Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 56

A few minutes passed, the sound of adhan from the mosques sounded. They all moved and performed Dzuhur prayers.

Because the distance of Safa house is very close to the mosque. They also decided to pray there. On the way to the mosque. There were some young people who ran into them. Of course, the teenager immediately recognized the figure of Afin Anka. Although currently he uses Koko gamis and mask in his mouth.

Some people even take videos secretly. Following the steps of Afin and Safa.

"Sister Afin! Oh, my God, that's so handsome. Ask for a photo of dong!" Two high school kids riding a motorcycle stop their motorbike to get close to the Selebgram.

"I'm going to the mosque first, yeah." Afin cupped his palms together politely refusing.

"Yaaaah, just a moment. Just a little, brother." The girl with the white hijab and the white-gray uniform was ready with the camera. Take a position to take pictures together.

"Come, brother, just a second," she asked a little forcefully. Of course it made Safa step aside for a moment from Afin. One successful photo shot. They also took turns, continue to ask for photos several times.

"yes, I want to pray."

"one more, brother. Please.." she begged.

"Mom! Photograph us dong!" Without a bad taste, one of the others immediately thrust his phone at Safa.

"Ah– yes..." The woman who had worn the face received the flat object that was thrust earlier.

Seeing that, of course, Afin suddenly Badmood. Hurriedly away from the two people were also some others while taking back the device in Safa's hands.

"Now, have you." Not much to say, the man immediately linked his fingers with Safa's and waltzed away.

"Well, brother! We still want a picture of this."

"Yes, Brother Afin don't go dong." The two girls in high school uniforms looked at each other. With a feeling of annoyance, he immediately returned to riding his motorcycle. A few others also stayed away.

Safa who heard the motor turned her head back. Her steps were still trying to balance her husband's legs.

"What, are they staying at?"

"Let them not be polite with you" he replied annoyed.

"How polite?"

"Then ask my wife to make a photo of me with them. Not very ethical!"

"Give it..." Safa smiled proudly. That's the sign Afin appreciates her as a wife. Yes, although he had to wudhu again because of this hand of Afin. But no problem, because of Afin's sweet act earlier.

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After the mosque, they chatted in the living room. The house is still quiet because Dad is still teaching, while Qonni is doing an internship at one of the private schools in the ivory coconut area.

Afin took a plastic chair and sat down next to Safa, a little distance away. He observed, Safa's deft hands using an obras machine.

The look of admiration showed. Both of the neutrals did not blink. Look at the engine parts that are working.

Safa's head turned a little and smiled. "The gelatin of the ampe is so great," ledeknya to break the laughter soft Afin.

"No, I'm surprised. You can hold the sewing machine."

"Mother who taught. Since Junior High I have started studying. Thank God after High School I've become proficient..."

"But rich seems easy." Afin seems interested.

"It seems like you understand, Bang." Safa grabbed a large scissor, then cut the thread. He also gave his job to his mother.

"Udah long enough not gini, finally can work with partners again. " Aida jokes.

"Hehehe, I can." Safa grabbed another shirt. He looked towards Afin. "Will you take a break?"

"You should rest, Fa." The whisper was slow because it lost to the sound of a sewing machine. Afin's right hand rubbed the still flat stomach.

"Yes, I'll rest. Finish this, yeah. One aja. I haven't held the machine for a long time. Safa's kind of homesick."

"Okay, I'll wait in the room. I'm going in first, yeah..." He rubbed his wife's cheeks.

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Afin entered the room dominated by white. A neat and fragrant room that he thought described a Safa. There were about two calligraphy frames on the wall. Also a small mading next to the table, containing colorful papers inscribed with the schedule first.

Instead of resting, Afin was interested in his wife's belongings. Everything looks sweet and adorable. He sat in a chair, imagining his wife always doing her work in this corner. While looking at the glass window that penetrated to the road.

Something stole his attention, Afin was curious about the pink color notebook. Tucked away among his other important books.

"My wife likes nulis diary?" Afin was feeling anxious. Because, in the present era there are still people who want to write things like this. Or maybe just an agenda book.

Afin opened it. Apparently, the book is a diary. The man's head turned towards the door with a smile, then returned to the book. He could see, there was a photo of Safa when she was a toddler, becoming the first sight on the main page.

"So cute, my Sholehah's wife..." Afin rubbed the old photo. He began to read randomly while continuing to smile. It contains various outpourings of the heart that he may not fully form in a series of words.

To the page that made him interested in reading. Afin's smile slowly dimmed. Change the serious face.

My first love, was my wound whip...

I don't know what I've been saying in prayer. I always tell myself to stay away from these ill-gotten feelings. But still I always let my chest pound, and hold a puddle of water so as not to drip every time I see it.

Afin budged, still menekuri writing long enough even require a few sheets.

All the turmoil in my heart that I'm increasingly unable to control. To be honest, I'm afraid that it will make me more sinful. However, forcing the heart to turn was also not easy. To be silent, and to surrender to you the owner of the heart is my way of suppressing this feeling.

But in my heart, I still expect him to be the Adam of my life.

Afin sighed a little. He felt this was a little annoying. It was just a pen stroke in the past. He does not want to continue. And I decided to close the book again. But the next split second, re-open again until the fad of reading another writing.

Today I came home from Bandung. When the rain flushed the city of flowers, to make some of my game wet. One of your servants lent him his jacket. He told me not to get cold. Oh Allah... I don't mean to keep feeling this way. But his sweet deeds, though full of the limits of sharia, made my heart unable to stop to rustle.

Afin still reads it to some. Although with the gesture of ogah-ogahan is not spirit like in the beginning. The man who was supporting his head with his hands again opened the courtyard to the front.

I found an old photo again. This time, the little girl was not alone. Unless there are three children there who are both not yet baligh. And underneath, there is writing with color paper attached.

My story starts with a childhood friend...

Rumi is a crybaby little sister, and spoiled. He always cried when he was ridiculed by Noah. Like never getting along.

But who would have thought?

He was transformed into a kind brother and loved his twin brother very much.

One thing that makes me laugh is remembering the past. He always fought over toys with Noah and forbade his sister to touch him. But that doesn't happen to me.

She even very happily allowed me to touch her hehehe... Said first?

"Whatever belongs to Rumi, belongs to Safa as well." Adorable, right?

Rumi Al Fatih. Will we also have the exact same story, like the story of Fatimah and Ali ibn Abi Talib?

Where they were childhood friends, always playing together, always exchanging food. Until they became teenagers, and began to limit themselves.then fall in love in silence, until finally married?

"Rumi?" Afin muttered that he was no stranger to that name.

Until he remembered having met a pious man, namely at the moment of his marriage and during a visit to the house of Ustadz Irsyad with Safa a few days after the incident of beating his wife.

I'm Rumi, Brother.

Afin's powerful memory carried him on that face. Yep... Ustadz Irsyad's son.

Cklaafck...

The door of the room opened, Safa saw her husband was stunned to read a book that he should have thrown away a long time ago. Unfortunately, he forgot about it. Until now he could not interpret the expression shown Afin.

The man looked. Close the book while you wake up. Afterward, slowly approached Safa who was silent behind the closed door.