Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
chapter 17

This afternoon, the sun in the city of Bekasi shone very hot. Safa came to a saung-themed food shop. Some time ago, he received a phone call from the woman he had helped first.

At first he was astonished, knowing his number from where the middle-aged woman was. But he didn't want to ask much. After all, he's a good guy. And just wanted to get her to meet outside of work hours. Doesn't matter.

The young blue-hijab girl was walking down a path by the side of the pond. A beautiful woman despite her age is no longer young waving her hand for a while which welcomed Safa's smile.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am."

"Walaikumsalam. MashaAllah, nice to see you again." Ms. Ayattul immediately hugged Safa's body.

"I was shocked when I got the call from my mom. Didn't expect aj–" Safa laughed.

"Hahaha, actually I got your number from the principal where you teach. Sorry if mom is sassy."

"No, really, Mom. I'm just wondering. Because we've never met before. Then you know Bu Fajriah?" Ask, who does not understand what the face of Ditjen GTK is like. Ms. Ayattul just smiled before calling the waiter to serve their order.

A few minutes passed. Safa only orders young coconut ice. It was not good to order food. Even though he was forced, he still did not want to. Bu Ayattul is the same. He ordered only cold drinks to wet his dry throat.

"You must be wondering why I asked you to meet here" he said while stirring a drink using a straw.

Safa just realized the slender body of Bu Ayattul wrapped in batik clothes. Could he be a teacher too?

"Little, Mom. Is there anything important? To the extent that Bu Ayattul asked for my number to Bu Fajriah."

"There actually. It has to do with personal matters."

"I mean, Miss Ayattul?" Safa raised one eyebrow.

"Mother, yes, by the way. Honestly I'm afraid, I'll offend you."

Safa flinch. His forehead is wrinkled.

"All of you have thought carefully. And I realize this is gonna be rude, son."

"InshaAllah, no papa, ma'am." Safa waited, she sat in a very polite position.

"You're not married, are you?" Ask. Safa shook her head slowly.

The woman before Safa again fell silent to prepare the words. In the heart is a worry. Instead of getting the girl's heart for her son. If Safa is even offended how?

"Mother?" Call Safa down until she breaks the woman's daydream in front of her.

"Look. I want to tell you a little story, yeah. About a young man who had a big name in the entertainment scene. He not only has a good name among young people. However, behind his fame he was precisely plunged into a black hole."

Safa listened carefully. Although he did not understand, the direction of this conversation went. But he tried to keep listening.

"Mother's question is, what such a man still deserves the good of Allah SWT."

The girl in the long veil smiled sweetly. "Everybody deserves good, ma'am. Also a chance to change."

"But what if he really is a big sinner? Because what you know, a good man will only pair with a good man."

"So everyone can hope to get a much better partner on it?"

"Sure, Mom. Because man has no right to condemn one's sins. Allah SWT has more right to judge people not creatures. If you're a soul mate, how else."

Ms. Ayattul smiled with relief. Hopefully this is the beginning for him to be able to match Arifin and Safa.

"Son.z.," Bu Ayattul's hand held Safa's. "Do you think the past of the person who will be your companion is important?"

"Emmm, depends, Mom. If he is good now according to his will. Then it will be good for the road ahead. Because Safa is a girl. Which must be taught also by the Safa couple later."

"That's it, huh?" Ms. Ayattul lost hope again.

"Sorry, if you may know. Why are you saying something like this?"

"Actually, I'd like to introduce you to Mother's child. But I'm afraid, you'll reject it. Because he is not a pious child and understands religion," he said. Safa herself was silent. Biting under his lips. "But I was hoping. You want to meet the mother's son."

Unexpectedly, the statement then made Safa stunned. A while had passed, the girl in front of him did not reply other than to suck the contents of the whole coconut fruit in front of him. Is he offended by this...

"Mom's really sorry, Safa boy. You may have been offended by this sudden statement. Moreover, we don't know each other too far. I just feel like I'm falling for your morals. And it's so bad to get a daughter-in-law like you."

"Safa is not offended. Just confused what to answer. Safa was nervous too, Mom."

The middle-aged woman smiled. "Tempo the day I met your father at a meeting. And I also promised to come to your family. We'll talk about this more deeply. All right, you can see mom's son."

Looks like Ayattul's mother is really serious. But what his son was like. Is the story of the young man a picture of his son? If it turns out yes?

They continued the conversation until it felt like it had been an hour. After talking they went to their respective destinations.

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After a few days in detention. Arifin received leniency. Request for rehabilitation is approved. Arifin can be free on the condition that it must be reported. It is also under BNN supervision. Must stay for at least one month in a rehabilitation home. In order to eliminate his dependence on illegal drugs.

On the way from the rehabilitation house, Mother did not say much. Silent car atmosphere. No one speaks. A sigh was heard as Mother's hand handed a piece of photo to her son.

"His name, Safa. To propose."

"What's? Now either?" Arifin was stifled when she heard her mother's words just now.

"You agree the same, Mother!"

"Yes, but not right now, Bun? Arifin just got out of rehab. Let Arif think first. Marriage is not like looking for a favorite. Arif must be ready to be born and inner." His objection without glancing let alone touching the photo lying on his lap.

"Mother doesn't care. The decision of Mommy is correct. We'll go to his family and propose to his daughter for you."

"But, Bun?! Please...!" Arifin looks frustrated with the request of his mother. While Bu Ayattul no longer membris whining children just his wayang. He remained steadfast in his promise to come this afternoon to the house of Ulum.