Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
chapter 30

Dusk came to welcome a car that had just arrived in the courtyard of Afin Anka's mansion. A hooded woman in official clothes got down from the car cheerfully.

"The house was so quiet, did Arif and Safa leave again?" Mommy closes the door to fix the clothes that are slightly raised because of sitting.

"Mrs Ayattul!" A woman working at Arif's house greeted as she grabbed the parcel that the middle-aged woman was holding.

"Where are my children, Ma'am? What else is not home?" tanyakanya.

"Aden used to work in the back house since morning, ma'am. If it's Non Safa in her room," replied the woman standing in a simple short suit.

"Why isn't that kid on holiday?" Mumbled as he stepped in.

***

In room...

Safa had just finished her bath and changed her clothes. He really feels bored because he does everything in this house. Although there was a husband, but the man only entered for worship and eating. There wasn't much conversation between those times together. Safa even realized something, her husband kind of avoided her. Although the rush was tepis with positive things. He must understand, what kind of work Afin.

A knock made him get up from the chair. Closing the small mushaf he wanted to read while waiting for the time of magrib.

Cklaaafck! when the door opens. The warm figure of Bu Ayattul greeted him with a smile.

"Assalamualaikum, my daughter." Ms. Ayattul greeted him first.

"Walaikumsalam. MashaAllah, Mother. When dateng? Sorry Safa didn't welcome outside." The girl kissed the back of her mother-in-law's hand before hugging.

"Just came, really. Mommy runs out of the office keeps stopping by because of your miss. Mother also brought food for us to dinner together."

"MashaAllah, thank you Mother."

"Either. We're talking outside, yuk."

"Yes Mother." Safa smiled happily. Finally, he has a friend in the house. After being confused about what.

He was actually trying to interact with domestic assistants. But it seems like they are all still awkward. So most answer every question presented in short words. Without throwing questions back. Of course that would make Safa awkward too. Worried that they won't talk.

In the spacious living room, they sat down casually. Next to the long chair. Two cups of tea and a small teapot made of glass are served. The aroma of fragrant tea is very soothing to middle-aged women who have been active all day. Ms. Ayattul sipped a little of her tea after that putting it again on the lambar.

At the same time, Afin came to them.

"Mother, has it been since?" He asked after kissing the back of his hand.

"New," he answered a little. "Why are you still busy? You guys just got married? Even though the honeymoon is in retreat until school holidays, you still have to maximize your time together. Don't be busy yourself."

Bu Ayattul slightly reprimanded Arif. The man glanced at Safa who was silent. Turning to look at him, made Arif's heart feel guilty.

"Just finish the contract you've already taken, Bun. And that's a bit much, "he replied quietly before glancing back at his wife again who was seen close to his mother. Their hands are holding each other too.

"But you have to take time, Rif. Wherever you are the newlyweds."

"Bun, sorry Safa interrupted. Bang Arif also took his time. Not leaving Safa. And Safa understands that." Safa's smile that looks sincere makes the tensed veins of Bu Ayattul so loosened.

"Mother just doesn't want you to feel alone in this house."

"No, Mother. Sometimes we spend a few hours together. In the room" he replied again. Arif who heard that did not make a sound.

"Yes, if that's the truth. Mommy is relieved, son," he said as he rubbed Safa's hand. A few minutes later, the Maghrib reverberated. They prayed together in that house. Along with Crew who works with Arifin.

This made them, for the first time, see the face of Arifin's wife.

Oh, so Afin's wife is hijab-wearing. Pantesan so much better about haram and halal. Emmm, Don't-don't that I saw earlier it was also him. –Gumam Abiyan shortly after seeing Safa's face.

***

The night is late...

Abiyan was left there who had not finished discussing with Afin. Related management.

"So Brother hasn't found a replacement for Om Brody?" Ask.

Afin turned his head slowly, before returning to the iPad in hand. "After all, the candidate exists. Cuman, the cave can't contract him yet."

"Why, Brother. Isn't it faster, better? We are not lost either."

Afin daydreams. Think about Brody who's gone without any greetings. Do not rule out the man will come with more anger than this if suddenly his position was replaced by someone else. Because, he was also an important influence in his debut first.

Where did that guy actually run away to? Now, adsense also really does not go into the cave account. Gua is grateful that she decided to leave the cave life even though the biggest income of the cave goes to all of him. But still, the cave is worried about this marriage relationship.

Afin now does not take a penny from his Youtube results. And only rely on endorsement money. That is why he is no longer picky in taking the endorsement as before. Because if it's still like it used to be, it'll be hard. Although his assets are still many.

"Sister!"

"Yes!" Afin was shocked.

"Dih, daydreaming. Discussions were even dumbfounded..."

"Gua's not dumb, Biyan."

"Continue?"

"Gua thought again. How about if the cave closes the old account keep starting YouTube with new Chanel."

Biyan showed a lazy expression. "The feeling that the cave asked for was the manager, bye! Why become a new account."

"I mean, just whitening. We're changing that new account."

"Not wrong with this, brother?!"

"No. Emang Lu thought something was wrong with the cave initiative earlier?" Afin.

"Clearly!" Abiyan took off her hat trying to be as patient as possible. "Yes, Brother. A YouTubers with ten thousand subscribers already cry Bombay if his account is banned. Especially the brother who has millions. That is, your brother is not dear, the same account before. Not necessarily, everyone wants to move to a new Chanel. Hadeeeh..."

Afin sighed. "Cave knows, Yan."

"Well, continues?" Ask.

"It doesn't go on. Yes, that's it, lupain. It's just bullshit, really. Sana Lu came home, it's eleven o'clock mallem, nih."

"Iyess, Boss!" Abiyan put up his hat again. "He who discussed the beginning was even told to lupain, strange!" his lips watered while arranging things into his sling bag. Arif himself is just a head bobble.

"Bring those brownies together with the cookie jar."

Without answering the man wrapped the food delivery of the owners who use the services of Arifin endorsement.

"What about the manager?" Ask again.

"Entar cave think again. Sana unplug, gih! careful."

"Ready!" Abiyan carried her sling bag and carried a medium-sized scraping bag filled with food. Before walking out approached the parked car in front of the production house Afin Anka.

A horn sounded a few moments after the man entered and started the engine. Afin who was sitting on the porch answered with his hand raised slightly without looking at the car.

A few moments passed without feeling. Afin seemed to rub his sore eyes. I am busy with the iPad in my hand. Set up a list for several incoming jobs.

"Geekkkim!" He yawned while glancing at the watch that already showed at one o'clock in the night. His body really feels tired. "I don't think it's this hour. Safa may have gone to sleep."

His body is really tired. He should be on leave for a few days. However, apparently tonight he had to stay up until morning.