Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
chapter 9

After studying Safa did not go home immediately the girl had the intention to visit one of the hospitals in the Koja area, North Jakarta. Today, the parents of his college friends reported that his daughter had an accident. Be He come to see them all. Mumpung is still in the Islamic center area which is located not far from the hospital.

The girl carried the speed of her second wheeled vehicle slowly. Down the road in a beautiful and neat Islamic park, approaching a large fence guarded by a parking attendant.

However, he had just come out of the mosque area. A riot happened. Two groups of young people in high school uniforms with sajam gathered.

They did not just scream with harsh words. But the hands of the students moved ferociously, throwing stones or anything as a weapon to attack each other.

People who had been relaxed enjoying their daylight hours, also immediately panicked scattered. The street vendors who are serving buyers also, immediately run down the ridge, fearing also hit by sharp objects or stone throwing.

Young people in the style of warlords who are ready to die continue to run and attack anyone around them. Indiscriminately, he's a citizen or an enemy of his brawl.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim." Safa jerks. Body shrinks. Her beautiful face was now shrouded in panic. Look at those young faces.

He himself was confused about where to run. Look back. Some people began to re-enter the mosque area to take shelter. While several others flocked to close the mosque's large gate so that the children were not included.

Someone else exclaimed. "Run, Ma! Don't be quiet!"

Safa tried to turn her bike to the right. But a large rock floated and hit the side body of the motor until it collapsed.

"Yahoo! Astaghfirullah.., Achaghfirullah.., O Allah! Allah Akbar....." The girl in the hijab no longer cared about her bike. He then ran for cover amid two groups of young men who were attacking each other.

"Oh my God, protect me." He doesn't know where to hide. Until finally decided to approach one of the support carts and hide behind it. Because the gates of the mosque are closed.

He just squatted down to hide. From a very far angle. He saw a woman whose age was no longer young seemed to be trapped in the crowd. Moreover, police with large black cars came while disbanding them using water Cannon.

The situation is getting less conducive. The young men who had looked like war heroes, immediately in a mess to save themselves from the pursuit of the apparatus.

"Oh Allah." Safa was eager to help him. However, the limp leg seemed to hold him back to get up. He was very afraid to get closer. Until the bodies of the mothers fell because they were hit by some people who ran without direction. "Astaghfirullah, I have to help him."

Safa got up while hugging her bag. Gather all the guts he had to save the mother. Spraying strong water leads here and there. Safa only miserably and continued to run towards the mother who looked limp almost trampled.

"Mother! Wake up..., Let's get up! We're getting out of here." The girl grabs the woman's arm and breaks it. Although the condition is still very chaotic, Safa tried hard to stay away while carrying the woman she did not know was aimless.

He saw that the gate of the mosque was still closed. He kept walking and looking for another shelter.

"Already! Enough is enough, I'm not strong anymore."

"Oh my God, Mom. In a moment. It's not safe here." Safa kept wiping it until one of the alleys was a little quiet.

The crowds were crammed, faintly starting to disappear. It has gone far enough. Without caring about the motor matic that he just lives there. The most important thing is to save their lives first. That's more primary.

The shady-faced girl turned her head to the right and left looking for the right place to sit. Until there is a grocery store, he also smiled thinly.

"Come, Mom. A little bit more, we're resting over there."

The woman looked down weakly. Then nod. The stronger it held onto Safa's arm.

"here, Mom. Sit down first." Safa helped him to sit down, after which he walked in more to meet the seller. "Sir, buy two mineral waters."

"Cold or ordinary, Neng?" Ask the merchant.

"What an ordinary thing," he answered while huffing.

"Here, please."

"How, Sir?"

"Eight thousand only," he answered while observing the two women in slightly dirty clothes. After receiving ten thousand from Safa. The man came in to get the change.

"Mom, drink first, yeah."

"Thank you, son." The middle-aged woman received a bottle of water that Safa had opened the lid. After that drink it.

