Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
chapter 26

Safa enters the office. Where teachers rest after teaching. Some of them form a group. Chatting out of nowhere, with a laugh that sometimes sounds loud. There are others who are busy preparing questions, as a preparation for daily replicas. There are also those who sit alone while watching news videos through their phone screen. In essence, class breaks are also used for teacher breaks.

Safa sat in her chair. The girl with the long veil greeted the other teacher next to her. Who is making his make-up. Not a few minutes later one of the Administrative Officer handed over his license.

"Assalamualaikum, Safa's Ustadzah."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, Mrs Yanti." His saute while standing greeted the middle-aged woman.

"This letter has received approval from the principal and the foundation. Ustadzah can be off from tomorrow."

"MashaAllah, Thank God–"

"Survive once again, yes. No idea, secretly want to get married," he said. But still heard by the female teacher at a Safa table.

"MashaAllah, really, Ust? Wanna marry? Same who?" Ask him whose age may be as good as Safa.

"Alhamdulillah– with the child of my family acquaintance," he replied with a smile.

"Yes Allah. No, no laws?"

"It's just a family event, really, Ust," chuckles shyly.

"Congratulations, yes. Good luck until H-day." Shake Safa's hand before hugging her.

"Aamiin, thank you, Ust! For his prayers."

It didn't take long, some people gathered to ask the truth.

Safa was deliberately not news. He was also afraid of failing again. So better just shut up. He also invited only a few. The other teachers still wanted to come. Safa felt grateful, seeing the kindness of those who seemed happy to find news of her getting married.

One of the thirty-three-year-old male teachers sitting in front of Safa, two more benches turned their heads back for a moment. Before returning to staring at the laptop screen contains a collection of unfinished problems he type. The man who was not in the crowd sighed, silent for a while. Before raising his hand just under his table.

"Baarakallahu laka wa baarakaa alaika wa jamaa bainakumaa fii khoir–" he murmured silently. (Hopefully Allah blesses you, both in joy and sorrow and always gathers you both to good.)

So Ustadzah Safa finally accepted the man's proposal, and he wanted to get married. Thank goodness, the connection is in the heart. The thin-bearded man smiled faintly, before returning to typing.

Actually he had put a proposal also to Mr. Ulum for Safa. When meeting at an event at the headquarters.

However, said Mr. Ulum there are already men who are waiting for answers from Safa. He had said; if Safa rejected the man, then he would convey his good intentions directly to Safa.

But it's been six months since he waited for a short message containing news. Which until now has not come from Mr. Ulum. In fact, quite the opposite, a happy news was presented in front of other fellow teachers. Safa is getting married. Yes, this was the end he really had to bury that hope.

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The night before the wedding, Arif could not sleep. He was still worried because until now he was still not able to tell the truth about his past to Safa.

One thing that makes it even more delaying to say that is. When he listened to a short lecture about mass disgrace then someone who has been closed by Allah SWT and he has repented? So it is not necessary to convey it to the couple he wants to marry. However, the context is clear about what kind of disgrace it used to be, which needs to be hidden. What includes his previous deviant actions?

He wants to meet a cleric or ustadz who is able to answer his doubts. However, the fear of being mixed in shame held him back from finding out.

Arif hopes everything will not lead to evil. He did not want to lose the girl who would be his rightful wife tomorrow.

Whatever... Arif doesn't care. Most importantly, her life was calm. And the show will be a success tomorrow. Hope so.

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Morning comes...

The show goes with wisdom. Ijab qobul is read smoothly even though it has to repeat three times because it is so nervous. Safa is now the wife of Arifin Faruk Anka.

Some who came, had been surprised when they knew Safa's future husband was an artist. However, according to the rules. No one can take photos or videos. Photo documents are only from the family. They have tightened the privacy rules at this event. All for the comfort of Safa. Even the teachers who came were scheduled yesterday. While today's event, purely attended by family and close relatives.

Safa stood in front of Arifin. The man was ready, with the recitation of the prayer given by his woman. Nervously he read, one hand touching Safa's forehead, while the girl raised her hand while looking down.

Clear threads fell, while the stammered voice recited its prayer which ended with a doubtful kiss on Safa's forehead.

The girl raised her head towards Arif. The man smiled briefly and very stiffly and turned his face away. I don't know if he's nervous. Safa again bowed to say hamdalah.

Ms. Ayattul approached the two brides with tears of happiness flooding her cheeks. Hugging Arif and kissing him many times, until the black peci used by the man slipped and fell on the floor. The man laughed as he returned his mother's embrace. Kissing the woman's shoulder for a long time while nodding occasionally, agreeing with what her mother said.

"Don't hurt your wife, son. Happy him. Don't disappoint him. If you hurt her, it's the same as hurting your heart. Hear that?!"

"Yes Mother." Arifin returned a kiss on Bu Ayattul's cheek. Afterwards the woman turned to Safa, hugging her as well.

"Thank you, son. Want to accept your child who may be far from your criteria. Mother is very happy and grateful. Finally have a daughter as good as you. If he cannot guide you please be patient. And lead him to the good path, which Allah has guided."

"inshaAllah, Mother. Please pray, Safa can be a good wife to Bang Arifin."

"Aamiin, Aamiin." she replied as she let go of her embrace.

The show continued until nightfall. The two newlyweds were in a spacious room. Clean and neatly arranged.

Safa was sitting with her face down on the side of Arif who was a lot of silence. The man kept turning his face away. He was just expelling the nervousness lodged in his body.

"Don't you?" Call Safa break the silence. The man looked at me without answering. "We?"

Arif got up straight from his sitting position. "I'm out for a second, yeah. If you want to rest first don't papa." Without looking at him he directly exited the room leaving a sign of confusion on Safa's face.

"But I just want to say that we should pray Sunnah before going to bed" he murmured while looking at the tightly closed door. The girl went to the bathroom to clean herself up.

While removing her headscarf Safa fell silent, not understanding the attitude of her husband after ijab qobul earlier. Maybe he is nervous right now. It's okay to– with clothes that have changed into sleepwear. The long-haired girl walked towards the spacious and soft bed. It was very different from the bed in his house.

Her smile expanded briefly while touching the surface of the mattress.

"The lucky steps of man today. Can sleep soundly on a soft mattress. While Rosulullah Saw, the noble man, the lover of God should sleep only on a folded mat in summer, and stretched so that other surfaces can be made a blanket in winter..."

Safa broke down, into a thick blanket. The girl slept in a slanted position.

"Should I wait for Bang Arifin, or should I sleep first. But my eyes are heavy. I'm sleepy..." Her eyes began to run away. Safa fell asleep on Afin's bed alone.

Switch to that guy... He is now sitting in the garden. Staring at the window of her room and Safa who was still bright on the second floor. While smoking cigarettes. Even though they stopped consuming illegal goods. The man still could not escape from the poison bar.

"It should be Safa's nemanin cave in the room. It's our first night. But why am I afraid. Afraid to fuck her with this filthy body." The man sucked again, then exhaled. Removing a plume of smoke that is quite a lot as an impingement of frustration.

For tonight, it is a reason, if he has not been able to touch his wife. But not for the next nights.