Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 16

Tok.., tok.., Qonni nongol from behind the door with a smile. His body was wearing a sign that he was ready to worship.

"Want I help aamiin-aamiin, when Ma'am Safa reads the khataman prayer?" tanyanya offered herself. The girl who was still clad in face smiled as she nodded.

"Can! but there's no pocket money. Because you are the one who nawarin himself" said Safa.

"Yeah, my efforts failed. Though I was pleased that Mba Safa khataman," for him with a soft voice. Just to joke.

"Hahaha, you are, Dek! That doesn't mean anything."

"Hehehe, kidding Ma'am." Qonni stepped in and just sat down in front of his older sister. After that, he held both his hands. "Come, I'm ready..."

Safa smiled as she shook her head. Both of his hands were in front of his face. He began to pray, having finished the Qur'an. While Qonni guaranteed.

Finished praying the two prepared for the dawn prayer at home. Mom and Dad went to the mosque first.

"Mom! I want to, deh. Khatam Qur'an many times, like Mbak. But it's hard, huh?" he said while folding face after prayer and dhikr.

"It's actually easy, but sometimes the hard ones manage the watu and fight the laziness in us, Dek."

"Well, that..."

"If you want to. Slowly aja. Especially soon Ramadan. You must have a target for Khatam at least once in that month."

"The owner is that, Ma'am. Thanks for tips dong..."

Safa sighed. "You know, that one juz is ten pieces. So we have to share that you can't read one juz directly."

"Shared-for?"

"Yes. So every prayer you read two sheets, Deck. If it could be more. So it must be conditioned with a red light that always comes every month," Safa said. Qonni also understood. "Take a shot, because there's nothing to lose, Dek."

"Yes, Mother. Qonni will try. If for example it was intent but not Khatam as well?"

"What is important is that there is a target for the destruction of the Qur'an. Effort is equal, inshaAllah, Allah will reward the whole. Your intentions are sincere because God is not good. Until here get it?"

"inshaAllah, okay. Ramadan this year I want khataman.., emmmmp!" qonni's words paused because the older brother immediately silenced his mouth.

"Don't mention it to Ma'am. The pahalamu. It has not yet been done to fall first."

"Astaghfirullah al'azim. There is no meaning of ria. That time was up for verdict, anyway."

Safa laughed when she saw her sister grumbling. "Ria was, sometimes never on purpose the same culprit. Therefore, Ma'am asks you to be careful in carrying out your good intentions. Say it in your heart, be romantic. Only God knows your efforts. And pray, may Allah send forth. You can Khatam Al-Qur'an in Ramadan this year."

"Aamiinu. Pray for Qonni, Ma'am."

"inshaAllah, the best for you, Dek," he replied gently with a smile. Afterwards they turned to the door when they heard greetings from their parents who had just returned from the mosque.

In the still-dark morning atmosphere. The family decided to take a leisurely walk together while enjoying this cool air. Looking for food to eat in its place, the momentum that Safa is most grateful for and enjoy for these moments. It was gathering and doing activities with his sweet father, mother, and sister. Because then, when you get married. Not necessarily he can do something like this, right?

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A loud slap was instantly received by Arifin. The picture is clear, the look of disappointment on the face of a fifty-five-year-old woman who had chosen not to speak when she received news of Arif's arrest in a luxurious house with her friends. Not to mention the fact that his son who was found to have Sab* weighed an ounce. What a terrible reality for him.

"satisfied now? Or even you are proud to be here!" Ask. Arif immediately rested at his mother's feet right then and there.

"Ariff's sorry, Mother."

"Mother does not think, you are a wearer, Rif." His wife trembled.

Arif did not issue any rebuttal sentences at all. He just kept quiet and lowered his head in front of his mother.

"Kaya gini, your life all along. Have a lot of fans, a lot of money, then enjoy it by doing?! You realize, you've thrust the iron you just heated into Mother's chest, Fin."

"Mistaken author Mother. A thousand sorry will never be able to pay for everything that Arif has done to Mother," he muttered still with his head bowed.

