Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
The extra part 3

After teaching, Safa rushed to her parents' house to take an order for clothes belonging to some fellow teachers.

Since there were one or two people who left stitches on Safa, other teachers were interested in the results of Aida's mother's stitches. Which is good and neat. So they often ask for help Safa or maybe ask for the address of her parents directly.

A greeting was echoed before the hijab-wearing woman stepped on her feet in the doorway. As there was no answer but the glass door bearing the AIDA Tailor opened. Safa then walked into a room measuring 11.15 square meters filled with sewing tools, rolls of materials, and ready-to-wear clothes hanging.

"Mom?" Call him as he goes room by room. Soon his steps stopped when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Yes!" A woman with a slender stature turned up from the top of the stairs. "You, Fa...? Who do you think."

The woman waiting below only smiled after saying a follow-up greeting.

"Tok can mom on top but mom's workplace door is wide open."

"It's closing too, really. Last time I looked at Dad for a moment. Now take some food, 'cause she's suddenly not feeling well."

"Dad sick?" safa asked suddenly worried.

"Yes that's. After returning home from Pade Irsyad suddenly had a fever. Now curled up in bed."

"Emmm, yes Safa tried to see Dad first. That's please, Mom. Safa temen order in ready, yes. Safa will bring them."

"Iya–" Aida nodded while Safa directly continued her steps up the stairs.

Arriving at the door. He saw a middle-aged man sleeping on his side while his whole body was covered with a blanket except his face.

"Assalamualaikum, Dad." Safa knocked slowly on the open door.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Ulum opened his eyes, and found his eldest daughter had already stepped in. "You coming, son? Same Arifin? Where's aina?"

"Aina's not coming, Dad. Safa dateng himself after fussing," he replied as he threw his buttocks on the surface of the mattress.

"You've only been home till this afternoon?" He asked softly, while issuing a hand to welcome his daughter's hand. Then the clear-eyed woman touched her father's forehead, checking the temperature was really hot.

"Actually from earlier. But I was taken for a while to see the headmaster who had foot surgery." The woman in the uniform changed positions. Slowly massaging his father's feet. "Qadarullahnya just want to go home, on the road Safa motorcycle tires even leaked. Then, nambal first. If you do not want to take a temen shirt, maybe Safa went straight home. But, instead I'm with Daddy sick."

The man with the thin beard who started to appear gray smiled faintly.

"Dad you been on medication? Daddy's body is hot."

"Dad just got in the wind, Fa. Usually, it has begun to age so often it hurts."

"Eat him don't get sapped. I just got home, didn't I?"

"Daddy just stopped by for a minute from your Pade house."

Safa mangosteen, both hands are still moving massaging his father's legs covered in blankets.

"Your father, it hurts not from tiredness, Fa."

Aida who entered with a tray of food suddenly nimbrung. Kontan, the two pairs of eyes immediately turned to him who was walking towards them.

"Your father is sick, because of stress. Lots of thoughts," he continued.

"Many thoughts? Is Dad in trouble again?" Safa asked before turning her gaze again at the man who was just silent.

"Mother, what the hell, by the way?" Protesting, closing his eyes. As for Aida just chuckling, her one hand was fiddling with a plate filled with rice, tofu, and tempe bacem. Move it up the lap.

"Daddy's disease, what does it mean."

"Not to be horrified, Fa."

"The fact is that." Aida chimed in with her laughter. "You should know, a few days ago the family of his candidate Qonni came. And they asked for his wedding month."

"Made forward?" Safa's forehead frowned.

"Yes! not for another two months. That's what stress your dad out. He's not sincere, Qonni's married."

"Yes Allah.., Ayah–" Safa smiled faintly. As for Ulum only the head bobbles.

"When you're rich you want to get married. Dad was sick too. And as for Qonniah, his power was more devastating for your father." Aida laughs.

"MashaAllah, Father...., the child wants to get married and get hit?"

"Who is hit. Love making it up to your mom." His lips suddenly pursed, while his two hands crossed, while closing his eyes.

"No need to admit him. That's the biggest reason why I asked Aaron to wait patiently for Qonniah to spend a year?"

"Really, Dad?" Ask Safa.

"No. I just want Qonniah to enjoy his girlhood. His name is marriage, the longest service. He must mature himself. People still like to sleep in kelonins, really."

Aida advanced her lower lip while glancing at Safa. The woman in front of him also chuckled.

"today your father came to Pade Irsyad for an opinion. Uh, it's spray."

"What spray? Who's got spray?" Reopening his eyes.

"That's what Dad said, that Mas Irsyad had reprimanded Dad who asked for a year?"

"Non't the negur." Ulum suddenly got up, changed his position to sit down. "Sorry, why it should be delayed. Because marriage has to be arranged. Both of them like each other."

"It's the same thing, to? Reprimanded.." God while poking the chin that bearded.

"Different, Mom." The man pointed his own mouth. Code request in bribe. "The rice on the bench continues, it will be cold, again...!"

"Halaaach, yahoo!" The middle-aged woman by her side directly dipped the spinach veggie from another bowl, before being fed to her husband's mouth. "Boy, to?"

"Sofer, Mom. A lot of here, just as much of it."

"Let's go, Mbah Akung," his god who was greeted by Ulum's cynical gaze. Aida laughed with satisfaction

Safa smiled, happy to see the promise of the Father when he was sick. For a moment he glanced at the watch that had shown at five in the afternoon over fifteen minutes.

"I'm out first, Dad. Want to know Bang Arif."

"Yes, if only Aina could come here. Kangen's father wants to hear her babble."

The girl replied with a nod of her head after which got up and came out of her parents' second room.