Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 66

A few minutes passed, as Mom and Dad came home from the mosque. Safa and Aida prepared for dinner. As for Qonni who had just returned from his friend's house immediately approached his brother and mother in the kitchen.

"What am I doing, huh?" Ask Qonni spirit. He lowered his head in the middle of his mother and sister.

"Well, have you had a bath yet?" Aida who was sauteing shrimp and chickpeas responded.

"Udah. I'll leave at half-five, it's clear before I go to Mutia's house I take a shower, ma'am," she protested. While there laughing.

"Dek, make sambel onion, sana," pinta Safa who is frying tempe mendoan. The mainstay that should be in that house.

Father had helped make the seasoning and dough flour. Fry business let them. Because today suddenly there are guests, where one of them is the heir of the owner of the house next door.

Qonni who already knew what his task was to prepare the cobek and ulekan. Open the refrigerator only to take green cayenne pepper that has been removed from the stalk. And some onions that have been peeled clean. So just wear it.

Three women of different ages are busy with their jobs. Eat a special dinner in that simple house.

While we turn to Ulum who was stunned when the notary handed a letter behind the name. The middle-aged man was surprised, as suddenly his son-in-law paid the house next door for him.

"Son, what does this mean?" whispered Ulum to Afin by his side. The man smiled too.

"It's home to Daddy and Mom" he replied lightly.

"But I already have this house."

"No papa, Afin has a plan after this. What matters is that I sign first."

Ulum gulped. He feels bad. I want to feel rejected. But seeing the heiress seemed sparkling because her house was doing not feel good if she suddenly refused it.

"Let's sign here." The notary asked again. Slowly the middle-aged man's hands opened the lid of his pen. Before he signed his signature.

"Alhamdulillah –" some of those there gave thanks.

"Okay, you're done. Waiting for the letter on behalf of Mr. Fatkhul Qulum to be completed" said Mr. Notary.

"I thank you, Mr. Ulum, and Mas Arifin for buying my parents' house."

"Together, sir," he replied with a smile.

After the three men came home. Ulum again asked the reason his daughter-in-law bought a house next door. However, it has not been answered Safa has come out first to ensure guests are no longer there. Then she asked her father and husband to come in for a meal together.

The simple dining room that is still integrated with the kitchen is indeed very narrow. Not to mention the existence of two glass cabinets where to store kitchen furniture. Making a dining chair if it has been removed entirely will make the space more filled narrow.

As usual, Afin looks ravenous while eating at Safa's parents' house. Aida's mother's cooking is delicious, she admits it. Even if to be honest, it is better to cook Him than the Mother. However, Afin still likes both. Without any means of comparing. Moreover, this cuisine is processed with Safa. And it makes it feel more perfect even though it looks simple menu.

After eating the dish. I went back to talking about the guest. And the house next door that has changed ownership name. Ms. Aida was surprised. He did not expect Afin to buy the house for them. He also asked the reason, a question that had not been answered Afin.

"Before, Arif apologized for not talking first. Because, buying a house is a match if people say. Fearing, if Arif talked first, Dad and mom would not agree. While Arif is feeling, just love. The house next door is not bought. So, I decided to pay for the house that used to run out it just talked. Because actually, there is an intention to help Dad with this house renovation mother by combining with the house next door. So it's more relieved."

Heard the son-in-law's explanation. The two look at each other. Dad himself immediately fell silent, taking a glass filled with mineral water that only half remained. Then drink that.

"Sorry, Dad. Maybe Arif is too presumptuous."

"Son Arif... I appreciate, your good intentions. But, honestly, this house doesn't belong to Dad. Except Ustadz Irsyad's. That's one of the reasons why I never renovated this house. In addition to breaking down. So if you want to wake up completely, Dad's a little bad."

"Oustadz Irshad's?" tanyakanya.

Ulum. He also said that this house is the place that Ustadz Irsyad asked to live after his first marriage with Aida.

Because in the past, this house he bought because of the insistence of his worshipers who are in need of fast funds. Meanwhile, the ownership of this house is still in the name of Ustadz Irsyad. So, there is a bad taste if suddenly dismantled for renovation.

