Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
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It's been a few months. The content of Safa is increasingly visible. He even wears a special uniform for pregnant women when teaching.

Today he went home to his parents. Stop by for a while because the mother said today was the first day the workers who were about to dismantle the house next to her did their job.

Yes, after the deal. While waiting for the land letter to change its name. Starting today the simple house of Ulum will be renovated. Like a falling durian. Afin even hired the services of architects to design a house that was planned to be made two floors.

As usual, Dad actually forbade Afin to finance the renovation of this house. But the man who is one month away will turn thirty-four years old is still determined to help. Until Dad took the middle ground. Afin can help but not all. I don't know, even though Ayattul's mother did not mind her son helping Ulum's family to renovate the house. But Ulum still felt sorry for the besanya.

Arriving home, Safa greeted with greetings. A woman who is not so thin but not fat as well, looks moved closer to her son who is walking slowly while holding his waist.

"Masha God..." At the touch of that enlarged stomach. Anxiety due to its oval shape made Aida laugh. It was as if looking at Safa's stomach like a baby.

"Qonni's not home yet, ma'am?" Just ask a little. The greater the age of the body. The sooner he gets tired.

"Not yet. said there was a hearing today."

"Oh, huh?" Safa who was already standing near the Sofa slowly threw down her buttocks.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank God, good luck and pass quickly. He can't wait to marry the same candidate." Seloroh Safa laughs. The mother also participated.

"Have you eaten?"

"Udah, but it feels rich laper again."

"It's only natural to be a laper fast. Yeah, eat first, yuk. Mom cook vegetable soup reinforcement."

"MashaAllah's. Come on!" Safa gegas. Indeed, when he came earlier he had smelled the delicious aroma of his mother's cooking. SOP chicken bones are a special menu in that family. The two then entered the kitchen area to eat. At the boisterous companions of the workers who had begun to dismantle the house beside him.

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Getting here. Afin increasingly rarely live on all social media accounts. In fact, he also ordered his admin to start deleting some of the posts since he became Selebgram gradually.

Which, of course, his word made his Crew a little worried. About their work. Because, in addition to the increasingly rare Selebgram interact with fans, Afin also began to rarely receive endorsements from various owners of famous brands. It was clear, his boss would quit the entertainment world. Although not verbally confirmed.

Curiosity also began to be present from the fans as well as some news hunters. Opinions are starting to emerge. From the attitude of Afin who always avoids even journalists. Sure oes. All the rumors about him were ignored by the man.

Afin himself is focusing on other areas. There are plans to open a Turkish-style ready-to-eat restaurant. Because he has an acquaintance chef from Turkey who happens to be willing to cooperate with him.

In one of the largest mall buildings, Jakarta. A place where many people come to shop or just hang out. A man with a thin Jambang was focusing on his business plan. Looking at the location he was going to take, this was the last of the five buildings of his choice.

"Where, sir?" Ask an intermediary. The man saw the location of the room quite wide. The most important thing for him is the kitchen. Also a glass wall directly facing the main road.

"I fit the same place." The man with the black hat was bearded while stroking his own chin.

"This place is strategic. From the escalator, you can see the entrance. This store includes many who want to get it, sir. I've also been invited by people to rent this place."

Afin was silent for a moment. Looking at the glass wall. The power of the long bar-type table here will attract many consumers.

"How's it?" Ask until it breaks Arifin's daydream.

"alright. I'll take it."

"Good, Sir. For transaction. You can directly transfer the account number that I will love through the green application. "

"good. Thank you very much."

Triiiii... Her phone ringing sounded. The man hurriedly took out the device from inside his bag and received a voice call from across the street. The other phone came from one of the rutan officers.

A few minutes later...

Afin has arrived at Bhayangkara hospital. After getting a report if the condition of the tattooed man was critical. According to a brief explanation from one of the rutan managers.

"Actually, what happened to him?" Ask Afin after sitting on the chair. And talk to the officer who handled it.

"Yes, Mas. So we actually also just found out, if the man apparently often experience a gnawing in the cell. By fellow rutan residents," replied the man in uniform who was sitting on another bench. Dealing with Afin. "Some of the prisoners are also being examined."

Afin flinched grimacingly listening to his explanation.

"It was suspected because of the sense of solidarity of the residents of rutan. Who consider cases of abuse and adultery to be the lowest caste for them. So Brody received a lot of violence as a way they vent emotions. Moreover, the case is more towards same-sex enthusiasts."

Indeed, all this time between them no one wants to be close to the tattooed man who now looks thinner. Even just arriving his gaze had already made them horrified.

It's so bad he. His inner. The purpose of the police was to report this because only Afin recorded himself as a family. And he's asked for approval to transfer Brody to a bigger hospital for serious treatment.

A few minutes passed, Afin then said goodbye to negotiate with his wife this problem. Because, the doctor's advice to move Brody's.