Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 81

While listening, Safa continued to be privileged. He hopes that the child who is interpreted will be female in the womb is able to avoid his fitnahnya as a woman.

Because in this era maybe many women are aware of the problem of the law so that most of these women are hijab. Unfortunately, they are morally blind as Muslims. So he felt that dating before marriage was a normalized act. Nauzubillahwas...

"How many months has it been?" Safa asked, as the girl stopped telling stories.

"Fourth street, ust," he replied slowly.

"MashaAllah." Safa touched the child's stomach. He also felt a strange texture, like a thick and stiff cloth on the slender abdomen. "This what?"

"I wear a corset, Ust."

"Astaghfirullah al 'azim. You wear a corset?" Safa touched him again. Seeing the position he was sitting in already made him suck. His stomach looks flat. But, just what he thought of the fetus in his womb. "Now let's get off aja–"

"No, Ust." Ifa refused while crying again.

"Fetal's tatian, Ifa."

"But I don't want to get caught, Ust! Anyway, justin. Let's not survive!" he answered while squeezing clothes on his stomach.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim, can't say that. Regardless, this fetus is your flesh and blood."

"But I don't want to be ashamed, Ust."

"That's the consequence. Every path that we actually know is not good, then we still take without thinking. It will definitely affect the bad. So be patient with the trials that come from your own mistakes. Waiting for the help of Allah. You better repent a lot."

Ifa just shut up. Her tears were still on both of her cheeks. He's really sorry. For all that has befallen him. Safa sighed again, she wiped the tears of the teenage girl before her.

"Do your parents know?" Ask, who answered the head. "You should be honest with your mother and father."

"Ifa can't be honest, Ust. Ifa's scared."

"When do you want to hide this fact?"

"No idea. Ifa just wait a minute..."

"Then, that guy? He knows, too, right?"

"Udah, because right then and there. I'll tell him right away, Ust."

"So far, what's the response to knowing you're pregnant?"

Ifa again squeezed the tip of her hijab which stretched to the waist. The girl with the standard-size rectangular hijab was stunned again. Imagining the look of her lover's petty face that felt in disbelief if the fetus in her birth was the result of their relationship that night.

"Does He want responsibility?" connect Safa.

Of all the questions given, only this time the question was not answered by Ifa. Verbal or just a gesture. Because, the break bell rings. Safa sighed to end.

"It'll be noon after school and we'll talk again. Ustadzah still has a lot of work. No papa, huh?"

"Yes, Ust. Thanks, I want to hear my story."

"Either. Later in the afternoon inshaAllah, Ustadzah wait in the mosque foyer."

"Yes, Ust."

After leaving Safa said a greeting that was politely replied by the girl who had begun to feel calm in her heart. Because the burden that is stacked can come out even though it has not finished solving the problem.

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Conversations continue at the mosque. They both sat next to each other. Right at two o'clock in the afternoon. Safa deliberately forbade her driver to pick her up first because she was having business with one of her students.

In front of a quiet mosque. They spoke in a very loud voice. Safa is still listening to the story of the girl who has struggled to hold the man responsible. It is not good faith to admit mistakes. The man actually showed his relationship with other girls openly to Ifa.

Of course that makes Safa very sad. A crown of a woman who is only in her possession once in a lifetime, while still untouched by a man. It must be broken just like that, after He who has not broken through the unlocked glass shield.

Ifa kept talking about her regrets. He even hopes to go back in time and fix everything. But I want to regret whatever it is. Still not affected.

Now, nasipun has become porridge. Regrets as big as anything felt by Ifa is not able to melt everything that has happened. Now his job is to simply give up on the circumstances. He had to tell his parents the truth. Whatever he will receive afterwards.

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At home, Safa tries to grab her own leg. To be smeared body lotion so as not to dry. After that, wear socks. The plan tonight is for Safa to go somewhere.

"Here let me go." The man who was ready with his casual appearance crouched under the bed. Take a thick liquid lotion from inside the bottle before applying it to the legs of the wife.

"Still, Abang–" Safa rubbed Afin's cheeks gently.

The man raised his face with a smile until both eyes narrowed.

"Together, dear," he replied before returning to focus on both legs, Safa. The woman who was just sitting on the lip of the bed was smiling happily.

"Bang, said the doctor. It's probably our daughter's..."

"Continue?"

"Somehow I suddenly felt scared–"

"Fear why?" tanyanya while putting socks on one of his wife's legs. "Dede's healthy, right?"

"healthy. But, nguran girls definitely have to be really extra careful, right?"

"should. The daughter. I also don't want my son to be social. Let him be at home, I'll cover all his needs. Do we need to find a bodyguard from now on?"

"It's not that either."

Afin smile. "I was just kidding. Gini..! One of the reasons why I am grateful to have a child with you. You are a woman of faith, surely our children will have the same faith as you."

"But like the science I got from Ustadz Irsyad. That faith cannot be inherited, Bang. They bring their own fate."

"Yes I know. But Ustadz Irsyad also said, if the direction is like rainwater. Which is passed down to everyone without exception?" Afin has finished pairing one second sock. A sign that he was done with the trivial work, but it was meaningful to Safa. Now his face is back up. Even though it is still in a squatting position.

Safa nodded. It's true about that. Hopefully, his son will not have a shield umbrella to deny the direction.

"Our task is only how to instill faith in God. Start with the little things first. Slowly, getting used to it will be easy for him." Afin continued with a voice following Ustadz Irsyad's style of speech. Safa also chuckled in anxiety.

"It's too early to talk about it."

"You did not talk about it first, not me. But I'll definitely be overprotective of him." Afin kissed Safa's stomach before getting up. "Let's go, night hunt. Later."

"Fisher..." Both hands of Safa were raised. The anxious man raised Safa's body and took her out of the room laughing. When he reached the end of the stairs, he lowered it.