Hearing that, Safa herself also just found out. If the house he has been in since newborn is the property of Abinya Rumi. Especially Qonni, who knew nothing. He became increasingly aware, if the debt of gratitude of his family to the Rumi family is really large.

"Then let Afin pay for this house, Dad?"

"Diamondd..." Ulum shook his hand. "Don't, Son."

"Loh, why?"

"Dad Ulum, his people are rich in gini. Very respectful of his teacher. Ustadz Irshad..." Aida.

"That's it, huh?" answer Afin. He didn't expect it to turn out this complicated.

"Udah, yes, we'll think again. I know your good intentions, son. Again, thank you very much. Pay attention to our comfort." Ulum felt overwhelmed. Even her eyes started to glaze over.

"Together, Dad. Arif is happy."

Ulum's smile expands. He got up and took his dirty dishes to the sink. Wash your hands with soap. Because he eats with his hands.

Seeing the father about to come out, Qonni who happened to be sitting near the door immediately moved and put his chair down the table for a moment so that the father could pass.

The atmosphere of the dining table returned to silence after Ulum came out of the dining room. Followed by Aida, then Afin. There, only Safa and Qonni were left to clean the dining table and wash dirty dishes together.

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After finishing the kitchen, Qonni went back into his room. The girl grabbed the device on the table, before laying her body on the bed.

He just pressed the side button to turn the device on. He had already found two chat messages from different people.

One of the real men is enough to make it uncomfortable. The other one is from an unknown number.

Both said Assalamualaikum. This is the first time after chatting laptop battery case, Ilyas again greeted him. On the other hand, he knows. Another message from Aaron.

Qonni. Between the two he has not opened. However, he focused more on Harun Photo which was at the top of Tangkuban mountain boat.

The swish of his heart made him accidentally suppress the message from Aaron. Be, inevitably he retaliates.

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Somewhere else. A man with a sarong attached to his waist circumference walked out carrying two hot cups of coffee.

"The antum if it comes to his liking is not news. Yes gini result, only coffee without snacks," said Ilyas while putting starfruit glass on the table without a placemat.

"Anna just accidentally passed out nganterin honey, so dropped by. Thank God, if it's just coffee, Yas." The man with the jacket still attached to his body chuckled.

"At the drink, Run." While fixing his glasses, Ilyas sat down on another chair, inviting. While the man who had become his senior at the campus also nodded.

"By the way, how's your job?" Ask Aaron. Before sipping twice the still hot coffee.

"Still the same. His name is honorary, Run. Salary is only five hundred thousand. Kemaren set up CPNS list. But not escaped. Not yet sustenance, maybe."

"And I told you." Aaron put his glass on the table. "Antum taught in private only. Don't land.the salary is small."

"If all teachers want to teach in private, yes kasian dong public school. I want to be patient in the process."

"Sok lah.. I pray Cepet be PNS."

"Aamiin..." Ilyas. Before sipping coffee in his own glass.

Aaron switched focus on the sound of the phone beeping. Signs of an incoming chat message. In not his cell phone. Then read his name. Ukhti Ayudiyama. The smile of the twenty-seven-year-old man instantly expanded.

"Eh, smile, tuh. Whoa, shit!" tease Ilyas to make a man with a lighter skin color than Ilyas laugh.

"From someone, who I hope won't turn down rich before."

"Waaaah..." Ilyas was glad to hear that. And hope the girl really accepts her activist friend.

"MashaAllah–" Aaron put his gawai back in the bag. "Call Me, if this girl wants me to apply. Then I'll immediately stop."

"Allahu Akbar's. Aamiin. hopefully, Run. Antum fooling. Aamij! Pray for me too, for there are people I'm approaching. His intentions are just as rich as yours. If he wants to I'll apply directly not Halalin."

"MashaAllah, gini. We'll come to each other's show."

"Good idea, Anna agrees..." The two chatted casually. Although occasionally Ilyas glanced towards his dress. There was no reply from Qonni. Meanwhile, Aaron, he had twice received a reply from the ukhti he hoped. What they don't know, if both are after the same girl.