Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 10

Arriving there. The riots had died down, only chaos left them.

Some people work together, cleaning up trash or rocks strewn across the asphalt.

Traffic also looks a little chaotic because of the many people who come to see the rest of the riot earlier.

"What's the motor next door, son?" Bu Ayattul asked after the two of them got out of the car.

"I remember very well here, Mom. Maybe in moving people." Safa turned her eyes to the right and left looking for her motorcycle. Some of the people standing nearby did not escape he asked. No one knows.

Yes Allah, my motorbike is gone. –Draw the look of sadness on Safa's face. The bike was owned about a year ago. And now does it have to just disappear?

"Hows it? Meet you?" Ask Bu Ayattul. Safa herself just shook her head slowly. "Oh, what a pity. Then..."

"Sorry, Mom. I interrupted, we've already lost an hour. I have to attend the meeting now" the driver reminded.

"But my business is not finished."

"No papa, Mom. This will be my business" Safa said.

"But?"

"Sorry, Neng! Find that bike here, huh?" A mother in orange uniform approached them.

"Yes, Mom really. That's my bike. Mum see?"

"So I saw it in the transport apparatus. Just try to confirm to Polsek."

"MashaAllah, Alhamdulillah." The girl shines. Yeah, thank goodness it's only in police custody. Not brought people. The key to the motor is still stuck. "Thank you for the information, ma'am."

"Yes, Neng. You welcome. Excuse me."

"Yes, Mom." Safa smiled happily with a grateful heart. He turned back to Bu Ayattul. The middle-aged woman still lingered nearby. "Mother, the possibility of my motorbike is in Polsek. So I want to go straight there. Thank you for bringing me here."

"I'm the one who should thank you. Then, Mom go first. I'm sorry I can't get you to the police."

"God is not Dad, Mom. Be careful on the road, Miss Ayattul." Safa grabbed the mother's hand and kissed the back of her hand with reverence. The lips of Bu Ayattul smiled happily amazed by the polite attitude shown by Safa.

The two split up there. Ms. Ayattul got back in her car and the car drove off. The girl heaved a sigh of relief as the woman's car moved away.

"Well, it's time to go to the police. Hopefully, it is still sustenance. And my bike is there. Oh my God, thank you." The girl continued her steps towards the nearest police station to search for information on the motorbike.

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Night's come...

Ms. Ayattul stopped her salary when the door to her room was knocked on by someone. He looked and smiled.

"You're home, Rif?" he asked, closing the Qur'an in his lap.

"Yes. Arif Denger Mommy was almost a victim of riots?" He asked while approaching and sat down before his mother.

"Yes, but not papa. Thank God Mommy in please kind girl."

Arifin breathed a sigh of relief. He was not interested in the girl who helped him. What is important now is that he can see the mother he loves is healthy.

Since childhood, Arifin only lived with his mother and grandparents. He remembered very well when his mother was busy studying while working to meet her needs first. For Arifin, Mom is everything. He would not be able to argue with anything his mother said. And there was no greatest fear except the day on which he had to lose the figure of the loving woman before him at this moment.

"Rif, you know. That girl hasn't married yet."

"Continue?" He asked while laying his head on the lap of the mother who was still wrapped in mucus.

"He was young, twenty-eight years old. Beautiful, she said softly. One more... Sholehah. The hood is long."

Arif did not respond, the young man just closed his eyes enjoying the comfort he could only feel when he was near his mother.

"Oh, his name is Baitus Safa. Beautiful right? The power if it is known to you will fit."

"Mother, what the hell?"

"Iiiish, you should get married, Rif."

"Kok, then?"

"Arif still wants to be single. If it takes forever."

"Hus! If you speak the truth, ah! How about an angel?"

"Bodo very!"

"Aariff!"

"Lagian Arif already has. So don't be fools. Especially the girl you just met."

"Who? That chick? Nope! Nope! Mother does not want to have a daughter-in-law who likes umbar aurat."

"But she's beautiful, Bun."

"Beautiful what rich it is. Can't be a wife! Not worth being a mother for my grandchildren. If that girl just fits...." Bu Ayattul imagined the girl's shady face earlier.

While Arifin was pensive, I don't know what. His face could not interpret what he had in mind.

"Eh, forgot. So why not ask for the same phone number as the address, huh? Be present! It's a pity."

The man's lips smiled faintly. "Udah is very dizzy. Eat it, yuk Mommy. Arif's hungry."

"Oh, yes. You haven't eaten yet?"

"Not yet." he answered while waking up.

"Yes my. My son's hungry. Let's eat, Mother masakin gulai chicken."

"Bakal forgot the diet when Mommy was cooking."

"Hahaha, what's the diet. Rich women?"

"Arifin must have a professional body, Bun."

"Let'soooooo! Later if you have become a father also your stomach will be distended." The two laughed as they walked out of the room together.

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Somewhere else...

Ustadz Irsyad, Rahma, and Rumi travel to Ulum's house to greet and inform. If his son is going to marry a girl from Bandung. There Safa seemed to be smiling very happy too.

"Thank God, congratulations to you, Rumi. About when?" Ask enthusiastically. Aida who was like she had still not accepted it turned to her daughter. It even seemed like she wanted to cry.

"inshaAllah, two more months. The family agreed to immediately. Because, Debby's condition," replied Rumi.

"Oh, I get it. Thank goodness I am glad to hear it. inshaAllah, I will come. But, not the motorcade of Mrde Irsyad."

"Want to?" Irsyad asked with a smile.

"Debby was already a rich brother of Safa. So I want to accompany him later when Ijab qobul." That sincerity was clearly emanating in his sparkling eyes. Rahma's hand sitting next to her clasped Safa's. Touched.

"Allahu Akbar!" Irsyad mutters. He was really amazed to hear that from Safa. When he came here, he was a little worried. Will return to put the wound in the child's heart.

"Do you really want to go with Debby?" Ask Rahma.

"Yes Budeh. We'll meet you there."

"But is it okay?" Rahma is still worried. Both of his eyes stared fixedly full of regret at the eldest son of Aida and Ulum. A beautiful baby that he had been carefree before because at that time he had not been given a baby.

"What's the matter, Budeh? Safa is not papa." Safa laughs. Especially when Rahma kissed her cheek lovingly.

There they returned to chatting casually. And only Aida doesn't talk much. Although Safa looks to spread a smile on them. Ulum too, or Qonni. After many times sorry for the family. But he still did not sincerely see the happiness of one side, those who he thought had no heart. Though his daughter has not healed, but with the heart they will marry Rumi to another girl. Really, it was much more evil to him.

Even he was not able to see the figure of Rumi as usual. If there used to be affection like a nephew, now everything turns into dislike. Along with a broken heart.