Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 46

Blaaar!

The lights of the hotel room welcomed the body of a couple from Indonesia. After 11 hours of travel from Jakarta to Istanbul, they can finally enjoy the city of Istanbul which reaches minus twelve degrees Celsius.

A man from the room service told me, anything in the room including how to use his electronic goods using English.

After the man finished saying goodbye out, do not forget also Afin gave 300 Turkish Lira as a tip. The man then said thanks.

The door closed again, the warm air released by the air heating machine began to feel, and enough to neutralize the cold from outside earlier.

Safa took off both of her gloves. After that rub his hands to be warmer after it was felt frozen.

"It's not the height of winter yet. But it was as cold as this–" Afin took off his Coat, leaving a blue sweater with a long collar covering the entire length of his neck.

"Yes, because we're used to tropical weather." Safa smiled, both her cheeks and nose were already flushed. Even the veiled woman felt her nose continue to water.

"You must be so cold?"

"Yes.." the milk chocolate hooded woman smiled faintly. "But it's better anyway, right into the hotel building," he added later.

Afin himself immediately took the initiative, rubbed his hands and then put the warm palm to Safa's cheeks. The movement he did repeatedly until Safa really felt warm.

"Where?" Ask still in the position of sticking the palm on his wife's cheek. The woman nodded.

"Warm.." she replied happily. Along with the romantic moment, the sound of a constant stomach makes both of them silent. But then the laughter of Afin sounded.

"You hungry?"

"Slightly, when we had already sped to eat at the airport," replied Safa a little shy.

"No papa, the cold makes us hungry easily. Going out again, right? Nearby is the legendary delicious Kofte restaurant."

The woman thought for a moment but then shook her head as she felt her warm body.

"No, Bang. Mager...it's cold outside. I'm comfortable here."

"Yes, let me order the room service." Afin rose up to the room phone attached to the wall. After that, I spoke Turkish.

My brother is really fluent in Turkish. Even his accent follows a native. (Safa)

The man closed his phone and turned to Safa.

"There will soon be food coming. You want to clean first, don't you? The shower can be warm."

Safa nodded. Although his body did not feel sticky but he still had to shower after eleven hours of travel. And a few minutes he went through for the sake of pampering himself with warm water, his body that was tired immediately became comfortable.

Afin was sitting on the sofa with food on a small table. The service was pretty quick too.

"Here..." Afin patted the seat surface. Slowly Safa sat by his side watching Afin swish the bread before putting some of it in the cream of the soup.

"Cobain, this is Mercimek's name. One of the soups that I often eat when I'm here. Sometimes Mother makes it, but it's a little different if you eat in her home country." Afin directs the first feed for Safa.

The woman immediately said bismillah while holding her hair with her left hand, so as not to eat. Safa immediately put the soup from Afin's hand into her mouth. It felt quite foreign at the beginning, yet he was still able to enjoy it.

"Nake?"

"Lumayan, but my tongue still needs adaptation. But for a long time savory taste dominated. Nice, Bang."

The man smiled, he tasted too. The longing for food was a little treated. Afin mangosteen enjoy. More than two mouthfuls went into his own mouth.

"From now on, we're just eating bread. I haven't met rice here."

"Emmm.. here, it does make bread, potatoes and, rice as a staple food. But most of them eat bread. To be paired with other food. Like this..."

Afin again directed a mouthful of soup cream to Safa who was immediately devoured.

"Many processed foods mixed with potatoes and nuts. Or maybe bread. And if there are already two components in the food then there is no need to look for rice anymore. Very different from Indonesia, right?"

Safa nodded. "We're not going to be full without rice."

"Well..." Afin brandished his thumb until the two laughed, dissolving in chatter.

"My body became warmer," he said, responded with a nod of Afin's head sign agreed.

Safa's tongue now begins to match the Mercimek Torbasi he is enjoying with Afin. Until the second is a lot of silence, for the sake of focusing on food on the table.

"Bang, you've been here a lot, haven't you?"

"Why?" ask before biting the tip of the garlic bread that has a crisp texture it.

"Abang is fluent in Turkish. Furthermore, Brother is also rich in memorizing the foods here. To the extent that it has a favorite food."

The man smiled, finishing off the portion of bread that still filled his mouth cavity. After that, drink the warm milk.

"I used to live here, one year after hearing of Baba's death."

"That papa?"

"My father" replied Afin. Safa was stunned to look at her face, although she did not show an expression of sadness. "So I went to Baba's family. To introduce myself. Yes, there was one uncle who accepted me. He's Baba's brother, I lived with him for a year. Learning culture, and so on. Tomorrow we'll meet Amca at Baba's grave."

Safa mangosteen, it seems like a trip to Turkey is not only for honeymoon. But on the trail, her husband's journey found a large family from his father here.