Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 52

"Yahoooo! It's My Dream, Ma'am! My Dreams!" Qonni screamed hysterically from across the street, seconds after the video call was received by his older sister.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim, greetings first rules. You, nih! Wanna make some hangers, huh?" Safa grunted while stroking the chest. Who became his interlocutor actually laughed loosely.

"O Allah, Ma'am to Cappadocia? Iiiih, get on the big balloon again."

Safa's smile. "Alhamdulillah, Deck."

"Bikin envy you know, anyway?"

"I pray one day you can feel it too."

"Aamiin yes rabbal alamin..." Excited with passion. Safa also shook her head.

"By the way, you know where. Ma'am to Cappadocia?"

"From Kak Afin's post."

"Post?" The woman looked to the right side. The place where Afin sits on the sofa while live on his social media account. Then return to the phone screen itself.

"Yes. Posts...duh, really auto rame tau that comments. Everyone admired Kak Afin's words, "he said excitedly.

Safa herself was a little curious, indeed what kind of post Afin? He has never opened social media. Even just talking about her own husband's account she never did.

"There's no greetings from Mom and Dad." Qonni turned to another language. When his mother went into the room and sat next to him just to see Safa's face.

"MashaAllah, Mom."

"Sir, how are you?" Aida asked pleased. When he saw the beautiful face of his eldest daughter.

"Thank God, Mom. What kind of father's mother?"

"Alhamdulillah. How's Nduk there? He said it was cold, right? I saw your photo. Cantiiiik. MashaAllah, the place is also very nice huh?"

Safa nodded. "Yes, Mom. Very good... Do you want to come here?"

That question made the netra Afin shift up. Slowly listen to his wife's conversation with his family in Jakarta, and ignore the thousands of questions in his Live comment field. He smiled faintly, it seems that coming here with the Safa family and the Mother would be more pleasant.

"No, you are enough to be the eyes of the mother. Point the camera and I can see it from here." They laugh softly.

"MashaAllah, tomorrow... Safa's gonna record more to show Mom, yeah."

"Yes, Nduk. Must it. Hahaha.. Have you eaten?"

"Udah... Mother herself? Emm, what's cooking today?" The woman with instant bergo the color of the feet was getting washed away in the chatter.

"Udah too. Today I'm cooking eggplant balado together Dad made tempe mendoan for dinner."

"MashaAllah, Safa so want to eat tempe mendoan made by Dad." Before long the man with the black color peci showed himself with a smile.

"Surely, is this a kangen mendoan made by Dad?" Clinging suddenly. Both Safa netra are back to condense.

"Dad, MashaAllah." the woman nodded slowly. "That's kangen. Here there is no food that can treat the misses of Mother and Father's cooking."

"Halaaaah, you can do it." Aida chuckles.

"Obviously there is no. Our cuisine is special, ma'am." Ulum. They also laugh back. Though only a few days left Indonesia, but longing for his family has pulsed in Safa's chest.

"Yes... Here the food is good, just keep kangen cuisine there."

"It should. Immediately in the State of the People. Still, the country itself will never be forgotten. Later if you have gone home mother masakin balado your favorite eggplant."

"The same tempe mendoan..." Ulum Saut.

"Know Aci also dong, Daddy!" Qonni won't lose.

"Yes, we'll do all of that together. If both of your brothers come home from Turkey."

"Yes!" Reply Qonni is pleased.

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The woman who was sitting on the bed turned to her husband who was still talking to the fans.

Instantly recalled Qonni's words earlier. Safa became curious about the post she meant earlier. The woman opened one of the apps that she rarely opened.

Fortunately, he has a very private account. No one knows, the account full of photos with Islamic words of pearl is his. Including his own students. Because Safa uses the name, Scratches of the sinner. There are already quite a lot of people who follow, even almost twenty thousand followers.

Safa type name Afin Anka. With a following of over twenty million, the man truly became the idol of the women.

Slowly he scrolls the screen up. All full of photos of Afin himself in various styles. And, there is only one photo of himself that has only two hours uploaded by the Selebgram.

Girl with mocha color coat, photographed from the side. Safa's face is not very visible, but Afin is really smart to take photos. Safa's sweet smile from the side was still visible, with a tinge of sunrise light. The shade of his face was perfect.

The photo even got millions of likes from Arifin fans. But what makes him more silent is the caption.

Caption: You know, in this world we can easily find beauty. However, how does it feel when you find a beauty that never once showed the light of beauty to just anyone. And, it becomes all yours ... You are the best thing that happened to me. (You're the best thing that happened to me)

The woman closed her mouth. "MashaAllah –"

Looking towards Afin again. The man who sat on the sofa facing the mobile phone placed on the tripod was increasingly cool to read one comment after another and reply to him. She wanted to hug her husband right then and there. And say thank you for what he wrote for her. Not to mention, the comments of the netizens are quite a lot of positive. Some are annoying but not many.

Iseng Safa presses the profile picture of Afin. She entered her husband's live. However, Afin later found out about Safa's account. The man smiled when he saw the name of the Scratches of the sinner enter his live broadcast.

The man also lifted his net. "Earmmmm..." He cleared his throat until his wife turned to him as well. Then Afin extended his hand to the back of the phone. Shows the love shape of the index finger and thumb.

Safa smiled sweetly... He immediately rushed out of the Afin broadcast, and put his phone on the table. Then she took off her hijab. Prepare to sleep.

While the husband smiled with anxiety. Before returning to the screen the phone reconnects a few questions from the fans. Just take the last two comments anyway. Before terminating.

"Guys, let's end the Live tonight. I'm sorry, it can't take long, for a few days. Okay! Thanks for everything... See you." Afin immediately turned off his Live show and moved closer to Safa who had closed his eyes.

A slow movement felt Safa who had not been completely sound. Afin sat by her side and kissed Safa on the cheek.

"You're so tired, huh?" Whisper Afin while gently rubbing the head of the wife.

"Not really, Bang." he answered, opening his eyes.

Afin entered into the thick blanket and then sucked his hands into the neck after it embraced him.

"I'm actually boking only two nights here. If you're tired tomorrow, we'll postpone the trip back to Istanbul."

The woman on Afin's side shook her head. "No papa. I can't wait to visit this historic monument."

"Okay!" One kiss was given Safa the man was stunned.

"Thank you, Bang."

"Thank you again?" Afin reviewed the smile.

"Thank you for the words on your account. I didn't expect you to post my photo."

"I'm actually worried you don't like it when I post your photos."

"I don't really want my picture published."

"In that case, I will remove it" he said directly. Safa herself nodded...

"But for his words it's amazing. Poetic brother turns out too."

"It popped into your head when you saw you in the hot air balloon. I'm telling you, you're beautiful. That's really."

"Yes, yes, Bang. Don't praise me continue, ah. so be ashamed."

The man chuckled. "And I'm telling the truth. Why shame?" Pinches the cheeks of an anxious Safa.

"Well, I'm ashamed anyway, I'm afraid of praise. Going forward will change my attitude for the worse."

"No, my dear." Afin closed his eyes while tightening his embrace. "Let's sleep, it's late enough.

"Yes, Bang." Safa returned Afin's embrace and closed her eyes.