Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 65

In the room Afin put his sling bag and hat on the table. Safa was still standing by his side. Close to glass window.

"Didn't you drive yourself?"

"Same as the driver. My hand still hurts when I hold the steering wheel for a long time" he replied as he stretched out his hands. His body was really tired today.

"Oh..." Looking up from the curtains he opened a little. A forty-year-old man was still standing at the side of her husband's car holding a cell phone.

A kiss landed on the cheek. Along with both hands Afin who immediately embraced his wife's waist circumference. Safa closed the white curtains and turned to her husband.

"Not asked to come in, Bang?"

"She's waiting for an online motorcycle, really. And go straight home."

"Yes but, right? As if to have a drink first..." Not finished continuing the words. A motorbike that was ordered has arrived. The two looked simultaneously towards the glass window.

"Tell, right?" said Afin.

"Bang, next time don't do that, will you?"

"Don't that be how?"

"Yes, even though you paid him. As if here tell me to drink first, if you can eat also just come home."

Afin chuckled while scratching his head. Such habits are rarely practiced. Because for him, there is no business for Afin to mince words again if their work is done.

"Well, you know what, don't you?"

"Yes, I understand, Safa. Tomorrow morning he's here. I told you to have breakfast too.. That's what you want?"

Safa nodded with a smile. While her husband raised one of his hands slightly just to smell his own scent.

"I smell body. Take a shower first..."

"It doesn't smell, really." Safa hugged her husband's waistline, then kissed the chest covered in a black t-shirt with two letters C as the logo of the famous Brand.

"Well, I don't smell?" Raising Safa's body while laughing so anxiously as his wife's face twitched in his chest.

"Abang! Oh my..." The woman laughed while holding firmly on to her husband's neckline. "uh, isn't this papa? brother's hand hasn't recovered yet."

"It's not papa, honey," he said happily when he forgot for a moment that his hand was hurting. But soon I felt relieved that I felt nothing.

"Have come down, I. It'll hurt again, you know."

"no lah–"

"Abang, don't macem..."

"Cock, macem-macem? Just ask for one macem." Afin intended to bring Safa's body into bed. But not yet two steps, his lips have grimaced pain. Then lowered his wife's body slowly.

"can't you? Pain again his hand." Safa suddenly panicked when she saw Arifin's expression of pain.

"sikit–"

"Abang anyway, ngeyel. Your hands have not healed properly. Nyetir has not been able for a long time. This is even my carrier!" his wife was worried.

"I think you're lighter than the dipper of Water," he seemed to get a cynical look. "No... Not... You like to nag now.." he ideal while rubbing his arm back pain.

"I nag because sometimes you're hard to say."

In that room, Safa still continued to babble. While tying Afin's hand with a biocrepe or a special brown bandage of broken bones. In order to avoid inflammation due to the heavy weight that has just been lifted Afin.

While the man was just sitting with his chin supported. His lips smiled as he looked at the wife chirping before him.

Some time ago adzan isya reverberated. The pain in the right hand gradually disappeared. Afin released his Biocrepe for a moment. After that, I rushed out of the bathroom to take a shower, after which I prayed together with his wife.

***

Somewhere else.

Qonni shut down his laptop. Be happy before you go home. All work program reports have been neatly compiled. Now it's seven o'clock, it's time to go home. As promised to Dad, no more than eight o'clock in the night.

"Yu, do you remember Aaron's brother?" Ask the girl who is still busy putting all her things into a backpack.

"Sister Aaron, who's a former resident of the campus now in Al Azhar?" ask him back without looking.

"Well, did he teach at Al Azhar Junior High School too?" tanya Mutia, the girl who has been close friends with Qonni since High School.

The girl in the black veil nodded with a smile.

"Waaaah."

"What message? Emmmmm, you have a crush, huh?" goda Qonni's.

"Astaghfirullah, it's not. I have a candidate. You are, yes..."

