Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 73

Currently the man with thick glasses was busy doing one by one boxes of various sizes coated with black poly bag.

The contents are none other than some electronic components that are the needs of students, teachers, and lecturers.

He himself actually just returned home, after sending COD goods to five places since after the ashar, and only until the house ba'da isya. Not to mention some laptops and printers that are waiting in line for service and have not been touched all. Ilyas is ready to do his job at least until twelve o'clock tonight.

The extreme fatigue did not in the least dampen the gratitude, as well as the spirit of the heart of the curly-haired man. Because, in addition to having to save for the future. He also works hard to help with daily expenses at home.

Ilyas lives with his mother and two younger siblings who are still in school. As for the mother is just a rice pecel seller in front of the alley. Close to the exit path of the employees of PT.

"Alhamdulillah.." he muttered after finishing the last pack. "Died in the mail, the morning of departure. The rest went home. MashaAllah, tabarakallah."

The man's sweet lips reviewed the smile as he pressed the middle frame of his glasses. Uncongratulations to give thanks for all that he received today, to Ar Razzaq. Looks like he can get the mother in time to the hospital. For routine blood washing. Because of kidney disorders suffered by his mother since the last four years.

Triiii....

Ilyas looked at the table. The car park is located with a charger slot attached. And then appreciate the flat object and then read a chat message apparently from Aaron.

"AllahuAkbar!" Feeling happy when reading the message from his best friend, so that pecked the spirit to re-express his good intentions to Qonni. He also replied with a speech containing support so that his friend was more eager to move forward.

***

Sunday has arrived, the two youngsters are preparing to take the start from Ilyas' home. At first they intended to bring their own motorbike. Seen from Aaron who had returned to ride on his motorbike before being hurriedly prevented by men whose age difference was only a few months.

"Mending we bring one motor only, Run. Anna was afraid of Antum motorbike because of nervousness," led Ilyas to him while chuckling.

"There are-there are. Anna can still control, too!" Also laugh. Even though the reality of his hand now feels numb, as well as cold.

"Udah, we're one motor. The bonnet! Which motor do you want?" Persuade Ilyas again who was approved by Aaron.

"Anna's motor is ready. Sok, the baby's here."

"Let's! Sure you want Antum to take it?"

Aaron laughs. "Yes, let's not be long. Hot, here..."

"Yes, that's impatient." Ilyas lifted one leg before riding on the bike. Harun's Hitchhiking.

After reading the prayer before starting the motor. Two-wheeled vehicle type All New CBR 150R began to drive at the speed of being out of the alley.

Scorching sun this afternoon, although being fierce at all did not dampen the spirit of the two righteous young men. During the trip, which takes about an hour and a half. Apparently, Ilyas used to tempt Aaron to melt the tense atmosphere felt by his best friend.

Until slowly the look of his eyes focused around, while going through a path that felt familiar.

"Run, we're going to Babelan, huh?" Ilyas asked, who answered a nod of the head.

"Yes, he lives there," he said later, which is not so clear. But it still sounded in Ilyas' ear.

Momentary. The bespectacled man fluttered, his hands hidden due to the cross-legged position in front of that chest, continuously pressing down on the digital beads.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet. There is a roar of motorcycles that are crashing the main road of the city of Bekasi.

Ilyas's feelings grew increasingly uncomfortable as they began to enter an alley.

"Run—"

"Yes?"

"If you may know, the name of the girl who wants Antum lamar is who?"

Aaron did not answer. His eyes focused on the road.

"Don't misunderstand. Anna just asked," continued Ilyas who felt the question was not answered by his friend.

"Later, after Anna got an answer from her father. Anna just told you." Aaron replied while taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly because there were only a few rows of houses left, he would arrive.

Ilyas' heart was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. The spirit he brought from home suddenly disappeared. The fact is revealed when the motorbike he was riding with Aaron stopped right in front of a simple house that he himself knew who the owner was.

Ayudia–Ilyas muttered in heart. Without waiting for Aaron's answer. He already knew first, what was the name of the girl he wanted his friend.

"Let's get off. Why did it become diem?" Harun breaks Ilyas' daydreams that spring down from Aaron's motor sport.