"Mom's fine, right?" Safa asked after drinking her water.

"I'm doing fine. It was short of breath. But now it's not so."

"Alhamdulillah, then, ma'am." Safa smiled faintly back to drinking the water in her own bottle. The shop owner came back and gave me change.

"Where's your mother from? Did something happen?"

"We ran away to save ourselves, sir. In Islamic there are two groups of students who brawl."

"Yes Allah. So you're walking from Islamic here?" He asked who was answered by Safa's nod of the head.

"We're taking a break first, sir."

"By, Neng. Please. No papa Mamang mah. inshaAllah here is safe."

"Thank you, sir."

"Together." Look again at the two of them. "Do you guys need red medicine or something? There are some wounds."

"If I have no injuries. But, mother? May I know if there is a wound."

"No need. No papa. I don't think anyone was hurt, though."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah." The middle-aged woman smiled.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Thank you." Safa answered softly. The man who owns the shop came back in.

"Thank you, son. I almost died trying to step on people."

"Together, Mom. It just so happened that I was close to my mother."

"What are you called?" Ask the mother.

"I'm Safa, Mom. Baitus Safa."

"Owh, MashaAllah. What a good name. I am Ayattul Khasanah's Mother. It's nice to meet good people like you."

"MashaAllah, tabarakallah. Ayattul's mother..."

"If you may know, are you married?"

Safa smiled, then shook her head. "Not yet, Mom."

"really?" His face glittered when he heard that answer.

"Yes, Mom."

"What good luck would you know? Sorry I just met but I've asked a lot."

"No papa, Mom. I am twenty-eight years old. It's old me, hehehe."

"No, that's still young. That old man when he's mom's age."

Safa smiled faintly in response. "Who's mom here?"

"It was the same driver. But he I told him to go home first because there was something to take. While I was studying my friend, Ustadzah Siti earlier. After finishing my studies, I had the intention to go for a walk first. Remembering the youth here. The driver has not come yet" he said with a laugh. The smile that Safa responded to. "Eh, it's not nostalgia, it's stuck in a mess."

"Owalah.., but thank God mom is not papa. I also run out of studies, Mom. Just want to go home and meet the two groups of students."

"Students are now spooky, yes."

"so. But not all, Mom. There are still a lot of good kids."

"You're right.... Emmm, by the way, do you often take part in studies like this?"

"Thank God, not often, Mom. But yes, if leisure must be sped."

"Well, rarely, there are young people who want to go to school."

"Not really, Mom. A lot of people are younger than me." The two laughed, starting to enjoy this chat until a while before the ringing of the mother's phone cut off their conversation.

"Inter, huh? Good thing my bag is still safe," he muttered as he reached into the contents of his bag taking a mobile phone.

The woman spoke for a while before turning off her phone.

"Alhamdulillah, my driver's phone. He was worried. But it's the way here now."

"Thank God, then."

"If it's Safa, who's here?"

"By yourself, Mom."

"What's okay?"

"motorized. I just stayed there on the bike."

"Oh my God, we'll see each other later, okay?"

"No, Mom. Let me go there myself."

Not long after a white car entered the alley and stopped in front of the stall.

"That's mom's driver?"

"Yes right" he answered waiting for the car to stop and a man to get out.

"Mother isn't papa?"

"No papa, sir."

"Sorry, Mom. I'm late for it."

"No papa, I'm already in a safe position, because of this Mbak." Ms. Ayattul turned to look at Safa with a smile. "Safa's coming with me, yeah. Let us take you."

"Thank you, Mom. But I'm going to do it myself. Better mom go home. Because I'm afraid there's a wound to be treated."

"But I'm not papa, loh. I'll take you, okay?"

"Alright, but only in the Islamic front, ma'am. My bike's in there."

"Yes. Come on in, son." Ms. Ayattul looks happy she holds Safa's arm and invites her into the car.