He was too embarrassed to raise his head. Especially seeing the face of the mother who was crying. Enough to make his chest tight.

"Mother!" Arif immediately hugged his mother's leg when he heard that. He shook his head quickly and apologized many times.

"Mother doesn't know what to do with you. Mother really did not expect. You should know, this is not what you want. Maybe Mother can stand up to social censure. But how do you take responsibility before God. My mother failed as a mother to you. To the extent that you fall into this dark hole."

"Mother never fails to educate Arif. It was very appropriate, the education that Mother gave to Arif. Please Mother, do not blame yourself Mother. This is the wrong Arif. Arif is outrageous. Sorry, Mother! Sorry Arif."

The mother just turned her face away, not wanting to look at the child just like that. The tears of the mother are getting louder. Just by talking like that, the tall man immediately clutched his mother's feet tightly. Apologized many times.

"Lack of happiness what you are. Living in a Celebrity World? To the extent that you can still touch, and consume the item!!"

I can't be honest, Bun. About what I feel. Mommy will definitely be more disappointed than this. –Arif flinch. Regretting what he has done.

"You need to be in rehab. After that, stop being artists. Mommy does not need you to have a name on the entertainment scene and can buy luxury objects, as well as holidays abroad at any time. But your life is dark rich gini."

Arif raised his head. Shakes slowly. "Please don't do that, Bun. Don't ask Arif to leave this job."

"Why? Are you afraid of being poor after coming out of this world of yours? Then you'd rather burn Mother alive, Rif."

"No, Mother. Please! Don't gini Mother. Everyone makes mistakes. Didn't you give Arifin a chance to improve without having to ask to get out of my world."

"Yes! Mother gives you a chance to change. No longer a celebrity. Be a regular, religious person. The world of martyrdom is full of harm, Rif!"

"Mother, all need a process can not directly jump into it."

"You argue?" Hunus the mother, which made Arif speechless. "You like your life. Although torturing Mother? In Islam, it is not only the worship of the dzohir for oneself. But it should be the equivalent of Amar makruf nahi mungkar. Mother invites you to goodness, but mother must also prohibit you from doing misdeeds. If Mommy lets you like this, mean that everything you do is in vain, Rif!" Strictly while pointing the index finger.

"Arifin knows, Mother. But please, not Arif's job, I like my job."

"Then let go of Mother's feet. And enter into prison. Mother warned you. Then the fall is the responsibility of Mother."

Arif hugged his mother's legs. He shook fast. "I beg Bun, please Arif. Whatever Arif's gonna do, just don't get Arif out of Arif's job."

"That's all you want."

"I beg Bun, I beg you. Please excuse Arif.., sorry Arif, Bunda–"

"Well. Rather than your life being unclear, you'd better get married. Maybe that way you can be more mature."

"A... what? Married married?"

"Yes!"

"It's not that easy, Mother. Arif's not ready..."

"YOU WAIT UNTIL WHEN!!"

"Please, Bun. Arif is getting married, but not now."

"Mother wants to be quick. But with the choice of Mother. Not the woman you always show off in the media."

"Bun?"

"Now choose only; married to the choice of Mother? Or quit the Selebgram world!"

The deg...! Arifin. Showing the impression of frustration. It really is a hard choice. Be married? Brody will be furious with the decision. And his reputation will surely be further ruined when the man spreads the video without his clothes on. They are in love with the same sex. Not to mention there was only her face in sight.

"The choice is in your hands–" Bu Ayattul broke away from her son's embrace. But it was again held by Arif.

"Bun, please don't give me that rich choice."

"Let go!"

"No, Bun– Arif please!"

"Deliver!!! Feel one night in the cold of the prison room. Reflect on all your mistakes, and repent! After that you decide."

"Bun, O God... Bunda–" two policemen had already grabbed his arm and brought the man in. The mother simply turned her face away while wiping her tears because the child still called out to her while crying out for forgiveness.

He really felt disappointed, when he knew his son was using the illegal goods. He was also disappointed in himself who had failed to educate the child so that he had to fall into a dark valley.