Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
chapter 6

Slowly Aida knocked on Safa's bedroom door, and stood in front of the door because her daughter's room was not tightly closed.

"Assalamualaikum, can I come in?" ask Aida lirih.

The girl sitting in front of her computer looked up.

"Moskalamic. Yes, Mama. Come in" Safa replied. The middle-aged woman entered while tightly closing the door to Safa's room. Walk slowly closer and stand by her daughter.

Highlight his eyes fixed on the computer screen that turns on, but only show the background of the monitor.

"You're all right, right?"

"Safa's good. Is something wrong, Mom?"

"No, I'm just worried."

The girl on Aida's side, who was still in her position sitting without doing anything, just sighed and leaned her head on her stomach.

"There's a story in my life that I can't accept, ma'am. Gently Aida's hand rubbed the head of her eldest daughter. "He whom I wish to be my priest, seems to be displeased with me."

Aida widened her eyes slightly upon hearing her daughter's confession.

"But it's not his fault. It's Safa's fault, who has been presumptuously put his heart first." The girl couldn't hold back her sobs.

Aida's right hand was clenched. It's like the memories of the past are back in play. The face of Ustadz Irshad when he was young, was clearly plastered in his memory.

"What was the reason for refusing you?" Ask Aida. Safa herself was silent for a moment and answered quietly.

"There's no excuse. We're not just friends, ma'am."

Aida flinched, her hand gently rubbing Safa's head back.

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After a few minutes after chatting from the heart, Aida decided to come out. Then approached Ulum who was watching sports events on television.

"Do you know what Safa is?" Aida asked as she wiped her tears. The swamp-beak man fell silent. "Is this the reason Mas yesterday invited Safa out to buy satay?"

The question was answered with a nod of the head from her husband.

"Ck! Those guys really, huh? It's as if playing with someone else's heart."

"Who is playing. We also initially have no intention to match children, right? It can't be, Mom. After all, we don't know what the reason Rumi rejected her is."

"The reason is clear! Rumi is picky!! His taste is high, not a lowly person whose family life is always helped by his parents, like safa!!!" Aida who was ignited by emotion continued to speak loudly. Blasphemous family Ustadz Irsyad.

"Istighfar, Mom! Istighfar!" Ulum tried to suppress the voice of his wife. He then invited his wife to come into their room. I don't want this conversation to sound out.

Safa who was inside the room was silent. He can't speak. There was a bit of regret, why he had to talk to his mother. Even though it's actually been strained, and only tell a little of what happened. He did not want the problem to become more complicated. If he finds out, Rumi changes her mind since seeing Debby change in this house.

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In the room, they talk about Rumi and Safa.

"Mas why, anyway. Do you like defending the family of Mas Irsyad? To the point of putting aside the child's own feelings?" said Aida.

"I know, but don't you think? That they've been playing a prank on our family?"

"Mas didn't catch that. It is precisely seen, ustadz Irsyad regretted it."

"Ck! It is difficult to talk to people who are bound by debt. Our family is indeed a beggar effect once huh. So rich don't pantes in appreciated."

"Dad! Don't say that."

"The fact is, my. Mas always took me and the kids to Ustadz Irsyad's house to help. Just because we feel we have debt. And all of that went on for decades. So now if I'm disappointed, can't you, Mom?!"

"Why is the problem so spread there?" Tanya Ulum with a little emphasis. "Now I ask. Have they ever treated us badly?"

Aida was speechless, seeing Ulum's two reddened eyes made her not dare to refute anymore.

"Not because of one mistake. Then give all his goodness! After all, what I did was just a sign of gratitude. The Ustadz Irsyad family never told us to return the favor. And as a reasonable person, we should be willing to help whatever we can as a sign of gratitude without being asked. In essence, we just want to feel self-conscious about the good of others, Aida."

Shafa, who could still hear the sound of his parents fighting, walked out of the room. He approached his parents' bedroom door. The girl could only be pensive while leaning her back against the wall. His two hands were squeezing each other in front of his chest. Her tears flowed without knowing how to stop her.

"Please understand the site, you should as a mother is wiser. Entertain your son, not pick fire in a dry field. Understand, right?!"

Aida still looked down with tears in her eyes. His heart really felt pain. He felt that this was unfair to him. It should have been enough Ustadz Irsyad who had broken his heart in the past. Now why did his son, too, leave a trace of wound in his eldest daughter's heart?

Ulum budged, his lips continued to mutter istigfar while his heart was already rumbling to hold back the emotions that he really wanted to overflow. Eventually they decided to leave their room.

Cklaaaaaak. Shafa who is still there is his own crime.

"Safa?" Call Ulum.

"Dad, ma—maaf. Shafa didn't mean to eavesdrop." The girl nodded once before waltzing away with a limp leg.

"Son!" The compassionate looking Ulum called out to him in a soft voice. The girl stopped her steps, silent.

"You're my beautiful father's daughter. There is nothing wrong with your character. For Dad, you're good enough to get elected. So, never back down just because of this. Believe me, not chosen you are not because you lack Shalihah. However, because God does not write his name as your companion. And I believe you will get the best for God for you."

Hearing those words, Shafa's eyes blinked. Clear threads were increasingly flowing rapidly on both cheeks.

Ulum who heard the sobs of the princess then approached, then grabbed her. Until the girl had no power to say anything more. All seemed to have been represented by the shedding of tears that he rained in the arms of his first love in life. That's Ulum's father.

"Dad loves you. I still want to see you become a great Muslim woman. You want to show it to Dad?" He answered with a nod of Shafa's head.

Meanwhile, Aida who came out of her room again cried to see the child who was in his father's embrace with as he pleased.

I'll marry you, Aida!

Sorry, everything I said yesterday was a mistake. I shouldn't have told you that.

The words of the previous Irsyad seemed to ring out. The real hate gong has disappeared.

Why in this world there are men like them. Which is easy to sow the wound powder. But just pinning an apology without wanting to know, how long to recover the deep-rooted wounds in the heart? Because of false hope.

Aida clenched her hands tightly. Imagining the alim faces of Ustadz Irsyad and Rumi that really made him angry.