"Now, he's an Ustadz, huh?" ask with a soft expression.

"I'm used to calling Ustadz, because it does follow the call there."

Mutia was bearded, rounding her lips. "Yu, but you know what, anyway? If Brother Aaron it turns out there is still a family relationship with my prospective candidate?"

"Is she?" Qonni became interested in talking about the former activist at his college.

Yeah, one level above Ilyas. However, Aaron seemed more calm than the bespectacled man who the other day delivered a laptop battery for him.

"Yes. And said my candidate, Brother Aaron again looking for a mate. He was willing to bed his son Ustadzah Siti. You know 'no?"

"Siti's College?" Thinking for a moment. Because the name is not foreign.

However, for a moment the face of the middle-aged woman with the syar'i hijab flashed. Ustadzah whose studies have never been missed, Mbak Safa. Wife of friend Pakde Irsyad.

"Ooooh,, who's her husband Lecturer at the Islamic College of Religious Sciences?"

"Yes that."

"Continue, continue... She wants to get married?"

"No. Aaron's brother is rejected as a girl."

"Oh Allah.. Why, can you? though Ustadz Harun is including kece loh."

"Well, that's why. Understand– I heard the girl was working in the taxation office. Obviously he'll choose more than Brother Aaron who hasn't been PNS."

"Kasians..."

"Kasian, don't you want to be with her?" Shoot him directly to cause a loud Qonni sound as a response to his surprise.

"Kok be there, anyway?"

The girl laughed while holding Qonni's hand. "It's not a coincidence, the rejection has been going on for almost two years. Before you intern at Al Azhar. That's why I said pantesan, pas know it turns out he also taught there."

Qonni was made to not understand. Until Mutia shifted closer to him who was mute.

"Sister Aaron, interested in you, Yu."

"A–what? Se–since when?"

"No idea. But he said he wanted to strengthen his heart with you. He was just confused as to how to talk. There is nothing right to be an intermediary."

Qonni was pensive, still listening to his friend speak in an excited tone.

"And, exactly a week ago, right? You're here again, and my candidates come by car?"

"Iya–" he replied softly.

"Well, my candidate didn't come alone. But it just so happened to be the same, Brother Aaron. He saw you sitting on the porch of my house. Before going inside when my candidate comes. And Brother Aaron told my Candidate to talk to me. About this, keep telling it to you."

Qonni was silent again. Actually, before this he also admired the figure of the man since he was still a Maba on his campus. Other than his quiet attitude. Aaron is also a hafiz of thirty juices. However, because for him who has no more memorization than thirty juz. Qonni did not dare to imagine being able to have a partner like Aaron.

And who would have thought, when he had begun to forget about Him. His figure actually appeared again at his internship place. And if not wrong, Aaron was also a date trader like her husband Noah. Even teaching at Tahfis house also after returning home in Junior High.

"Yu, how?" Mutia asked while shaking Qonni's hand.

"I don't know what to say, Mut. This is too rushed. Anyway, He's Hafiz thirty juz."

"What if, Hafizh?"

"Not equal to me."

"I don't think papa. I'm not Sharifah, but I want to marry Habib." Chuckles, while the interlocutor is still silent. Think of the figure of a cool Aaron if smiling. "Emmmm– gini! for example... Aaron's brother asked for your number, okay?"

Qonni looked over without answering. His heart suddenly fluttered.

"Can, no?" Mutia asked again to be sure.

"I doubt it, Mut."

"Why, doubt..."

"Well, if I have my number, what do you want?"

"Just make sure, Yu. If you want, he'll probably come to your parents."

Qonni was silent again even though the next split second nodded slowly. His hands suddenly tremble.

"Alhamdulillah. I'll tell my candidate. Let it be conveyed to Brother Aaron."

The girl smiled faintly while nodding. While his lips hurriedly beristighfar when he found Aaron's face shadowing his mind.