Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 79

Morning greet. Although the sun is not yet seen. Safa and Afin were already on the balcony terrace. Their favorite place to enjoy the morning air without being seen by people.

A cup of hot coffee, and one glass of milk of pregnant women presented. Complete with cucur cake made by Mak Nyai who previously asked Safa to make, when suddenly appeared the sense of wanting to eat a cake made of rice flour and brown sugar.

All have just been among Mak Nyai, the oldest domestic assistant in Afin's house. Yes, because the content is already large. Make Safa is not allowed to go up and down stairs many times.

"By the way, why are you still going to this day? Can't take a day off, can you?"

Safa nodded. His hands rubbed his stomach. The child is not very active at this time. However, due to the stretching of the abdominal muscles. Makes a slight itching sensation felt.

"One more week, Bang. It's still very far from HPL" Safa replied.

"But I can't watch you work. Sometimes I like to think. I'm so mean yes, can make people's children up to this."

"Oh Allah, Gusti!" Safa laughs.

"Seriously, Fa! All because of me. You have to get pregnant, give birth."

"Women's nature, Bang. Pregnant and giving birth. It cannot be disputed."

"But just..." Afin touched Safa's stomach. "Son, don't act. Don't make it harder for your mother."

"It is precisely that much behavior that is you."

"Kok me?"

Safa just kept quiet while sighing. In his heart he protested. The husband who still likes childish asking for rations in almost every night. But he himself knew that his wife was pregnant. Not to mention the feeling of a hardened stomach the effect of mild contractions caused by Arifin orgasmic fluid. Because the man kept releasing it in Safa's womb.

Safa is still flinching. The man grabbed his coffee cup. And blow the surface of the dark colored water.

"Don't like to drink or eat."

"But it's hot, honey."

"Yes wait a minute cold. Blowing food can eliminate the blessing," he said by following the advice of Rosulullah.

"Coffee if it's cold is not good" he said.

"I'll tell you how." Safa grabbed the cup and the sheet and poured a little into the sheet. "So, you don't have to wait so cold. As if the smoke had not been seen. Water does not hurt the tongue."

"MashaAllah" he murmured as he received the coffee-filled lamb and sipped it softly.

"From ibn luhai'ah's hadith narrated by Imam Ahmad . Indeed, the food that is not hot is greater. So don't like to force yourself to eat hot."

"Yes, Darling–" replied Afin who still occasionally sipped his coffee.

"Where is it better, right?"

"Alhamdulillah, yes more delicious. Although it is quite funny to consume it in a gini way."

"My dad is drinking coffee." Safa.

Afin poured it a little. Feeling addicted to the sensation of drinking coffee using lambar.

"Islam is so detailed as to give advice. All for what sake, we take good care of this body. Because, injuring the body is the same as dzolim on yourself. That's one of the reasons why suicide is not accepted by God."

The man put the lamp onto the table. Then nod while cleaning his own mouth.

"Thank you, my dear morning study."

"No, right?"

"No, dong." Afin stretched out one hand and grabbed the wife's body before giving a kiss on the forehead.

This afternoon, Safa walked back to the office. After teaching two hours of maple. Who discuss the belief and morality.

Before arriving at the office, he would usually pass through three rooms. It's a language lab, a library, then a UKS. Then he will meet three steps and a short path that separates the two buildings before reaching his place.

On the sidelines of the step, when the woman with her syar'a hijab passed the door of the UKS. It was like hearing a loud voice from inside. Until his steps stopped immediately. Safa drew closer to the closed door.

UKS at lesson time is never a guard, even if there is only during the flag ceremony. It consists of students from the PMR.

Safa flinch. He is not a counselling teacher. However, hearing there was a sound of crying until like that made his heart moved to approach.

Geck, tok... Two taps before opening the door of the UKS room. Kontan made a veiled girl hastily muffle her cries.

"Assalamualaikum–" Safa's delicate voice greeted the one who was looking down while wiping away tears.

"Wa–walaikumsalam, Ust," he replied.

"Why you?" Ask. He is now standing on the side of the bed. The place where the girl sat with her legs hanging.

The girl answered nothing but a sluggish head.

"You sure you're okay? If there's a problem, you can tell Ustazah." Safa pulled out a piece of tissue she took from the table. The room used to provide tissue. And other P3K equipment.

The girl who was still as happy as she was not crying was still silent. His hand is squeezing the tissue he holds. When Safa was taking water from the gallon that was already there.

"Drink, first."

"Thank you, Ustadzah." Slowly pick it up, then swoop down to the toilet. Since then, she has been crying, making her thirsty.

"What are you called?"

"Come, Ust."

"Class?"

"Ten, three," he answered very softly.

"Oh, tenth grade, three." Gently, Safa rubbed the head of the girl she thought was quite sweet with her fair yellow skin. "Are you much better?" tanyanya, which actually broke the crying of the teenage girl.

"Hiks?" Because of Safa's embrace. Ifa so back can not stem the crying.

"Why?" Safa's eyes shifted back down.

"Uusssssti... Hicks!"

"No papa nangis. Let go if you really want to cry."

Safa calmed him down again by patting him gently on his back. Try to calm him down first. After that, he asked again.

"I'm confused..I'm scared, Ust!" the girl started to open it.

"Why?"

"I?" the girl's words faltered. He can't tell me the problem. But his head was completely dead-end hiding all of this.

"No papa if you can't tell me...?"

"I'm Pregnant, Ust!" Cut off Ifa with a broken cry.

"Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji'un." Suddenly, the confession of the tenth grade girl made her dumbfounded.