Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 78

The matic car that Afin was driving just arrived. Parked in front of an iron fence that is not too big. A yellowish light greeted him who was now closing the car door again after exiting.

He saw a pregnant woman standing near the guardrail between her parents' house and the house being demolished. Middle watering deer horn plants attached to the trunk of the rambutan tree.

The dry season has dried up the soil, and the plants have withered a little. That's why Safa can't just let the plants she used to care for become like this.

The greeting call was answered by Safa who vehemently put the dipper into a bucket filled with water. Both of his hands directly squeezed the side of his robe. To dry. Before receiving Afin's hand that was directed at him.

"Any now go home spit and hold?"

"Why, don't you like it, huh, if I go home spitty? Yeah, I'm back at work again." The man behind the body immediately held Safa while laughing.

"Rape now, huh?" Safa stroked her husband's arm. The man smiled, rubbing his wife's head.

"No idea. Maybe baby-congenital," he answered then followed the words of people who often associate the mood that becomes sensitive because the baby is in the womb.

"But I'm not pregnant, brother? Just what's up." Safa joking.

"You don't know, do you? now then, whatever my son feels it's connected to his father?"

"Times?"

"Now, don't believe." Afin leaned his body forward. Closer to Safa's stomach. "Dek, you're bete, right? Because your bundle is a lot of activity instead of rest?"

Safa who heard Afin's whisper to the child in her stomach laughed. While her hand hit her husband's shoulder.

"Sir, your Mother KDRT, tuh! It hurts..." Afin pretended to be complaining about his mother to the baby. Meanwhile, he stuck his ear. "What's? Kiss medicine?"

"Allahu Rabbi..." Safa closed her mouth again, unable to hold back a laugh.

"Si Dede told her mother to kiss Dad. How, any?"

"Hahaha, Brother..."

"Seriously, Fa!" Afin put his ears back together. "Tuh, even if you can while wooing first."

"Deed, Dede didn't say that, yeah..." Safa denies.

"Not believing. My ears are closer to him. Dede said that, Mother." The man with the thin sideburn tapped his cheek with his index finger.

"Hiiiish, yes not here either."

"If it's inside, said Dede instead ask for more. I'm mah, good father, Fa. Tell me what she is." Pointing to the stomach of Safa.

"Allahs... God.this one father-to-be could be, yes."

Both joking. Stopped the crisp joke but quite tickled Safa. They then entered the house because the sunlight dimmed.

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Because they don't stay. Afin and Safa are now on their way home. They say goodbye after the Maghreb without accepting the mother's dinner invitation. Beside Safa does not want to stay home. He also suddenly wanted to eat something that became his favorite when he was a child.

And before the Adhan Isya reverberated Afin invites the wife to one of the dining places located in the area of the fifth foot. The tent stall that Safa chose was satay taichan.

In that crowded place. Afin walked slowly while holding Safa's hand. Find an empty place to eat.

"Sister Afin, huh?" A hijabless young woman rebuked him right in front of Arifin who was passing by at his desk.

The man replied with a friendly nod and smile. The stronger the grasping his wife's hand to pass the woman with a long-sleeved shirt and mini-skirt.

"Well, can I have a photo?" back he held it.

"Remain again. Just here, brother. We're almost done, all right." The woman offered. The other three people at the table agreed.

"Here, Brother!" The other saut. Safa, who was standing behind Afin, remained silent.

"Sorry, yeah. We'll take the one in the corner. Excuse me." Afin tried to subtly refuse. Beside his position was too crowded. He was not sure if they would really go home. Moreover, one of them still ate satay with only two stitches left on the plate.

"Well, not in love!" The woman who was assessed as an office worker immediately threw her buttocks with annoyance in a plastic chair. The other three women were laughing.

"Broast, right, Afin Anka is now the same as the fans? Gua hasn't fansied her since marriage! Not ****. Even now the cave is unfollowed as well." One of them chimed.

"Yes! Basic Selebgram songong!" harrumphed.

The woman who had been rejected had to turn on the camera phone and point it at the man who had just passed her.

"A cocky artist, here guys! In the mintain even nanggepin photos, dong!"

"Yes, here. Kaga is allowed to take care of her..." One of the women with a short hairstyle.

"So scared wife Dong, He. Haha." Others chimed again.

"Bini spec ustazah. Get ready for a talk every day. Kena, Lo..."

"Eat the ustazah!"

They laugh. And the scorn is actually not too loud. So it didn't sound right up to Safa's desk. But the footage they made was uploaded to one of the short video applications most interested in people today.

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A waiter placed two servings of satay taichan on the table at the very back end. Complete with lontong and two glasses of their drink. Safa herself ordered warm oranges. While her husband prefers fresh ice tea.

"MashaAllah –" Safa saw that all her food seemed appetizing. However, as it was still hot, he waited for a while.

"Cock just look at it?" Ask Afin who has bitten the tip of her satay. The spicy and savory taste was fitting, as if directly dancing on his tongue. Safa is not wrong to make this tent stall as her favorite stall.

"It's still hot, Bang," he replied with his hands still under the table.

"It's not so hot, really. I'm wearing a cold sauce." Afin grabs a skewer on Safa's plate. Then rolled it many times on spicy chili sauce that is rubbed coarse then given salt and squeeze the lime.

"Now, eat. I guarantee it's not hot anymore" he asked, pointing the skewer toward Safa.

The woman sitting in front of Afin smiled and accepted him, biting.

"MashaAllah, it's good to be bribed," he said, closing his mouth laughing softly.

"Ohooooo's... Bumil crap, that's."

"Haha, yeah. Throwing all of you, Baba," his timpal which then made Afin stunned with his mouth smiling.

"Pig?" Ask lirih.

"I want it to mean Dad."

"Yes... Baba trusts her your mother, son."

"Oh my goodness, how do you say that?" Safa asked with a soft laugh.

"Because our son's telepathy gets to you," he said.

"Ngaco keep going, nih." Safa responded with laughter as well. They continued their dinner. Not to mention when Adhan Isya reverberated. Without hurry but not also intentionally in the slow down they immediately spend all the food in the message.