Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 23

Towards D-day, the Arifin family came again. He said only to ask about the preparation of the Safa family before the event was held the day after tomorrow. At this moment Safa could see the ultimate happiness, which was addressed from the beautiful middle-aged mother before her. After trying hard before, continue to beg strongly for Safa to accept the proposal for her son.

Dress in trendy clothes and seem expensive. Sitting next to Ms. Aida. The woman spoke cheerfully without limiting herself to that of an official.

Very inversely proportional to the Ulum family that looks simple with clothing that is as modest as the origin of polite. They were impressed to maintain courtesy near Ibu Ayattul. Even when talking, both Father and Mother look very careful.

Mrs Ayattul secretly prepared a vacation package for Safa and Arifin on their honeymoon. Namely, Turkey.

"Mom, actually Safa just wants a simple one. Not just a wedding, but this. If Bang Arifin wants to take Safa on her honeymoon. It could be near here. Bandung, or Jogja. Safa was so happy."

"Don't, papa. All right, he went back to the place where he was born. His father's grave is also there, son."

Lately, he just found out. His father Arifin's tomb is in Turkey. Right, Arifin has Turkish blood from his father.

"This bracelet looks good?" Show me another prize. I don't know how many gifts Bu Ayattul has given. Good for him or his family.

"Mother, Safa is truly grateful for all that you have to thank. Safa's happy, but it's best not to be too often."

"Emang why? Mother always wanted to have a daughter, you know." Laughing while putting the bracelet in Safa's hand. "MashaAllah, that's beautiful."

Safa smiled stiffly the more she felt uneasy about being needed like a queen by her future mother-in-law.

Indeed, every item given, several times Safa tried to return it. But always rejected by Bu Ayattul. said he?

"Never give back anything you love. That's a sign you don't appreciate." she said the other day.

But instead of not appreciating, he just felt bad if he had to be treated like this. Without knowing how he could repay the middle-aged woman's entire kindness.

"Everyone has their own way of connecting with others. And this is how Mother establishes closeness with you. So don't feel awkward, huh?"

When viewed from the enthusiasm of Bu Ayattul. He was sincere and happy to give something to her.

As now, the impression of enthusiasm is shown when he is busy showing which destinations will be where Arif and Safa stand when they arrive in Istanbul later. Making it unable to break it with continuous rejection. Hotels and plane tickets were all booked.

Qonni who was there amazed mixed with envy that is not in the context of spite. He was happy to see his lucky brother.

But all turned into screams. When Ms. Ayattul said, one day it would take them all. Traveling together to Turkey. Surely when the time is right.

The girl was just silent, when the boisterous bliss chime in a room that was not so spacious. His heart was like back in a pinch. Thinking about everything he would go through after marriage.

Happy, or quite the opposite, but he also never tired of offering prayers of protection in the ark of his marriage later.

Yes, just counting the days, his status would change. All the obligations carried by his father during this time, will turn to the man.

Is this what it feels like to be a girl getting married? There is no compulsion to make this decision. Why am I so sad and sad?

Safa looked at Bu Aida who had started accepting them. Drawing from the way that also speaks though not much.

Faces full of happiness there made Safa surrounded by gratitude. Because it looks like Bu Ayattul will be the mother-in-law who is in line with the expectations of the daughters-in-law in any part of the world. Kind-hearted, and very uniting to his daughter-in-law. Yeah, he's lucky. In the midst of confessions of his colleagues about their mother-in-law with a variety of habits that not a little make him stroke the chest.

I hope this happiness is still felt. My mother-in-law still looked at me lovingly as she is now. And Bang Arifin is able to become my real paradise. –Safa is hopeful.

That night Ustadz Irsyad came with Rumi, and Debby. The family came to congratulate him. He even promised to help whatever the Ulum family needed

"MashaAllah— Don't bother, Ustadz. The event can be said to be simple, only ijab qobul and tasyakuran," said Ulum politely. He knew Ustadz Irsyad was a pretty solid cleric of his show. It's not good if he has to bother her.

"No papa, Ulum. No bother, really. For the sake of the nephew, I will accompany you until the end of the event."

"Alhamdulillah, thank you Ustadz."

"Together." They go back to talking. Safa turned her head for a moment towards Debby and Rumi. Then smiled faintly when he saw Rumi's attention to his wife. Inserting a small straw into the plastic surface of the bottled water. A soft laugh came out of Debby's lips in response to her husband's little joke.

Thank goodness they look happy. If only I were selfish. Maybe that happiness will not be realized. –the girl drank her own water. Turning his eyes to the other corner.

Time is getting night. The Ustadz Irsyad family said goodbye. Debby hugged Safa's body tightly saying goodbye.

"I'll go home first, Safa. May your life always be filled with happiness."

"Generic, Deb. Tomorrow I will stand with me."

"Of course, dong. Anyway, I'll be there before Ijab qobul starts. I'll hold your hand like this." Debby clasped Safa's hand tightly. "Just like you're holding my hand, ma'am," he said happily. Safa smiled with teary eyes. He only felt moved because eventually, his heart would be completely handed over to the right one.

"Good congratulations to you again, Fa." Rumi chimed in the middle of them. The face that had previously looked at him with guilt had now turned to relief.

"Yes, Rumi. Thank you, I've got the perfect fit here. The show is still the day after."

"No papa, we're all family."

Family... –Safa nodded with a fluffy smile. Right, family...

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Somewhere else...

Arif sat in the chair, looking at the barrage of tags on his social media account. Gossip about her betraying Camelia grew more and more. Some of Camelia's supporters even blasphemed her all out. Then related to the hijab girl who was once invited by Arifin to run away from her fans.

"Why is it getting so ubiquitous?" Arifin mutters.

They no longer follow each other. However, the number of chaotic posts owned by Camelia that are reposted by some people makes it a little disturbed.

"Nih chick is a big pinter of her acting. Who else gets paid to write dramatic words. Ckck..." Arifin out of the social media menu switch on the main menu, then put the phone just like that.

A moment of silence while leaning his head stared at the ceiling of the room. At this time his heart was pounding again, when he remembered the shady face of his future wife.

"Alhamdulillah, so far everything is fine. Hopefully it can be smooth until the day H. but before that. Do I have to tell the truth about my disgrace to Safa. But if he gets disappointed and cancels everything how?"

Drrrr... Arifin's phone is vibrating. Highlight his eyes then turned on the flat object on the table.

Brody is calling...