well acquainted with Ayesha, who preferred an ordinary man over a prince, a man who tried himself from below and worked hard so as to be successful.

Victory had been in the hands of Kenzo, the King and Queen themselves who would determine the marriage of Ayesha and Kenzo, even Kenzo did not need to spend a penny. Kenzo just needs to sit sweetly to be the Princess's companion.

After exiting the Palace King Kenzo ran madly towards the Mosque, he wanted to thank God for making it easier for him to get an extraordinary woman, Kenzo wanted to shed his happiness in a solemn prostration of gratitude.

Ayesha standing on the balcony of her room, smiling at Kenzo running towards the mosque, Ayesha is happy because there is only one man who has touched her, Kenzo who will be her husband.

The man who loves her from the first moment of meeting and Ayesha will learn to love Kenzo when she becomes her husband.

Azim notices Ayesha looking at Kenzo, the hateful look in her eyes and the unwillingness that the woman she adores and loves so much will belong to someone else.

“Azim, we meet the King now.” The Sultan of Brunei saw the dreamy Azim on the balcony of his room.

“Dad, is there a way to getka Ayesha?” Azim still looked at Ayesha.

“You have been rejected in front of the royal family, what else do you want?” The Sultan sat in a chair facing Azim.

“Ayesha humiliates me in front of that poor man.” Azim clenched his hands.

“Do you know the man?” The Sultan watched his eldest son.

“Kenzo Almenzo, an orphaned man raised in a pesantren and does not know his origins.” Azim smiled.

“If the princess has made a choice no one can change her.” The Sultan got up from his chair and walked towards Azim.

“Forget Ayesha, even though she is your first love.” Sultan patted Azim's shoulder.

“How can I forget the charm Ayesha beauty her attitude and behavior has hypnotized me, making my common sense not work.” Azim took a massage on his nose.

“How can the man make Ayesha choose him?” The Sultan saw Kenzo coming out of the mosque and Ayesha was still on the balcony of her room.

“She has touched Ayesha.” Azim looked at Kenzo hatefully.

“Touch?” Sultan's confused.

“Bringing Ayesha when unconscious due to accident, it was their first meeting, I should have proposed Ayesha a long time ago before they met.” Azim walked towards the chair.

“They were met in a different way, you have to give it up.” The Sultan looked at his son.

“I love Ayesha, I was the first to meet her.” Azim.

“My son, you are a prince, throw away your ego, try to be iklas so that you become a successful leader.” The Sultan patted Azim's shoulders bowed silently.

“If you are an obedient and good servant of God, God willing, God will send a good woman for you, proclaim and give everything to Allah.” The Sultan held Azim's shoulder and hugged him, giving strength to his son who was heartbroken in adulthood.

Man can only pray and try, but God, who will be the final determinant of good and bad, is worthy and not for His servant.

“How was the outcome of today's trial?” Fauzan smile.

“Alhamdulilah, God give ease to myself.” Kenzo sat in front of Fauzan.

“Your luck is amazing, what did you do in life before this?” Fauzan closed the book.

“I don't know.” Kenzo tried to think.

“Get Ayesha only you are lucky plus the blessing of the king and queen so you do not need to spend anything for this marriage.” Fauzan smile.

“Alhamdulilah.” Kenzo smile.

“God is replying to the kindness you have cultivated so far by getting an amazing gift.” Fauzan got up from the chair and patted Kenzo on the shoulder.

“How about you?” Kenzo ventured to his neighbor.

“How is it?” Fauzan sat back in his chair.

“Candidate.” Kenzo smile.

“Ah, never crossed my mind.” Fauzan smiled, he was right – not thinking about his escort woman.

“God will send you the best woman.” Kenzo looked at Fauzan who was not interested in talking about women.

“Aamiin.” Fauzan smile.

“When are you getting married?” Fauzan diverted the conversation.

“If allowed I want to immediately be able to justify Ayesha, even if only with ijab qabul and without party.” Kenzo looked at Fauzan.

“Do you can't wait to have my sister?” Fauzan stared intently at Kenzo.

“I want to keep and protect Ayesha.” Kenzo returned Fauzan's gaze.

“You were right, before there were other men who were reckless to have Ayesha forcibly, no matter how strong women their hearts remained soft and fragile.” Fauzan closed his eyes, the little brother who always stuck spoiled on him would go with his halal lover and leave Fauzan.

Kenzo noticed that Fauzan did not seem to give Ayesha up for him, he understood very well what Fauzan was feeling.

“I will love, love and care for Ayesha as you do.” Kenzo tried to calm Fauzan's heart.

“I believe in you, it's just that I'm going to lose that spoiled, stubborn little girl who always sticks and holds my hand.” Fauzan looked at Ayesha's palace.

“It feels like just yesterday I carried her, it doesn't feel like she has become a mature woman and is getting married soon.” Fauzan felt a happy mix of sadness in his heart.

“You will be my substitute, pamper and love her, Ayesha is a shy and reserved girl but with her intelligence so that it makes her a brave woman.” Fauzan looked into Kenzo's eyes who faithfully listened to Fauzan's outpouring of heart.

Kenzo has captured Fauzan's most beloved sister, the only – sisters that Fauzan has.

Ayesha lay on the bed without using her niqob, she smiled looking at the circular diamond ring on her ring finger, she would perfect her religion with the bond of marriage.

“Ayesha.” The soft voice of a middle-aged woman.

“Mama.” Ayesha got out of bed and hugged her mother.

“Are you ready to get married?” Mama tightened her embrace.

“Insya Allah Ma, Allah has sent the best soul mate to myself.” Ayesha let go of her embrace.

“How are you sure he is the best jodih for you?” Mama holds Ayesha's cheek.

“God has given faith to my heart.” Ayesha smiled pretty, clean white teeth neatly arranged, and one tooth tucked away made Ayesha's smile even sweeter, chin taper with red lips blushing.

“My dear, she is very lucky to get my beautiful daughter.” Mom kissed Ayesha's forehead.

“Ayesha is also lucky to get her.” Ayesha smiles.

“Do you think the man's mama's daughter is handsome?” Mom seduces Ayesha.

“Ma, Ayesha has never noticed Kenzo's face, Ayesha will see it when she is already Ayesha's husband.” Ayesha's face flushed.

“Ah, daughter mama shy.” Mama pinched Ayesha's red blushing cheeks.

“Ma, shame it is human nature.” Ayesha hugged her mother.

“Alright, my dear daughter, mama loves you.” Mama tightened her embrace.

“Ayesha darling Mama.” Ayesha buried her head in the curve of her mother's neck.

The hug, love and affection of a mother can never be replaced with anything, a different warmth filled with comfort.

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