Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 67

This morning Ulum stood in front of the main terrace of the school building. Close to the teacher's office. Observing the students and students entering to gain knowledge. A full-time school principal who has not even five years old is daydreaming. While holding his hand back.

He kept thinking, about the conversation between himself and Aida last night. The problems of the homes they live in. Aida suggested, Ulum to keep coming to Ustadz Irsyad so that everything is clear. Because, during this time Ustadz Irsyad never explained clearly whether the house had been fully preached for himself and Aida. Or just live for a lifetime.

Aida even said, the problem of the house must be resolved immediately so that in the future it does not become a dispute.

About all that, of course Ulum has thought. But how he speaks. Would it be polite if he came and paid for the house and then asked for a land letter and the building that is still in His hands. Is it not saru ?

In his thinking, he was worried about offending the ustadz of Irshad. If it is considered capable and arrogantly willing to pay, how? Because soil problems are sensitive. If a person never offers his land for sale, then no one has the right to offer it.

A gust of wind brushed the hair of the middle-aged man in the khaki color official uniform. Aged then smiled as he greeted a male teacher who asked him to shake hands.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, where the sun is still shining quite hot. Until making the two eyes of the middle-aged man who just turned off his motor engine narrowed.

Until now, Ulum is still riding his motorcycle. Although other teachers have changed motorcycles or even bring their cars to school.

Actually, Ulum himself can buy a car in installments like other teachers. However, the principle of his life that rejects usury in any form makes him only able to buy important needs.

Even motorcycles for his wife and two daughters were purchased by saving. So Ulum prefers to postpone the desire by waiting for the money to be collected. Because with that, want as difficult as any life will be calm because it is not pursued by debt.

It also applies to Aida as well as all her family members. If you want anything, you have to save yourself. And if it really matters like a laptop and so on, then Ulum will add.

Cklaafck...

The sound of the door opening, the man with the thin beard and the graying hair was almost entirely smiling.

"Roman..." Irsyad walked over to Ulum.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Yai." Ulum rushed over and grabbed Irsyad's right hand. Smell a few times until Irsyad has to pull it off herself.

"Goddessalam warahmatullah, hehehe... Monggo, Mongo." While embracing Ulum, Irsyad brought his sister-in-law into His house.

In a clean and clean room. Ulum sits politely on a chair that may be a few months old. Because last time he came here. The seat has not been changed.

"Mongoose, ngunjuk.." Irsyad put one cup of coffee for Ulum. Snacks are always available on the table. Also mineral water arranged in a special container of drink cups made of stainless steel.

"Jn, kyai." Ulum put both his hands on his lap. Very polite with head down.

"Where, how? I'm surprised you know-tau ngabarin want to come here," he said while opening the three jars on the table. "Eat, Lum."

"Yes, Kyai. Thanks..." As a matter of fact, Ulum took two eggs from the jar that Ustadz Irshad had thrust out and ate one, chewed it slowly, then swallowed it. "Before, thank you, Kyai always remember to give souvenirs every time to Jakarta."

"Huh! Wong is just a sponge emprit just like a lindri, really," he replied with a chuckle. What he gave us was not only that. There is tea, coffee, dried puffiness and so on. Including the ones mentioned earlier. "Sound family?" tanyakanya.

"MashaAllah– must be my prayer, nephew of Solehah. May all be healthy... Mom, and the baby." Irsyad smiles.

A little remembering Safa. He feels grateful. Sharp thorns in the Safa and Afin households have begun to disappear, and as a result of the news circulating about the matter Arifin in the media. Irsyad understood why his nephew had come to see and asked the law to ask for a divorce.

Ulum swallowed the second egg and sipped one coffee. The man went back silent. While rubbing his own thighs.

"Pie.. Does anything hit your mind?" ask him to fish. Because Ulum was never this ugly if there was nothing very important for him to say.

The man chuckled politely, "Anu, that's..."

"The opo? By the way. No problem. Take it easy. Wong's with his own brother..." Irsyad really already considers Ulum as a sister. Even many times, he asked Ulum to call himself Mas. Just like Aida.

To this day, Ulum still calls him Ustadz or Kyai. Only because he is the manager of a large boarding house in Magelang.

"Before I apologize profusely, Kyai."

"By the way, I'm not sorry. Pie I'm sorry to try? Wong you haven't done anything wrong, yet" licked Irsyad who tried to melt the atmosphere. Although still teemed Ulum's stiff laughter.

"Yes, how else. It's a little sensitive..."

"What do you want to talk about politics?"

"Bottie, Kyai..."

"Yes already. Just relax, rich talking to the president just use ana, anu. Make quail..." Irsyad took the banana-sale chips in the jar and ate them.

"It's about the house I live in, Kyai," Ulum finally opened.

Irsyad also nodded. Awaiting continuation.

"Pangapunten, don't mean to be able to, Kyai. You see, all this time I felt bad occupying the house. So if allowed, I want to pay for the land and the building I live in. With the intention of avoiding disputes. Because we never know, in the future what will be like. our descendants, Mr. Kyai."

Irsyad. Seemed to be thinking of something. His left hand which he placed on the backrest on the edge of the sofa patted slowly. While his gaze was straight forward, while completing his chewing motion. His right hand rubbed below. Throw away the crusts that stick to the skin.

"Sorry, Kyai. If I talk like this." Ulum was more and more unwell because of the silence of Ustadz Irsyad. Although then the crisp laughter of Irsyad was heard.

"Sek..wait a minute, yeah." He got up and walked into his house. Leaving a trace of confusion on Ulum's face.

Coincidentally the condition of the house is quiet. Because Debby and her grandson are away with Ce Maryam. So that the atmosphere of silence as if increasingly strangling him alone in the living room.

He soon appeared again. Carrying a red map. Then put it on the table.

To be honest, Ulum now looks more pale. He was worried about offending the Master. If only he could turn back time. Better not to say this. His mind continued to curse, that what he was doing was wrong. He should have followed his heart not to come here.