Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 82

The car that Afin was driving stopped in front of the lobby of one of the hotels. The venue was a wedding reception of a fellow artist.

The event was dubbed festively. With the presence of many guests of artists who look attractive.

Actually, the bride got married in Bali two weeks ago. And today is the second reception held in Jakarta.

Safa held onto Afin's arm. It felt, for some reason he felt awkward when entering a room decorated with knickknacks dominant tosca color. The Shar'i hijab-wearing woman did not say much, because indeed none of them were known by her. Only in part, even that most women and just spread a smile first when their eyes are pointed at him.

All the procession of the event is live, from the customary to the international. All are presented nicely by the WO in charge of this event.

Now the event has arrived at the session at the invitation of the guests to eat the dishes prepared. Taking turns to meet the bride to congratulate her.

A couple in matching fashion were standing between the buffet tables.

"Where do you want? Let me just stand in line." Afin proposes while Safa is still confused. All the menus look delicious.

"That's what, huh?" One of the most crowded food stands.

"If you see the rich siomay Bandung."

"Well, I want that."

"Okay. I'll queue first. You are here, yes," he said, which Safa asserted before Afin passed.

The woman returned to spread her gaze in all directions. In another corner, there are some guests who also jogged along with the singer who was already prepared. Some others are still in the row of guests who want to shake hands with the two brides. In addition to the ones in the food stand, the rest spread to various corners while enjoying their food.

One of the people who did not wait in line, there was someone who seemed to be watching Safa with a look that was out of the question. Women with straight hair with bangs covering the entire forehead. The girl in open night clothes named Camelia downed the drink provided to the guests before stepping closer to Safa.

"Hai–" he said to the hijab-wearing woman who now turned her face towards the origin of the voice.

"Oh, Hi." Safa's sweet smile was directed at the One who was now standing before her.

The girl in the slightly open dress stared from top to bottom. Judging the simple yet elegant appearance of an Afin wife.

"Today I saw, you?" He asked before glancing at the man who was still busy queuing while chatting with fellow artists. Then it came back to the woman who was smiling. "Sister Afin must very rarely take you to all the events he attended."

"Yes, it's because I refused, Ma'am."

"Don't call, Ma'am. I guess I'm younger.., far from, you." Feeling offended by Mbak's call by the woman who was six years under Safa, made him a little protest.

"Oh, sorry."

"Call Lia," cut it. "According to the call that people often call. Or He.., it used to be the affectionate call of an Afin Anka."

Safa mangosteen. He knew the girl in front of him was the girl who had been the girlfriend of the Afin suit. It was told by Afin himself.

"Bak is lucky, yes. Can be paired with Kak Afin, which is legal in State records. In fact, it's pregnant ..., but it's Kak Afin's son, right?" continued.

"Astaghfirullah, you mean?" Safa said Istighfar with a soft murmur but asked her meaning with a little harder intonation.

The girl held her half of her lips. "I don't think he likes women. I often do, Mother. Sitting on his lap. Groping whatever should make the man rise his desires."

Like on purpose, Camelia wanted to see what expression a wife would show that the Solehah said. While occasionally glancing towards Afin. Checking situation.

Anyway, she's a woman. I'd be upset to hear this from my ex-husband. Inner continues.

"What's in it you're telling a disgrace, Mother herself?"

"Dad?" The beautiful girl with the slim body smirked. "I just want to know, once our fate is the same."

"What do you mean, you mean?" Safa still responded casually. Even his lips still occasionally smiled.

Safa bobbing head. "Alhamdulillah, as long as she is His wife. He treats me as much as a man who loves his girl."

As if understanding where Camelia talks, Safa then refutes it calmly.

"I can't have a marriage with anyone. Because marriage is sacred. I saw everyone who came. Even the Arsh of Allah will tremble while the ijab of the qobul is echoed. Toying with a marriage is to playing with the Islamic Sharia, Lia."

"Yes, yeah .., whatever, deh." The girl changed her countenance with a lazy expression while listening. A man called out to her while patting her on the shoulder. The girl turned to ignore Safa and again coolly talked to the young man who had just been stuck between them.

Safa sighed, as the two men walked hand in hand.

"Fa–" call Afin who is already standing behind him. The woman looked back.

"Udah?"

"Yes, sorry. I talked a lot."

"No papa, Bang," he answered while receiving a small plate containing Siomay. While Afin glanced at the girl who had just left with one of the country's top gamers.

"He was here?"

"Who?"

"Ia–"

Safa smile. "Why? Like the owner of the more cute face?"

"No, Iah!" Refusal spontaneous. "Just ask, he was talking to you."

"That's how." Safa and Arifin walked to find a seat.

"What did he say?"

"No, just a greeting."

"Aren't you sure, he's just that? I understand His character."

"Cieee, who still understands her character," Safa chimed in with a joke. Then sit down when you find an empty chair.

"Faaa.., that's not it."

"Yes, Bang. I got it...." Safa picks up the fish's siomay pieces before moving them into the mouth. "To be..."

Afin just shut up. Looking at the relaxed face of Safa who was chewing her food slowly.

"What did he say?" Repeating question. With a curious expression, yet more dominant worry.

"Nobody's talking, Bang."

"Don't lie."

The woman next to him smiled faintly. "I'm not lying. No, I'm not papa."

"Fa, be honest."

"Oh my God, I'll tell you later. Don't be here."

The man nodded, "i love you, you know. Seriously!"

"I believe that, my husband." The woman on Afin's side laughed as she covered her own mouth. Seeing her husband eating siomay with ogah-ogahan, because he was curious.