Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 2

The earth he inhabits now is suddenly dark, when He should have known. That, the consequence of admiring someone before marriage is that he must be prepared to get the greatest possibility. That is, unrequited love.

Safa never expected, in the end Rumi would know about her feelings. And now, he was not wrong to have to reject this matchmaking. Because, who wants to be forced? He also has the right to choose.

When Shafa was crying himself. Fathul Qulum out. He stared at the princess. Because he was there since.

His instincts as a father can be felt. Her little elf was feeling a tightness at this moment. I understand how Safa feels. However, he could not blame Rumi either.

Ulum approached his quenched penis, then touched his shoulder slowly. Shafa also gasped. He quickly wiped away the trace of his tears, which had been caught by his father with a look of pity.

"Nobody forbids anyone to cry, Safa." Ulum grabbed his daughter's hand. Stop the movement of rubbing done by Safa.

The girl lowered her head, while biting the tip of her own lower lip.

"Something you say will come back. At least equal or maybe better than you want."

Only Safa's unwilling voice was heard, as well as the many nodding movements that were given in response from her.

"God knows, you were expecting it. But maybe not the one God hopes for you. You will get the minimum as He. I believe that."

"Yes, Dad." Both of Shafa's hands were coiled around Ulum's waist holding him as he pleased.

"Prophey! Daddy's son is strong. You're the Solehah woman I have. You'll definitely get Sholeh's man too." Ulum tipped the base of Safa's head which was still as much as it pleased. Trying to strengthen Safa, to be stronger again. "In hindsight, all this has its silver lining" he continued.

"Mah?" Safa asked hoarsely, still in a position to hug her father.

"Yes, because I really don't want to, you know, being dosed by you. I still want you to love only one father, hehehe." Ulum who was trying to melt the atmosphere was able to make Safa laugh a little and tighten her embrace.

"Shafa loves you, Dad" he murmured.

"Same dong then." Replying to the child's embrace, the two laughed softly. "Emmm– walk, yuk!"

"Walk?"

"Yes! But just the two of you. What will we snack on, so. want, no. date with dad?" invite Ulum to offer.

"If both, will Qonni not be envious? And if you're looking for us, what?" Safa was getting excited. The dark passageway in his heart was slightly luminous, though it still felt dim.

Ulum placed his index finger on his own lips. "Secretly so, yuk! Let's grab the keys to the bike first, yeah."

"But Safa washes her face. 'Kan, cry out," his whine spoiled.

"Uluh-yuluh–" An anxious Ulum rubbed his son's head. "Yes already, sana! Spieles, yeah. Mumpung Qonni same mom hasn't come home yet."

"Hehehe... Yes, father." The girl stroked the Father's arm which looked excited for the sake of comforting herself. While both enter the house, towards their respective goals. After that, Safa came back out. Surely Ulum is ready on the bike.

"Come, hunt! Later the same mother Qonni hunted home." The middle-aged man had his old motorbike turned upside down. When Safa was closing the door of the house while smiling and shaking her head.

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The old motorbike brought the two to divide the city which is still quite hot because time has shifted to afternoon.

Sadness still lingered in his heart. Who says sincere is easy, it is not as easy as when we say the word sincere itself. So that the clear grains of the pain marker are still stagnant until it completely dries swept away by the wind.

Yeah, he just needs time to really let go of something that went that way. But this is better, anyway. With the firmness of Rumi the To the points say honest things that might hurt a little. At least with that honesty, he can stop to admire the figure of a man who is not halal for him.

Ulum motor turns to one of the mosque's courts is quite large and beautiful, the sound of Adzan ashar apparently has reverberated and disperse the daydreams of Safa.

"Alhamdulillah. Let's pray first, yeah," the father took off his helmet.

Safa smiled as she got off the bike.

The two also walked, and separated towards their respective ablution places. After taking the water. Of course the girl immediately rushed to the place of the women worshipers. moment he passed a room that is still in the say outside the mosque, but has quite entered into.

Where there are bookshelves, and a refrigerator containing mineral water in the cup packaging. Of course, mineral water is free for pilgrims who want to consume it.

His steps continued to walk towards one of the glass doors where special women worshipers.

But before that, he stopped. Because something was troubling her view. He looked over for a moment, towards the left side of the books. It was right next to the end of the stairs leading to the second floor.

Safa's focus is not on the bookshelf there. Rather, there was a young man with a brown leather jacket, sitting leaning against the wall. His face was not clearly visible, as it was covered in a book that read 'death does not wait for you to age.'

She's sleeping, isn't she? Not praying, actually... The girl hurriedly silenced her own mouth when her mind suddenly shook by itself.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim. indeed my faith is as good as anything to blaspheme others," he continued, he entered after being greeted by one of the foreign women with a smile, because he was also about to enter.

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The limb area...

A father and son, was eating a dish of taichan satay which is classified as Safa's favorite food. Ulum deliberately ordered about fifty skewers for them to eat together.

Somewhat excessive actually according to Safa, especially satay in this store is quite expensive. Because it is famous for its delicious spices, as well as large cuts of meat. Very happy to eat it.

"A lot of messages, Dad?" Safa whispered as the food was presented in front of her.

"No papa, I just want to make you smile."

"But not gini either. It may not end."

"Can be wrapped up" he suggested, chuckling. The girl responded with a sigh. His father was like that, always trying to please his children even though sometimes it will make it difficult for himself. "Eat, not in the pelotti."

"Yes Dad..."

"The barrel is deliberately separated so that if it does not run out, we can take it home without being scrambled everything."

"Yes." Yeah." Safa responded with a smile. The girl took one of her skewers and tried it.

"Enak, right? Cute, dong. The legen shop! In the past, you could only buy one or two servings to eat a family. Now I can buy five portions at a time for us to eat both." Laughing followed with Safa as well.

He remembered it, and was grateful. Now her family's financial condition has started to improve. Although not much, but at least their families are not lacking anymore.