Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 5

In her grief, the girl fell asleep all night unconsciously on a prostration mat. And wake up at three in the morning. Indeed, whatever the condition, the alarm in his body is always active to make him wake up in those hours. Maybe because it has become a habit, which makes Safa no longer feel the difficulty to wake up at night.

He always remembered an admonition, that Allah SWT always came to the heavens of the earth to meet His servants who were awake in one third of the night. Asking, do His servants want forgiveness? Or is there a goal you want to fulfill?

Is not that a form of God's love for the Tahajud warriors. Accompany them, listen to their groans. Even practicing Istighfar is best read in the time before dawn.

He is the God who is never absent, though few are awake, to complain to him. Allah will accompany his servants every night.

In Aida's room in the middle room. He heard the sound of water in the bathroom. The woman was awake, then sat down to ward off sleepiness. Looking for a moment to the left side, where Ulum fell asleep on his side facing towards him while hugging the bolster.

"Hoaaaaam... Azaghfirullah al'azim." Aida tightly closed her mouth with one hand, then got off their bed of course after hearing Safa's steps that had just passed through the door of her room and Ulum.

Usually, Aida rarely wakes up in the middle of the night. He would wake up ten minutes or even thirty minutes before dawn. But for tonight, for some reason his body feels fresh until he decides to pray for the night.

After taking the ablution water, Aida reopened the curtains of her room about to enter. However, for a moment he heard a faint sound from the front room. Yes, Safa's room.

Safa crying?

Quiet for a moment, then walked slowly before peeking into the room of his eldest son. Safa is still in her prayer in a standing position.

The boy used to cry at night. Lucky for you, son. Who has a soft heart. It is easy to cry when praying.

Aida did not want to disturb him who was solemn with his Lord in prayer. He also chose to return to the room and perform night prayers as well as Safa.

Morning mentari say hello...

The simple family was back in busy with their respective activities. Aida cooks, Safa helps her mother after she finishes washing clothes. Qonni cleans the living room and living room. While Ulum's father cleaned their yard and followed up washing three motor units that are used by him and his children.

The girl with the bergo is not so long just as her chest was seen cutting purple eggplant on the dining table. While Aida is making potato paste dough that is ready to be fried.

"Sir, the eggplant is fried first, here. Later the oil wants you to make fried parchment because," Aida said without turning her head, her hand that has since kneaded potato dough raised to taste the taste before being given eggs.

Feeling no response, the middle-aged woman looked back.

"Safa?" Call him again in a slow tone. Just like earlier, Safa was still silent. Even his gaze looked blank while cutting the purple eggplant. "Baitus Safaaaa–"

"Yes?" Safa who was a little surprised accidentally sliced a little skin on her left index finger. "Well..."

"Astaghfirullah, are you daydreaming, Fa?" Aida immediately approached her daughter with her hands still battered.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim," the girl grimaced in pain.

"You why the hell, another eggplant chop while dreaming gini? What do you think?"

"Eng–don't, Mom. No one thought Safa, really." The girl went to wash her hands which started to bleed a lot.

"There's a lot of blood. Somewhat in its power." Aida also grimaced to see the wound on her daughter's finger. "Qonni...! Nduk here, Nduk! Ambilin medicine red equal plaster!"

"It's not necessary, Mom. Let Safa take it herself." The beautiful lamp in the house smiled at his worried mother. Until the sound of footsteps approached.

"Why, Mom? Qonni was less obvious than that." The girl ran over and held a cleaning device when she heard her mother call.

"No papa, Deck. Ma'am, you continue your work." Safa passed her sister by the door.

"Astaghfiullah! There's a lot of blood, you got a knife?" Qonni immediately followed his older sister.

"Yes, but not papa, really."

"Let Qonni help with medicine, Ma'am sit there. Gini-gini Qonni would have aspirations to be a nurse, even though he ended up not being a nurse school."

"Mbak Safa is calm. My hands are clean, no." Deftly the girl sat down next to Safa, grabbed her brother's hand and opened the finger wrapped in cloth to stop the bleeding.

"Not too deep, is it?" Ask Safa.

"No, just a little," he replied while applying red medicine after cleaning with a wound cleaning fluid. "Mr?"

"Heeeem?"

"What about, Rumi?" Ledek Qonni opened the chat. He was actually curious about yesterday's answer. Safa who heard the question was silent. "You guys are, right? Huhuhu, glad that the prince of dreams will marry," seduced Qonni who is still busy dressing his sister's wounds.

Tears fell right in front of Qonni. The girl hurriedly raised her head.

"Well, how about a cry? The wound hurts, right? Sorry Ma'am..."

"No, really, Deck. It's done, right? I want to help you again." The girl moved while wiping her tears which certainly raised a question mark on the head of the sister.

"Why did Safa suddenly cry? Is there something wrong with my question?" Qonni scratched his head and shook his head quickly before putting the medicine back on the table.

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Breakfast time arrived, after everything was finished they also ate the results of the cuisine of two reliable chefs in the house. Aida and Safa.

In the middle of the delicious simple dishes that they are eating. Aida started to reopen yesterday's event.

"Safa, how? What did Rumi say yesterday?" Aida asked who made Ulum stop the movement of his hand that was about to put a mouthful of rice into his mouth. After that, take a look at Safa. "Mom really didn't expect. We're going to have a conversation with the Ustadz Irsyad family."

"Emmmmmm, Mom. Let's eat first. After the food was finished, it was just discussed this." Ulum tried to melt the atmosphere when he saw Safa bowed while putting a little rice into his mouth in a slow motion.

"Loh, it's not papa, Dad. All make preparations. Aren't you, Fa?" Aida asked again with a beaming face.

"Bu–" Safa opened her voice slowly. "Safa and Rumi have agreed not to accept this ta'aruf."

The deg! Aida who had been smiling widely immediately dimmed her smile. His eyes that were like a clear lake instantly murky just like that.

"Ke–why? Don't you like each other? You think you've been all this time?"

Safa smiled faintly, with a slow movement she spent one last mouthful without answering. Then get up with a little push of the back seat.

"Safa, na–we'll talk, yeah." Aida looks worried by Safa's silent expression even though she is packed with a sweet smile. However, if observed both eyes look watery. It has so deep sadness.

Now at the dinner table it's all quiet. It looks Aida who is not eager to spend the rest of her food that is left a little. He thought for a moment after he got up.

"Mom, where are you going? I ate it first."

"Mom was full, Dad. Now lives this heart that feels discomfort." The middle-aged woman lifted her plate. Throw away the remaining bit into the trash can after that wash it off.

I was expecting something wrong with my daughter. Since yesterday's show.

Aida flicked her wet hands before hurriedly walking out of the kitchen area.

"Dad, really Mbak Safa same Kak Rumi not be a matchmaker?" Qonni asked in a whispering tone after his mother came out. Ulum himself did not answer other than to put his left index finger on his lips.

"Eat it, finish the rice," he replied then in a whispering voice as well. Qonni knew, this was not his room to follow. Let it be, later he will know his own answer.

But very dear too. If Mbak Safa doesn't become with Rumi. Wasn't he his sister's first love. Ah, indeed if it is about the problem of soul mate and death as ordinary humans we will never know the mystery that God has prepared. Want like whatever this heart screams calling someone's name, if the owner is not ridho want to say what?

Without going back to ask Qonni immediately continued eating. sambal balado eggplant, potato parchment, and tempe mendoan. It is the most delicious dish that is his favorite at home.