Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 68

"Take this, Lum," he said with a fixed facial expression.

"Yai... I'm sorry. I was wrong, I was not polite..." Kontan Ulum immediately lowered his body.

"Eh, isn't.. opo Iki?" Irsyad hurriedly held Ulum who was about to rest under his feet. "awake. Don't be rich gini..."

"But I was wrong, Kyai."

"Ndak...." Irsyad patted Ulum's shoulder. "Gini, yeah. I was wrong, too. The house you live in is really what I gave to you and Aida. So you don't have to pay. It's just, I forgot. Do not directly give this land letter to you. Fortunately it's still there, Lum..."

He took the dusty map. He handed it to Ulum. The man on the map is just hanging.

"Take, this..." Irsyad told him to go back. Ulum took it carefully. "Take it, don't pay. That's your and Aida's right. As I said before, the house is your wedding present and Aida's. Me and Rahma's house are sincere, Lum."

"God...!" the man rubbed the corner of his alkaline eye. "But, Kyai. I really want to pay."

"By...! Even though you have a lot of savings. But I am still able to give up that land for you as Aida. Take-take. iki boy, all will pay the land and buildings all. Grandma's got a lot of money. Build a mosque there!"

Ulum chuckles even with teary eyes.

"Allahu Akbar, Kyai... is this serious?"

"At your left this senior grandfather wants to cheat the new grandfather candidate as well?" Candanya that actually breaks Ulum's laughter.

"MashaAllah–" Ulum immediately grabbed Irsyad's hand. Kissed her a few times.

"Sak jane I abis eat the same fish sambel terasi, loh. Not what's up?"

"No, Kyai." Ulum.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!"

"Nyoooh kiss again." Irsyad thrust his hand again. Although a split second directly on the pull when Ulum really want to kiss His hand again. They laugh together too.

Now his heart was completely happy as well as relieved. He even asked many times to be sure. Until the blow on the shoulder he got from Irsyad. They then talked here and there. The business behind the name, has been handed over to Ulum. And Irsyad was just waiting, if at any time in need of his signature.

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In the room, Qonni kept daydreaming since reading a message from Aaron last night who invited him to berta'aruf even though he himself had not yet held a graduation hearing. But Aaron seemed to have really seriously wanted to marry her.

To be honest, there was doubt in Qonni's heart. Because he thinks it's too rushed. But if Mutia said, Aaron really wanted to get married. Because, the mother who was old, to ask him to rush to find a wife. As Qonni learned, Aaron was the last of six children.

In order to convince Qonni, Aaron several times asked him to speak directly with his friends. In order not to cause slander.

But Qonni refused because even though the girl is famous enough installment. She is the type of woman who can least talk to the opposite sex who is not her muhrim.

Tiiii...

One message Chat in. From Ilyas. A man who doesn't like Qonni very much. Yes, everyone has a taste for choosing their partner. Including the Qonni. Ilyas is not bad.

Ilyas, she's sweet. With skin that is not too bright. His eyes were narrower than Aaron's. And it looks a little unfocused when viewed from his thick glasses. The man certainly has Javanese blood, although never settled in Central Java since birth. Ilyas was also obedient, as he was also a reciter of the Qur'an although not as much as Aaron.

While Aaron has a clean white skin with slightly squinty eyes that are sweet. Like oriental faces, though they have no Chinese blood. He was a native of Cisarua Bogor. Who live in Jakarta.

The point is that they both have their own characteristics. Equally interesting according to Qonni. It's just, the tendency is more on Aaron.

[Assalamualaikum, Deck. What is the laptop battery, suitable?]

A pleasantry message that requires a lot of courage when you want to send it. Finally got Qonni. Moreover, her greeting yesterday was not responded to by the girl. Until there was no choice, Qonni replied.

[Alhamdulillah, fits, Mas. A bit durable too. Thank you, I have chosen a good one.]

On the other side, a man who had just performed the magrib prayer who continued to recline one juz smiled. His position that was squatting on the chair continued to focus on sending messages.

[Thank God, I don't think it fits. Mau Mas anterin the new intention. Emm... By the way. You can go home, right? Even if you only talk to your father.]

From the reply, Qonni flinched. He no longer replied to her. To him, Ilyas has not changed. Impressed aggressive and always trying to be able to meet and close to his parents. So that Qonni did not like it so much if lingering talk with the former elder brother of his level.

A message appeared. After nearly half an hour, Qonni only opened Ilyas' reply.

[Sorry, Deck. If you feel how. I have no intention, really. Just want to get closer to Mr. Fatkhul Qulum.]

Qonni also only replied with a sticker of a picture of a hijab woman. The one with the inscription (Look easy) while showing his thumb.

The curly-haired man with the skull still attached to the head smiled wryly. Put the phone back on the table. Backs leaning. While lowering both feet. He looked at the ceiling of the room.

"Oh Allah, it is difficult to get your creation. Though my intentions are good. But how do I convey this goodwill. If he himself always dodges."

It felt almost desperate, but he remained unyielding by actively raising his hopes until he was able to knock on the door of the sky. Because he understands, asking directly to the owner of the heart is

On the other hand, it was Aaron who had just finished his translation. Raise both hands to pray. Expect the best answer from the girl he'll be halting.