Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
chapter 20

A few days passed...

A man from the expedition came to hand over a medium-sized box wrapped in brown paper entirely. It also says the name of Ayattul as the sender and Mr. Fatkhul Qullum as the recipient.

"Thank you, yes" Ulum said after receiving the package.

"Together, Sir. Excuse me.." replied before leaving. Ulum smiled and again set his eyes on the box in his hand, after which he stepped slowly into the house.

Inside, the sound of the sewing machine Aida was using buzzed occasionally. Today there is a lot of work to be done. That's fine, make more money shopping.

"Package from Bu Ayattul again?" He turned the iron circle occasionally before positioning the cloth to be sewn under the sewing needle.

"Yes, this.., don't know what else he sent." Ulum answered while putting the box on the table. The sound of sewing machines is heard again.

"Some way, to get our daughter's heart. He thinks with the many items sent us so immediately tempted to do it?" aida said while focusing on her work.

Ulum did not reply, He then resumed his activities. Typing report using Laptop.

"Safa why don't you give me an answer, huh? Don't let him like that guy. Rich Qonni?"

"Thinking about accepting or refusing a proposal. It takes time, Mom. Because it is related to the worship of a lifetime," Ulum replied still focused on the laptop screen.

Aida stopped her work and looked back. "Why do I have to think so much? Just refuse. Those drug addicts, really, still think hard. It's clear, Dad. He will not repent. It's hard to get addicted to that rich stuff."

"Don't you know the human heart? Angels don't know."

"Emang doesn't know. But most addicts will go back to consuming it. Even though he entered a rehabilitation home. I can't wait, I have rich kids. Oh yeah!"

Ulum took a long breath. He straightened his eyes towards his wife.

"There was a boy. He always wakes up in the middle of the night to do tahajud. Then one time, the boy opened the window of the room and observed the houses around it that were still dark. He was denouncing 'really! Woe to those people. At this hour, instead of worship looking for reward even still sleeping!' the boy's speech was then rebutted by his father who said, 'more wretched he. People who like to denounce the ugliness of others and consider themselves the most faithful. And remember that he who reproaches will not die until God has poured out the same test of evil upon him.' Can you take the wisdom from this story, ma'am?"

Ulum's long sentence, which tells of a boy, made Aida cleared her throat.

"Mas, what's the talk of Aida, anyway?"

"not lecturing. I just want to remember that story. So people do not like to denounce the ugliness of others. As a fellow Muslim abstains from denouncing the sins of his brother, let alone consider himself the best. We never know when God gave him guidance. And what right do we judge people. We ourselves should judge ourselves. Because the characteristics of believers will never be busy thinking about the stains of others let alone blasphemy. On the contrary, pray for the best. And focus on your own sins."

Aida pursed her lips. Then turn the body back to continue its work. The sound of the engine was heard again with the silence of Aida's voice who could no longer refute.

"Sorry, if you offend me. I just want to, I'm better able to be prejudiced with people."

"Yes, yes! No papa. It's up to you to Safa. Mom doesn't want to follow. Instead of giving attention so as not to choose the wrong path, instead, it was given a long speech of the ustadz Irshad, "for him to flow. Even almost lost to the sound of the sewing machine that is being used.

Ulum smiled while shaking his head. Such is Aida, a woman who is actually good but sometimes it still has to be directed in controlling her speech and emotions. But isn't that human.

Elsewhere Safa and Qonni stopped their motorbike in front of Ustadz Faqih's date shop. It's not an accident they're there. Because this week, both of them had attended a seminar event at one of the places in the Asemka Market area.

They accidentally passed by the street where Faqih and Nuha's shop stood. Stop by for a while while buying ajwa dates. I met Noah at the store. As they thought. Coincidentally, the shop was not so crowded with visitors.

"Assynnya!" Qonni cried first when the girl saw Noah was with Faqih and his only child at the cashier table.

"Goddessalam warahmatullah!" answer them both almost simultaneously. Noah was sitting standing up. Because little Ziya was on top of his Abinya's lap.

"Well, MashaAllah... Qonnian. Safa?!" It was with great pleasure that Noah approached the two of them. They were just walking towards him. "Where are you guys from? Didn't you come here intentionally? How about Nuha?" he hugged the two in turn.

"We're out of jengjeng, dong! Find bujang!"

"Hus! Fuck you, Deck." Safa immediately denied her annoyance. To break the laughter of Noah and Qonni who embrace each other. "We've been at Debby's tantric seminar. He is also a fan of Ce Maryam" continued Safa while pointing at her brother.

"Oh, um near here, huh? Oh, dear I don't know. If you know for sure come. I love his latest work." Said Nuha.

"MashaAllah, why bother to attend the seminar. Dateng went straight to her house with Debby. More satisfied, brother! Can take a photo plus request a signature without queuing." Qonni.

"Aaaiiih, you can meet him directly at his house. It means that participating in the seminar is good.., all wash your eyes.." whispered Noah at the end.

"But! A' Ustadz, the dengerin whose wife said. I want to attend the seminar so I can wash my eyes."

"Eh–" Noah turned.

"No papa, let Aa rinse her eyes with Zamzam water" replied A' Faqih who was already behind Noah.

"Neng was just kidding, A'. I like that baperan."

"Hemmm, hold it first. A'a go out for a little snack." He said as he handed Ziya with his sharp gaze for a few seconds before shifting on the two hooded girls before Nuha. "What do you want to drink?"

"Not bother, A'. We are not long," replied Safa politely.

"No papa, don't bother. Go in with Noah. Sorry the condition of the stall was messy again," he said impressed cold. But they understand. Because that is how he is.

"No papa."

"It's cold, A'." Qonni answered.

"Ocheeh..." The man immediately passed. While a slow blow from Nuha directly landed on Qonni's shoulder which was constantly chuckling.

"Basic can not be invited to compromise," for Nuha which is certainly not serious. "Yuk, there. The fan let's not get too hot."

"Come..." They all went into a corner surrounded by a display case containing a row of types of honey. Faqih place conducts transactions with its buyers as well.