Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 49

Adzan Ashar has been. The woman in the grey hijab rushed into the woman's Saf, which was mostly filled with old men. Surely the appearance of Safa a little attention of some of them are only a handful only. Several times Safa bowed the typical Indonesian greeting sign, on the spy who could not be separated observing from top to bottom.

A black mukena was wearing. The woman sat next to the elderly woman with a smile. Before long, Iqamah was in. They also began to pray.

After the prayer, Safa recited and prayed for a while. Before a hand touches it. The woman looked to the right side.

"the art of yeni gordu guzel." said the elderly woman while showing her amazed look. (I just saw you, pretty girl)

Safa herself did not know what to answer other than to smile. Because he doesn't know what it means.

"Adniz ne?" Follow the other mothers while tilting her head to look at Safa. (What's your name?)

The more questions made Safa confused. But he understood this last word. The question was asked by Uncle Emir and Aunt Zaenab when they first met face to face.

"Ahhhhh... My Name is Safa. From Indonesia."

"That?" Questions hanging.

"Australia, Asia..." Says Safa explained.

"Well, Endonezya..." A crisp laugh was shown the fat-clothed woman. (Because, Indonesia)

"O about duydum. MashaAllah.." she said with a sparkling face. (I've heard the name of the country.)

Safa itself only mangosteen do not understand, while also saying MashaAllah. While the mothers were still looking in amazement while slowly pointing to the frilly face. Back to the top down.

"Ve ma'am, ne giyiyorsun?" The mukena Safa. (And that, what are you wearing?)

"Emm, this?" Safa held her face. The woman nodded too. Indeed, if seen only he who uses mukena. While others are not. "In our country, we call it Mukenah."

The elderly woman touched the hands of other mothers. "Ne anlama geliyordu?" (What does it mean?)

"Bilmiyorum says. Ingilizce kullaniyor." she replied with a laugh. (I don't know. He uses English.).

"This is Mukenah. Mu-to-nah..." Safa explained as much as she could. After capturing the signal that they were also confused. Then followed with the mother mentioned the word Mukenah. Safa smiled as she nodded.

"MashaAllah..." While continuing to speak Turkish they praised the Indonesian prayer clothes. Not to mention with socks that have room for the big toe, like the one Safa uses. It was really a new thing that they saw during their lives. Because in Turkey there is no such type of socks. He even praised that Indonesians are so creative.

All are spoken in Turkish. Little did he know by way of capturing their expressions. Marking if they are admiring from head to toe Safa. The woman also spoke English. Because for her to have spoken long enough, her husband and Uncle Emir must have been waiting for her.

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Sure enough, outside Afin had waited long enough. The man with the thick coat stood alone in front of the mosque after asking Uncle to come back first.

While repeatedly exhaling, as well as small movements to dispel the cold that has really pierced to the bone.

"Bang, I'm sorry, I'm old." Safa hurriedly approached. The man looked back. Instantly grateful, Safa finally came out as well. "It must be cold. Should've waited inside."

"No papa, Fa. If you wait inside you won't even see me. I see, you must be old dhikr as usual ."

"I didn't think long."

"Continue?" He asked as he grabbed Safa's hand and put her in one of the bags.

Safa herself can feel the coldness of Arifin's hand even though it is covered in thick gloves. Both began to step foot.

"So I talked to the mothers, until I forgot about time. Because they're all welcome."

"Yes, is it?"

"He'em..." Nodding.

"They speak Turkish?" Ask Afin curiously.

"Yes!"

"Can you respond to their conversation?"

"Emmm..." Safa shakes. "Unfortunately, I don't understand their language. Just answer everything you can in English. But I'm glad they're friendly. They even admired what Safa was wearing..."

"Just guess what, Bang. Hehe..." Safa head rests to the side. Slithering spoiled on the arm of Afin Anka. Both legs were back.

"If I used to speak Turkish. Must've been a chat..." Slowly connect.

"You have to learn Turkish with me."

"Can? Does your brother want to teach Safa?" The gray-hijabed woman raised her head. Offset the face of her husband.

"You are, time is not." Picking Safa's nose gnashy. The woman chuckled happily.

"So not patient."

"me too. Hopefully, later what lessons will I give to Master, huh? The power will be more than just learning a language."

"meaning?" Safa frowned. And found a naughty grin from her husband's lips.

"Chat will connect him on the bed, if it's not cool!" whisper it near the ear. The woman by his side glared for a moment which invited Arifin's anxious laughter.

The cold smoke from their breath was completely thick every time the two of them opened their mouths to speak. The journey continues with a little speeding up their legs. In order to get to the house of Uncle Emir at once say goodbye. And while in the room, the middle-aged man actually offered to drive the two of them to the hotel.

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The sky is getting dark. Safa's tired body still forced herself to walk on the sidewalk before returning to the hotel.

Tonight, they can actually have dinner at the hotel where the two are staying. But Safa was bored, and she wanted to eat rice. Be they walk a little far to find a restaurant that provides rice as a staple dish.

"Temperature is getting down–" said Afin while checking the thermometer on his phone.

"We have to hurry up to the hotel."

"Yes.." Afin's long steps slightly swallowed when he realized Safa was like unable to walk fast. "Are you sure you're tired?" Ask Afin.

"Little bit. But I'm happy..." Safa's smile expands.

"Tomorrow we'll rest all day at the hotel. Because tomorrow I'll take you to a place you might like."

"What's that place?" Ask while stopping the steps.

Afin smiled for a moment before answering. "Cappadocia" he answered, rubbing one of his wife's cheeks.

"Cappadocia?" Safa repeats. The woman had no idea what kind of place Cappadocia was.

"A beautiful plateau. An ancient region in one of southern central Turkey. Nice place. And, we can ride a big hot air balloon over there."

"Air balloon? Really?" Both of his eyes instantly sparkled. Not to mention when Afin nodded. "MashaAllah –" he muttered continuing.

Along with a gentle swab at the head of Safa. Something started to fall. Afin and Safa compactly stared into the sky. The snow white spots started to fall. The people around them also focus on the snow.

"Bang, Snow! Snow's Down, Bang!" Pekik Safa was half in disbelief. Slowly, Afin turned to the woman in front of him, holding both hands to catch the snow from the sky.

A smile was shown by Afin. Responding to the actions of Safa who tried to touch the snow.

"MashaAllah, look at this, Bang...!" he yelled while showing white spots on top of his gloves on Afin. "It turns out the snow picture that I've been seeing is real. It's like snow on my glove."

"Yes Fa..." Afin touching. Although he himself has known for a long time about the original form of snow. But he still showed an impression of amazement in front of Safa.

"I was suddenly curious. What's this rich taste like?" Safa put her hand to her own lips.

"Don't eat it dirty, honey." Afin chuckled while preventing, as Safa was about to try it.

"Hahaha, I'm just curious. Subhanallah... Allah Akbar!" The tawhid sentences continue to be spoken. Admire one of the natural phenomena that has only once in his lifetime seen it.

"We need to hurry back. We'll all get wet."

"Ahh, yes... I'm keasan. This is the first time Safa saw snow falling from the sky, Bang. Very pretty."

"I don't think there's anything prettier than you in my eyes." His whisper while grabbing Safa's hand then took her away, without caring for the two cheeks of Safa who met because of the compliment earlier.