"This is her house?" He still hopes, not his Ayudia will be proposed by the friend.

***

In the simple living room. Ilyas looked at some of the longest photos. Now the focus is on one of them. The family photo, which plastered clearly Qonni's face with a beautiful smile.

Even though they were sitting in the corner. The house of the girl he expected. For some reason, the hope is still alive to remain not Ayudia who will be married to Aaron. Although, he himself knows. There were only two princesses in the house. Where one of them is married. That means indeed, Qonni was the purpose of Aaron coming here.

Aida's mother came out of the kitchen. Presenting the two young men two cups of warm tea and also a cake that he deliberately bought at the market when he knew there would be guests coming.

"Please taste it. At Ayudia's house there are only rich gini."

"MashaAllah, we thank you too, ma'am. Even bother." Aaron refuted. Because everything in the field is more than enough for them.

"Yo, ndak. Please..."

"Yes, Mom. Thank you." Thank you." Aaron took his cup. And sip one time as a way of honoring the treats of the homeowner.

Different from Aaron. Ilyas was silent. He bowed without a word out of his mouth.

His heart is still ungodly. Even a little regret. Why should he also deliver Aaron's proposal. If only from the beginning knew who the girl was expected. Perhaps he would choose to refuse Aaron's request.

On the other side. Ulum occasionally glanced at Ilyas so a little awkward, when the beginning Ilyas hurriedly shook his hand and re-introduced himself. They had already known before.

But Ulum understood more or less. Although only to guess, if Ilyas wants to hide the fact about him who ever came here. It also made Ulum did not dare to discuss about his arrival that night.

In the early hours. They were just chatting, about Aaron's work. In addition to being a teacher, she apparently had a business like her husband, Noah. Although not as big as Faqih's.

"So Nak Harun taught at Tahfiz's house in Asemka too?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, sir."

"Thus, know Faqih his son Pak Ustadz Rahmat?"

"Oh, A' Faqih. I know him, sir. Coincidentally we were a bit close because of the honey and date business."

"MashaAllah– Faqih is the son-in-law of my sister-in-law."

"Oh, huh? The Ustadzah of Noah is wrong, his daughter Ustadz Irsyad?"

"Yes..." Chuckles. "MashaAllah."

Ilyas pushed the soft tea water into his throat. Because, the chatter that began to flow just like that was enough to make his chest freeze.

And if you look around, there's a lot to match between Aaron and his father Qonni. The lips of the curly-haired man gave a bitter review.

Ilyas again sipped tea from the cup he held. In fact, it was almost toilet he drank. Because he has no voice at all. And prefer to respond as necessary, if asked.

An hour passed. From the pleasantry sentence that has since become the opening material of the word. Ulum also gave his answer.

"I have certainly discussed this with our daughter. And, he handed it all over to me. For that answer," he said. While Aaron only beards. "As Father. Of course I expect the best, but do not set high criteria. As long as he's in charge of my daughter's lifetime, stay in the status of wife of the Brotherhood."

Ilyas, who had been looking down, raised his eyes. Waiting for the answer to what Ulum's father will give. His heart tries to accept whatever it is. Because if he expects Aaron's proposal to be rejected. He's just as bad, isn't he?

"Son Aaron is ready to wait for my daughter to graduate. And let him at least one year to take his time as a teacher."

From that question, Ilyas was already able to capture. If Mr. Ulum or Qonni himself had received Aaron.

"InshaAllah, I'm ready, sir," replied Aaron sprightly.

"alright. Congratulations, my Antum application received. Please come with your parents to clarify your bond. And discuss the next level."

"Allahuakbar–" muttered Aaron who continuously rubbed his face with both palms while saying hamdalah. As for the man by Aaron's side just smiled before extending his hand.

"Congratulations, Brother.." - he murmured sincerely.

"Belch!" Aaron returned Ilyas' handshake. Then pull it in for a hug.

*Yes, that girl doesn't belong to anyone yet. It is not that I have the right to be upset at this destiny which apparently sided with Aaron. Sometimes a person makes a prayer to get what he wants. But that does not mean all expectations must be accepted as expected.

And now I no longer need to ask about whether I can match him. Because our names were never written to be in lahumul Mahfudz*.

–Ilyas–