Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 34

After a small, unintentional dispute between Safa and Afin that afternoon, it brought alienation back to the two. The long tail of honesty that is never uttered by a man who has a thin bracket in the area of his jawbone.

A coward! That's what's appropriate for an Afin Anka. The fear of loss makes his common sense unable to reach the facts that will happen. Because what he did was the beginning of a ruin if only he did not get out of his comfort zone.

Now only, Safa's disappointment grew stronger.

Not to mention the absence of good faith for Afin changed. His nature that seems sweet but actually not so. The doubts deepened in Safa's heart.

Actually, what is your feeling to Safa?

Inner Safa kept wondering. After that man continued to play his feelings. Makes him feel for a moment above the clouds but immediately crashed without warning.

However, the girl could not go anywhere. Because, in spite of the inner living that he does not receive. Indeed, Afin includes men who are meek. Right, on the glass screen he was impressed by a slang man who could not filter every word spoken from his mouth. Who would have thought behind the impression of a bad boy, Afin has a good personality if at home, he is classified as a smooth and responsible man. Especially to the mother.

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It's been another day since they didn't talk to each other. Safa did not want this to drag on, because quarreling for more than three days then sinned both.

The girl placed a cup of coffee on a round table, close to the position of Afin who was sitting alone while putting together her work project with a tab. The man looked up, responding to what he had received. Safa's service to her has not changed at all. Even though he seems to ignore it.

Safa's smile puffed up briefly after it had passed following Afin's head. He really wanted a real friendly moment. Just once again, that desire was still inferior to his fear.

A sigh made Afin even more uncomfortable. He wanted to ask her to talk. But his tongue was stiff. He saw the girl come back and sit in the other seat holding the mushaf.

"I want to pay here. Hopefully you are not disturbed" he said, opening a small Qur'an in hand.

"I cannot be bothered by the verses of Allah. Please just go ahead." Afin responded before returning to hold the iPad pen.

Safa nodded slowly. The husband is back focused on his job. Without touching the cup of coffee that was served to him. He also tried to ignore it because it does not matter his feelings now. She was just trying to show that loving her husband sincerely was the way to God's heaven.

The clock is moving fast. It's Maghrib time. The girl prepared to close her mushaf before rushing to fetch some ablution water.

Afin saw that his wife was about to get in, without considering that she grabbed Safa's wrist to hold the girl in.

"It's Sunday night, just wanna come out with me for a second, won't you?" Suddenly asked.

Like a torrent of water in the middle of a drought. This time her husband took her out together. All this time never. Boro-boro took her away. Talking at length is rare. Afin is too busy with all the work in the world of artistry.

"When did Safa come out?" Half-believed Safa asked again.

"Yes, Fa. I want to eat out with you." His body turned a little. Facing Safa.

"But not afraid. If anyone knows you?" Tanya Safa then. The man shook his head. His right hand was still tightly holding onto Safa's wrist.

"No problem. Let it be, everyone knows who my wife is. A lot of people know. If I'm married."

Safa was pleased, she nodded. Maybe this is a good start for their relationship to become more attached.

"We pray first, yes."

"Yes.., Guzelim."

Safa was stunned for a moment to see Arifin's sincere smile even though it looked faint. The man got up, hugged the tab with his left hand. His right hand was still holding Safa. Step into the room.

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Moments after the service, Afin turned his body back. Until the two eyes meet each other. Afin smiled stiffly, for the sake of melting the atmosphere as well as Safa.

The alienation felt before began to erode back. When she held the hand of the girl with a black face who was about to remove the rope on her head.

"Let me let go" he asked. Afin took off the bowstring and took it off. A loving look was shown. Afin smiled, looking at Safa's beautiful, shady face.

A kiss landed on the forehead with a duration that is not short. He really wants more than that. But never mind, just a frown. He was afraid that he would do more than a kiss on the lips that was actually halal to do.

"Yuk, get ready," he asked then after releasing his kiss while rubbing Safa's face with both hands.

"Yes, Bang." The girl nodded stiffly. It felt like his heart was about to fall. It's just a kiss on the forehead. It has made his heart feel in the growth of thousands of flowers that bloom simultaneously.

Now they start preparing. Wearing the best clothes, not yet Safa finished installing hijab. Men with high posture look ready. Wear jeans and long sleeves in black. Of course with a brand that is not cheap, written large on the chest. Safa was really impressed by her husband's appearance. Who is styling hair with special hair cream.

Oh my God, my husband is that cool. I will walk the same way with him. –Safa looks at himself in the mirror. Black color with black pasmina patterned white flowers that he will use. Actually makes the girl look graceful. But, it was as if the world he and Afin were different. Safa still feels unequal to her husband's appearance tonight.

"Fa?" Afin's voice made the girl aghast in shock as she turned to the right side. Where her husband stood while styling his own hair. "Kok even daydream? Come on!"

"Yes, Bang." The girl re-attached her passport. Even in the best possible shape, he still did not forget the shari'at to extend it to the chest.

Afin realized the clothes his wife wore had the same color as the color of the shirt he used. It made Afin feel happy. Because there is no deal. They've been wearing matching clothes.

Maybe this is what we call sehati. Afin's lips covered the smile. Safa really looks beautiful and matches her makeup. It looks natural and fresh.

A few minutes passed. Once all is ready the car goes. Down the streets of the capital that still looks crowded. A small drizzle is visible from the car glass.

The girl constantly glanced towards Afin. The fragrant aroma of her perfume really made her palpitate even more. Arifin is handsome, and has a strong aroma. He admitted that from the beginning of his meeting.

But especially tonight, it seems that the man really maximized his appearance so his level of fondness overcame all the beauty in this world. Yeah, it's just an exaggerated figure of speech. Hehe.

Hopefully my appearance is not shy. –Safa continues to worry about his appearance despite not getting a bad response from Afin. But still he was afraid that he would make Afin ashamed.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked while looking at Safa for a moment.

"Safa goes with Abang aja. Safa doesn't know what to eat."

"Seafood doyan, right? Or Japanese food?"

"I like seafood" he replied. Because he knows men do not like the word 'whatever' which is usually answered by women if asked.

"All right, we eat that. I want to find a private room restaurant. Let's eat it." Arifin looked at me with a smile. The girl also replied. As both hands squeezed the seat belt that crossed the chest out of nervousness. He looked back to the front.

Arrive in the restaurant parking area. The man had trouble opening the door because of another car that was suddenly parked next to him.

"Excuse me, your car is too here...!" Afin chided softly after lowering his glass. But it seemed like the car on his side did not respond. "Sorry! Can you position the car correctly? I can't open the door."

"Bang, he's not as scary as possible" said Safa, who had not yet stepped out of their car.

"Per?" Afin who was about to speak again was instantly silent as the car glass next to him opened. He was shocked to see who was inside. Someone who instantly made him fixated on the spot.