Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 14

The Safa house...

Qonni is seriously reading the article on his website. A little horrendous news. It is suspected that the famous Selebgram Afin Anka avoids his fans in order to hide a hijab girl.

"Afin Anka cheating with a hijab girl? Ih, who is it?" The short-haired girl by the boat continued to read carefully. "Well, but it's good that Afin likes the hijab. Hehehe..., Eh, wait?"

Qonni zoomed in on a photo taken by one of Arifin's fans while the man was running.

"Pff! Artists today are crazy. All nyamar wear mukena. But, kok! Rich knows his face, huh?" Qonni kept looking at the photo. "There are no clear photos. So curious about girls. Rich is no stranger to his posture."

Heck.., Tok...,

"Dad!" Call Safa at the door of her sister's room.

"Yes, Mommy?" His mouth without looking. Qonni was still seriously reading the news about Afin Anka's misbehavior this afternoon.

"Have you finished your task yet?" Safa asked who was intending to take back her laptop.

"Udah, but again I used to open the web."

"Web what? Don't be weird!" Safa went into the room and sat down in front of the girl.

"It's not weird, it's about the artist, really."

"Oh my goodness, I'm still busy watching Korean artists! Don't be so adoring to her, Dek."

"Not a Korean artist. Who is too adoring? This is a local artist" he replied. Safa was silent for a moment.

"Udah malem, sleep there. Tomorrow morning college. Here's where the laptop is. Ma'am want to use to send a report first."

"Emmmm, yes.., yes.., Ms. Safa, here. Not a sabbath." Qonni exited the webpage. Turn off her sister's laptop before closing it.

"Don't stay up late. Go to bed early so you can wake up early!"

"Yes, Mommy." The girl stretched the muscles in her shoulders and hands. "Sir, when will my laptop be?"

"Not yet ngabarin. Tomorrow I will stop by, ask directly. Now rest, tomorrow morning please bring the laptop first. Don't forget to read Surah Al Mulk."

"Yes, Mbaaaaaaak...." Qonni headed to the bathroom. That is what makes Safa smile come out of her sister's room and into her own room.

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A few days passed. Like his promise that will accompany Debby at the time of the agreement. He was also happy when he heard Rumi who smoothly uttered the qobul ijab in just one breath. Right, a sign that he's really ready.

A hue of happiness emanated on the girl next to him. Safa hugged Debby's body and congratulated her on their marriage.

Safa had thought that her sincere name must be painful. However, when he undergoes? It turns out this wisdom. He felt closer to his Lord. He hoped that God would give him a chance to find a partner. A man's choice is really for her.

although in the end, he also realized that the soul mate is not only about marriage. I don't know who's coming first to say hello. A soul mate in the form of a life friend or even a death soul mate who will approach him. After all, in heaven there is no one who does not have a partner.

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Month after month he lived with gratitude. It even passed a year after Rumi's wedding.

The girl was still on the same status. Alone, not yet have a companion. There are some who come to Ulum. However, no one ever entered his house to menghitkahnya directly.

It was reported that Safa has a bad aura. Two of the men who proposed to him died for different reasons. One was sick, the other was in an accident at work.

Safa doesn't care about the rumors, her name is also destiny who knows. Why people like to associate coincidences with mystical things. Even though it is the same is not the soul mate of his name.

If I said Ulum Father the other day. "There may be a man whose prayers are very strong to get you. To the extent that it prevents well-intentioned people from proposing to you."

When he heard that Safa just kept quiet while smiling. It makes sense, he thought.

"anyone if anyone wants to apply should answer 'Yes!' don't refuse..."

"it can't be that easy, Mom. if ugly and what kind of person?" ask Qonni to follow.

"Oh, yeah, that's not it. Hopefully good manners. Enough is enough!" said Aida. Here Safa again smiled thinly, just listen to it because some women.he also can not search but in search. Even if I don't know when it came?

But he was sure, as long as he followed the Shari'a. would be hidden in the cave, too. The one called soul mate will find it.

......

A few days later...

Aida handed over the map containing Ulum's files left behind to Safa.

"Don't you stop by the education building?" Ask.

"No papa, Mom. Safa's been let off a little afternoon."

"Yes, be careful. Please come back to the minimarket. Buy the same oil as dish soap."

"Yes, Mom. Safa is on the road first. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam. Careful, Nduk."

"Ya–" the girl was already sitting on her motorcycle wearing a helmet. Saying bismillah while starting the engine. The motor drove slowly out of the simple house.

In one of the educational buildings...

Ulum stood at the door of the meeting waiting for Safa who he said would deliver his files that were left behind at home. Even though the meeting leader has not yet arrived. But he remains worried. Not to mention this was no ordinary meeting.

A meeting that will be attended directly by the Directorate General of Teachers and Education Personnel. Ibu Ayattul Khasanah as a representative of Kemendikbud.

Many guests were present, filling their seats. Some people greeted him while taking him in. But Ulum just smiled shaking their hands one by one. And back to the front of his eyes.

Oh, my God, son. Where are you? Astaghfirullah...

Before long Ulum's smile expands. His body that was tense from the panic earlier had already relaxed in relief.

"Assalamualaikum, I'm sorry. It's jammed."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, MashaAllah no papa. Fortunately the Director-General's mother hasn't come."

"Well, I must be really tense. Great to be in a meeting and meet the mother of Ditjen GTK."

"Alaaah, it's normal, anyway. We are both human." Chuckles.

"Dad, nih. Yeah, Safa goes straight, yeah."

"Yes. Careful, Son. Slowly down the path."

Safa replied with a nod of her head with a smile after kissing the back of her father's hand.

From a distance Ibu Ayattul Khasanah came with several people who accompanied. The middle-aged woman was silent for a moment. Stopped his steps when he saw the girl who had just conversed with a middle-aged man in the corner of the room. Quite far from the entrance of the meeting room.

MashaAllah, that girl... Bu Ayattul's smile expands. He was very happy when he finally saw the girl again after days, weeks, even months and months to pray for her to be reunited with Safa. Finally his prayer was answered.

"What's up, Mrs Ditjen?"

"No papa. Do you know him? The father there." Pointing men with long-sleeved batik clothing plus peci. Walking into the meeting room.

"Emmm, that's Mr. Fathul Qullum. Principal at MA Bekasi. What's up, Mom?"

Ms. Ayattul smiled again. "No, but can you? please tell him. After this meeting I'll say hello to him for a moment."

The middle-aged man who was assigned to pick up Mrs Ditjen seemed confused. But directly agree. While they walk back.