Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 53

Ten days in Turkey. There are many new experiences that Safa has experienced. Starting from visiting the place of Uncle Emir. Enjoy aunt Afin's cooking. Feeling the cold snow. Travel to Cappadocia, then continue to other places that are thick with Islamic history.

All he could feel with gratitude mixed with disbelief. Although in the last four days they had to cancel visits to various other destinations. Safa has been ill for the past few days in Turkey.

The woman with the Nevy color hijab let out a long sigh. Look at the sky decorated with lights from street lights and shops lined on the side of the road.

They both returned to Jakarta. After a few days of feeling cold until his body is difficult to sweat. Now, following the temperature in Jakarta which stepped on the number 28°C. His body could sweat again.

Afin's hand touched his wife's forehead. He was grateful, Safa was no longer fever like last night. The head covered in hijab moved, looking at her husband.

"You're still dizzy, aren't you?" ask Afin lirih. His gaze leads to worry.

"Not really, Bang. I also have medication."

"It's fun, but it's like this. All because of me," he said.

"Kok, so blame yourself?" Safa held her husband's hand.

"Yes, because I'm looking for a place far away as a tourist destination. To move hotels. You're gonna be sick, Fa."

Lips that are not too pale it reflects a smile. "It's not like that, to be precise, my body is not used to the cold. I'm a little sick in a low-temperature place."

"But, just keep it. Days of air and land travel have an effect on your condition."

"Yes Allah– yes already, the important thing is that I have been quiet. Even I'm the bad one, we so speed up the return and cancel the plan that has been stacked far away."

"If that's not a problem, the important thing is that you have to get back to health. After this you also have to rest a lot."

"Yes, Bang..." Safa rests her head on Afin's shoulder. His eyes again closed, enjoying the journey from Soekarno-Hatta to their residence. It only takes no more than an hour. If you don't meet traffic.

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The car arrived home. Afin asked his workers to bring all the goods down.

"Assalamualaikum–" Safa said a greeting as she entered the door of their house first.

"Valayam warahmatullah..." There was already Mrs Ayattul. He has been in the house since this afternoon.

"MashaAllah, Mother here?" Safa grabbed her mother-in-law's right hand, peeling the back of the hand in reverence.

"Yes, Son. Mother was here from five in the afternoon. Mother also made food for dinner. You haven't eaten, have you?" Ask.

Safa herself replied with a headband. Before long Afin entered to greet the Mother.

"What are you, looking pale?" Ask the Mother who again noticed her daughter-in-law.

"Safa is sick, Mother," replied Afin.

"illness?" Touching Safa's forehead, and her cheek area. "What pain, son? Geez, Mommy just wants your body hot."

"Just got hypothermia, Bun. Same fatigue. but I'm not papa, kok," replied Safa shrieked.

"Yes, go up and rest. You will eat in the room."

"Wallahi, not your mother. Safa can still eat at the dinner table together. But, Safa's permission to change clothes first."

"Yes, son." Ms. Ayattul rubbed her daughter-in-law's arm. Before the woman walked away. Mother also turned her head towards Afin who was still standing in his place. "Why is she still here, your wife seems to be drowning. There's anterine up, if suddenly fainted how?"

"Yes, Mother. This also follows Safa. But I'm gonna hug Mother first." Afin stretched out his hands, which greeted his mother's smile while patting the child on the shoulder.

"You are... Do you know that the mother is missing?" Ms. Ayattul immediately welcomed her son's embrace.

"Yes you know, I was. Arif is the very sensitive child of Mother."

"Huh! You can, you are." chuckled.

"Mother's healthy, right?" Tanya Afin was still in a hugging position.

"Healthy, as you see this." The mother's hand rubbed her son's back to let go of the longing.

Meanwhile, Safa turned her head for a moment on the stairs. His lips smilingly said hamdalah when watching the closeness of Mother and also her Husband.

Bang Arif is indeed a romantic figure and sweet attitude, if it is on the side of the people he loves. –Safa is impassive.

"Ohsssssttt..." Back the woman grimaced, because of the discomfort in her body. I felt like I wanted to drop myself into bed.

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While the husband who was there immediately covered his body with a blanket. Back touching the face area.

"We're going to the hospital again, okay?" Afin.

"No need, Bang. It will heal too."

"But you say your body is cold, and your joints are linu. What kind of type?"

"That's natural. 'I have a fever." Safa made Afin's palm a cushion on his face. Because the long-haired woman under the shoulder was sleeping in a tilted position, curled under the blanket.

"Then you're in the room. Let me bring the food here."

"Don't, Bang. I'm not good with you." Safa held onto Afin's arm that was about to wake up.

"Ngapain is not good. You understand your condition."

"Don't–" Safa forced herself to sit down. "Eat together under."

"But?"

"No papa, Bang."

"Yes already. Slowly we go down, yes" he answered with a nod of his head.

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Below, Mommy is already sitting on one of the dining table chairs. He then welcomed his son and daughter-in-law with the dishes he cooked with the household assistants here.

"Yes my. It should be enough in the room. Mother eating alone is also not a problem, son," said Mother while removing a chair for Safa. The woman in grey also thanked him.

"Safa is even better if you eat in the dining room together, than it should be in the room." His eyes were on the food on the table.

Supposedly, all the menus are quite appetizing. Suddenly, he did not like the coconut food.

"Where do you want to eat?" Afin offers after putting rice on Safa plate.

"Safa is suddenly not tasteful," he replied softly even though she still heard Mother Ayattul. The middle-aged woman also stopped the movement of her hands that were about to sneak the broth cooked in coconut milk.

"You don't taste. Which one do you want to eat?"

"Emmm..." Safa was silent for a moment observing again. It does not feel good to answer honestly, if there is no dish that makes it tasteful. "Safa eat rice, Bun."

"Kok, just rice? No papa, by the way. His name again hurts when he is lazy to eat. But it has to be forced, son. Do you want to order Chicken Sop?"

The woman next to Afin immediately shook her head. He doesn't want that. Because there are other foods that he really wants to eat this sata.

"What do you want to eat, honey?" Afin clasped Safa's hand on the table.

"No papa says aja–" Mother chimed because her daughter-in-law seemed silent.

"Safa wants to eat tempe mendoan, the same soy sauce, Bang," he replied later after thinking long enough.

"Tempe mendoan?" Afin asked, his wife nodded.

"The Native purwokerto."

Mother Ayattul suddenly smiled as she placed the spoon and fork in her hand.

"Buy, Rif. Or if you need to take your wife to find food outside." Mother suggested. Afin turned back to his wife.

"Seriously want to eat tempe mendoan?" he asked once again who answered a nod. "Where to look, what's good?" muttered later.

"Tomorrow is also not papa, Bang. Safa ate rice today."

"Don't, Son." Mother shook her head. Then he turned his eyes to Arifin. "Wen...! Swish there! Take your wife out to find tempe mendoan."

"But Safa's not sick anymore, Bun?"

"Oh, yes. You've just sana– spiel!"

"Mother, Sorry. But let Bang Arif eat first. Safa really isn't papa, really. Not looking for tomorrow either."

"Damnihh! That's why later, you're both. His wife waited for Mendoan. Her husband should also be hungry. There! There! Exit. Find Purwokerto's original mendoan tempeh!" Mommy seems very excited to the point of pulling Afin's arm to quickly get up and go out looking for food that Safa wants. In contrast to Afin and Safa which is actually confused.