Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 63

After Mother Ayattul knew everything. Mother immediately took action. With four people he trusts as an Advocate. Mother advanced to make herself as the vanguard for her son to sue Brody. He just wants justice. At any rate, he was really not willing to what his favorite son had experienced so far.

While carrying some report files, along with evidence that Arifin has. As well as data from several underage teenagers who became victims of the deviant boy.

He's ready to file a lawsuit against the pedophile. And the police have now received the report and promised to give justice in accordance with his demands during the trial.

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Today, the wind blows more refreshingly than usual. Mentari also began to peek from the eastern horizon when Safa was neat with her dinner clothes helped prepare the equipment of the husband who also wanted to go to one of the television station building.

When finalized. He gave a kiss on the back of Afin's hand asking for his blessing before going to teach. So did Afin who returned a kiss on the forehead and then his stomach. The man stood back up looking at the face full of coolness aura.

"Wish I could say everything in front of the camera, yes" he said.

"Yes, Bang. Do not forget the prayer of Moses..."

"Robbis rohlii shodrii, wa yassirlii amrii, wahlul 'uqdatam mil lisaani yafqohu qoulii. I've memorized it, Fa," he said after the laughter of the two.

"Alhamdulillah. You're getting better, Bang. Safa shits her."

"It's because of God's goodness. Who has given me your rich wife. Make me easy to learn."

"MashaAllah–" he muttered flattered.

"So, right, go back to school straight to Mom's house in Babelan?"

"So, Bang."

"Yes already. I will take a taxi back. Ba'da Magrib I will pick up. Now we go together. I'm anterin."

"Emmmm, no need. Mending me ride an ojek online only, yes."

"Why don't you ever want me to take school?" There was a tone of annoyance that Afin showed. Because the wife never wanted to be taken to the school where she taught.

Safa chuckled while touching her husband's chest. "I don't want to. But more to the taste."

"Not good to who? What a weird thing. In anterin other drivers do not want. I want every time I tell you not to bring your own motor."

"Astaghfirullah al'azim. Sorry, sorry." Safa relented, leaning her head against Afin's chest.

"Not angry anyway. But more to what it is..." Both of Afin's hands returned his wife's embrace.

"I mean, I'm not used to it, Bang. Use a luxury vehicle. So somewhat how is it. not tasty as well as other students and teachers. Now only after knowing I'm the wife of a famous Selebgram rich Bang Arif is awkward."

"Continue?"

"Yes, not constantly. Go on, Bang. No papa, I took a motorcycle taxi."

Afin. "I'm tetep anterin. Yuk!"

"But?"

"You know better, the law denies the husband."

"Yes, but not in front of the gate exactly, yeah."

"Faaa..."

"Yes, Bang." There's no choice. He just does not want to argue long just because of the matter of delivering. So, yes, not every day.

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The car enters the neighborhood around the school. Where his students began to arrive to study in the building of the Aliyah Madrasah of the country.

Safa who saw the crowded situation, immediately froze in place. Holding the bag still attached to the shoulder.

"Aren't you down?" asked Afin while rubbing Safa's head. While his other hand held Tab on top of his lap. As a result of the hand that has not been recovered, the man still can not drive himself. Be, he uses a driver to drive his car.

"Rame is really bad."

Afin smile. "Yes already. How anyway? It's still six past thirty. Want to wait till the school bell?"

Safa shakes. She took her husband's hand, kissed him.

"Yes, honey." On a whim the man held Safa's hand that was about to open the door. Realizing that her hand was still tightly held, the woman turned her head again.

"Don't you?" Not finished talking Afin directly tapping his cheek with the index finger asking to kiss. Safa also nodded. "Don't macem-macem, Bang."

"Only once." The ink still held Safa's hand.

"What if my students look like?"

"It's dark on the outside, Fa."

"But, right? From the front is still looking."

"Their position of the road will be turned back to our car. So it won't look. Come on, I will not let go, "the threat. Safa breathed out. Before giving a kiss as quickly as possible on her husband's cheek.

"Udah, yes. Lepasins..."

"One more–"

"Remember..."

"Hahahaha. Happy teaching, Master."

The woman smiled while nodding. "Be careful for you too. May God make all your business today good."

"Aamiin!" Afin waved when the wife was out to close the car door again.

The woman also replied to him before the door closed, and the car began to drive. Leaving him still standing by the side of the road.

"Assalamualaikum, Ustadzah Safa–" a student greeted him asking for salim.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah –" he replied. Soon the other students took turns greeting him. They stepped inside the school gate.

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The more here, the more serious the news if Afin is a victim of the pedophile. So slowly by slowly the name of Afin became cleaner among the community.

Yes, after more than two months of avoiding paparazzi. Afin again appeared to the public, as a guest star on a talk show.

At first, he refused to talk about it again. However, he did not want to be increasingly so that slander spread and spread everywhere again. Clarifying is her choice.

Afin began to tell stories about his past. The reason why he could be entangled with the man, from the beginning of his disappointment that he did not reveal entirely. Until that fateful day, the first time he got immoral acts from adult men.

"So there's been a threat all along?" Ask the host to look serious.

"Yes, Mas" Afin replied casually.

In front of him the cameras lit up to record today's conversation. The voices of the creative teams did not all focus on him.

"But never once tried to report the incident?"

"As a teenager. When experiencing such a thing, I can do nothing but choose to shut up and avoid the crowd. I don't dare speak up, Mom."

Afin paused his words. Remembering those disgusting times.

"Include to your own parents? You dare not speak?"

"Yes..." Afin nodded steadily. "Where, huh? One, it's obviously gonna be scared. Whether afraid of embarrassment, it will become a joke. Or fear of being suspected. Because it's not easy, Mom. Even telling this again, there was a feeling of disgust as well. The second, more keeping the parents' names."

"Okay, but I'm sorry, it could be that long, Fin. You're entangled..."

The man nodded. Before the event host continued his words.

"I was a junkie, at the time. People already know about it..."

"Yes, yeah..."

"So, it's hard for me to refuse. Because the bet is. I can't get the stuff I want. Meanwhile, if you do not consume the whole body will hurt all."

The man shook his head, "very understanding."

They continue to talk from A to Z which is closed Afin's words about his happiness is currently inseparable from the role of a great woman in his home.