Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
chapter 28

Safa's breath was smelled as her distance neared. Making Arifin who previously suspected this was a dream immediately realized. The girl in her cage was indeed Safa.

Afin stopped his slow movements. Although Safa had closed her eyes as close as possible, with both hands gripping her husband's arms tightly.

To be honest, the girl was not ready if she had to touch her lips now. But he also did not dare to refuse. Because what's on his body is right Afin. And whatever the man's gonna do is legitimate just as long as it doesn't hurt him.

The man fell silent. Before turning to Safa's forehead which is getting weaker because of it. His heart is really beating. Is her husband going to take her to the rhyme this morning? But, it's already dawn. Safa was still grinding stiffly in place.

"You can open your eyes. I did not say anything, really," he said with a faint smile looking at Safa's face. The girl opened her eyes slowly. "You must be surprised?"

"S–little. Next time, don't take any sudden action" he replied softly. Which made Arifin nod while changing his position.

The sound of the Adhan is still heard even though only from one, two mosques. The man breathed a sigh of relief. He almost broke his own promise. Now the girl next to him is releasing her face.

"Cock on the loose?" Ask Arif.

"Wudhu I'm off, Bang. Because it was–"

"Well, kiss me off?"

"Stay canceled. Because I am the woman you marry. According to the Shafi'i School. Besides, I'm sure it contains the opening of the jima."

"Jima? What is jima?"

"The term used, to describe the husband-wife relationship."

Arifin. Because he just knew the truth.

"I'll go to the bathroom first. After waiting for my brother."

"Yes, Fa," he answered still in a sitting position. The girl moved slowly towards the bathroom to get some water.

By the way, what did Bang Arif call me? Guz? – Safa don't remember. The name of what her husband said. Because it's so foreign sounding.

Finished taking ablution water, Safa waited for Arif who was also cleaning himself and changing clothes with a clean one.

And when Safa was about to prepare the man immediately took another prayer mat. And put it behind the prayer rug that was already in the title of Safa, then stood on it. The confused Safa could only fall silent.

"Let's pray–" he asked.

"Wait on! What brother, behind Safa?"

"My reading is still bad, Fa. Mending you in front."

"Eh–" the girl felt astonished. Before then laughing strangely. "I'm a girl, Bang. Where is a woman a male priest?"

"No papa, I'm ngijinin, really."

"Allahu Rabbi!" Safa laughs. He felt this was really ridiculous. "There are no rules Bang. Because the priest is supposed to be a man."

"But can't women be priests??"

"Yes if the congregation is all women, Bang. If we are rich, we cannot."

"How serious? I only memorized Annas, Al Falaq, Al sincere," he replied in a slightly moody tone. Safa smiled faintly.

"No papa, later Brother added another memorization of his short letter. The important thing is that you memorize the letter Alfatihah, right?"

"Yes" he replied slowly. He really felt ashamed. Not to mention when Safa shifted to allow him to become his prayer priest.

Afin gulps. With slow movement he walked forward. Move to the prayer room in front of him.

"You sure? My reading still hurts a lot, you know. One more thing, I also did not memorize the prayer before the prostration movement."

"No papa, Bang. I could use Rabbana atina fiddunya hasanah wafil endoti hasanah waqina adzabannar. And a cleric said it was legitimate. Comeing! Exercise–" His plea as he stepped and stood behind the man.

Afin who was nervous tried to remember the prayer intention read by the priest. Bismillah... Arif read it slowly without a sound.

"Allaaaaaaaaahu Akbaaaaar!" Arifin's voice sounded hoarse and trembling. Safaa who heard that was happy then also berkakbir.

This is the first time Arifin has become a prayer imam for someone who is already halal for him. Feelings of fear, pleasure, mixed with pride. All become one. Until the greeting is said. The man succeeded. He looked back and smiled haru.

"I can, Fa–" he said so happy.

"Thank God, Bang." Safa grabs Arifin's hand after kissing her. The man breathed slowly.

"No, really. That's good." he replied before moving on. The girl took two Qur'an before approaching her husband again. "Can you read the Qur'an?" ask Safa then.

"I used to njai, only up to juz five. That was when I was Junior."

"That means you can read a little?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"We read the same from juz one more. Okay?"

"Yes, Fa." Excited, the man immediately opened his mushaf from behind.

"Rone thing. The Qur'an is not rich in books. Not from the right," he said with a laugh.

"Astaghfirullah–"

"No papa. Yuk, starting from berta'afudz, then basmalah..."

In that morning. The two taught together. Although it sounds very difficult and seems tiring. Arifin kept trying to survive, reading verse by verse until two letters had been read. Safa deliberately did not continue to Al Baqarah. Because of seeing her husband's abilities as well. Yes, this is the beginning for him. Being the wife of an Afin Anka. A man whose religious knowledge is absolutely zero. He also has to be patient with everything. And hope that in the future it will be even better.

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At 08:58

Some of the people who became Arifin's work team arrived. His private office is on the first floor, right next to his mansion. The place was deliberately made for the shooting studio, as well as a storage warehouse for endorsement items.

Like today. They're getting ready with cameras and so on. Among them bring in the endorse goods that have just arrived.

Safa looked at the busyness from a distance. Because it is an average man. He did not dare to approach.

Her husband seems to be preparing, although it is too early to return to work after the previous day of marriage.

Laughter sounded loud on the first floor, they-they started a briefing before starting shooting.

"So, is this really the script to be changed? And it's cool we want to use a talent woman." Ask Biyan to make sure.

"Yes. Cave change because in that script the cave must be a sexy girl. No!"

"But this is Om Brody's request."

"He's not the cave manager anymore."

"Well?!" Biyan looked confused. All of a sudden?

"Alane! Where's the new script here–" call him to another crew. The man with the gray round hat immediately approached, and handed over the script.

"Here, Bang."

"Try, you read." Hand the paper over to his assistant.

Abiyan grabbed it and read. After that, breathe. "The good old man before, brother. Afin's sister walks after spraying her perfume. Keep following two girl talents."

"Ck! Nope! The cave doesn't want to take style, hot anymore."

"Yaaaah, Brother."

"Haram, Yan. It's Haram!"

"Haram what the hell, brother. People usually also gini."

"It is just haram, the same decrees that are not muhrim." The man patted Abiyan's shoulder gently. "Yeah, everybody, get to work!" The thrill then while walking towards the shooting point.

"The last few months he's been out of his mind. From a sudden prayer five times. Ampe doesn't want to be whipped with a sexy girl. Does his brain slide right into rehab, huh?"

Amidst his astonishment, the man turned his head towards the twelve o'clock from his standing position. The shadow of the hijab-wearing girl seemed to have just entered in a hurry.

"Eh, that was what, huh? People, right?" Biyan kept staring at the door. Biyan should have known that Arifin was married. Of course what he saw was his wife. But yeah, maybe he forgot.

"Woy! Biyanu! The...!" Shouted Arifin calling out to him. The man scratched his head, before turning towards the side garden of the house.

Safa who was still leaning behind the wall seemed silent thinking of something. Then he decided to go to the second floor.