Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 83

When home. Camelia stands behind a large pole that serves as a support for the basement roof. His hands were clenching one of them. Showing dislike when seeing Afin so attentive with women that even if seen with normal eyes was very unattractive.

The girl took out a solid powder just to make use of the small mirror in the container and then looked at her own face. After feeling more perfect, Lia immediately grinned. He also looked back.

At the sight of Afin was setting the chair for his wife to be more comfortable. Then hold it slowly when the woman was about to get into the car. This further proves that what Safa says is true.

CK! Why is Afin not that sweet, the same time I used to be?

Waiting until Afin's car drove, because it happened to be his car with Afin's car nearby. Only one car away. It could actually be a nod. However, it was more lazy to meet his wife.

And when the car was on the road. Lia's head followed the car's motion. Before breathing out.

"What's so special, that lady hick?" His one leg stomped in annoyance before walking closer to his own car.

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On the way home, Afin was still curious. He then again asked Safa who at that time actually he also began to forget.

The man in control of the car held Safa's hand until the woman who had rubbed her stomach turned her head.

"So she did you?"

"Who?"

"Lia, the Fa."

Safa sighed. Justifying his sitting position without answering anything.

"I don't really care about him. I'm worried about you." Afin.

"As I answered just now fits right there, Bang. He didn't say anything. Yes, just think I'm your setting wife," he concluded while interspersed with laughter.

"What do you need to answer?"

"Yes, makeshift. Because we are not married because of the setting," he replied, while Afin only beards. "Get, he asked if this is your son or not."

"The brain is a little shear, chick!" The sarcasm is bad.

"Astaghfirullah, don't talk about it, Bang."

Afin remained silent, while turning the circumference of the turning steering wheel. They no longer talk about Camelia, because after all, Afin really does not like it. He asked because he was worried that Safa would be angry with him. Like his friends' couple. Who is always jealous.

Sometimes I wonder. Safa is rich and never jealous. My fans ask girls. But never he was suddenly upset. –Afin glanced at his wife. As for Safa starting to re-route to the others. The atmosphere in the car melted again.

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The morning atmosphere is starting to warm. The ringing bell dispersed the students who were still wandering in the school area to rush into their respective classes. Signs of teaching and learning activities will be immediately addressed.

In the midst of preparing some teachers who will teach in the first hour. Safa and one of the other female teachers continued their conversation. Because for this first hour their schedule is empty.

"Ust, later if you have a feeling do not go directly to the hospital, yes. Hold it first, let's not overdue the wait" said a female teacher whose age had stepped on the forty-year mark.

The big hijab woman with five children gave advice to Safa who was staying shortly into her birth date.

"Embang usually how many hours, Ust. Until it was actually born?"

"Depends on your condition. But usually for the first child it likes long. There were even twenty-four hours."

"Oh, huh?.." Safa's dumbfounded. Experiencing contractions for 24 hours is not a short time. It must hurt a lot.

Safa mangosteen. Since her age, she's getting older. Women often get advice from the left. Maybe he'll take some that he thinks is logical.

Not even those in the office room dispersed. Safa and her fellow teachers were still chatting.

Ms. Inayah suddenly made an announcement. That there will be a sudden meeting. Kontan, it raises a question mark for those who immediately whisper to each other.

Some have guessed, some know nothing. They clearly obey. This is definitely not an ordinary meeting...

Bu Inayah asked the teachers to delay the learning process for a while by giving assignments to each class. And the impromptu meeting began.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh," greeting in echoed to all the teachers' councils there. Of course, it was immediately responded by them.

Safa who has been chatting since. Now focus on looking at the headmaster's mother who started talking. Apparently the discussion this time about the issue about one of the students.

"Maybe some of the Father/mother has heard rumors of a tenth-grader who is pregnant."

Safa bowed. He knew which student he meant. Although Bu Inayah did not give the name of the student. He himself knew first.

"before this I and Ustadzah Nurma as the guardian of class X-3, have confirmed directly to the student. And the boy admitted it. As for the meeting I held it solely to continue valid information, in order to avoid additional rumors that are not facts. So, from here. Does the father/mother of the teacher want to express an opinion?"

A male teacher who teaches sociology raises his hand.

"Tafadhol, Ustadz Imron."

"Syukron, Mrs Inayah. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh."

"Valayam warahmatullah..." All the teachers answered included, Ms. Inayah.

"As the rules passed by the school. Students and students should not become pregnant or impregnate. They will be returned to their parents. I mean, it's obvious. So better, the schoolgirls are returned to her parents, ma'am. If he can start tomorrow he's not allowed to go to school anymore."

Inayah ma'am muttered, even all the teachers in the room agreed. They began to whisper to each other asking what kind of student. Not all teachers teach X-3 classes.

"Thayib, thank you. Imron Ustadz. Maybe someone would add."

"Afwan, Ma!" Another one raised his hand.

"Tafadhol, Adi Ustadz." Bu Inayah again invited. Ustadz Adi as an Arabic teacher greeted him first before expressing his opinion.

"It seems we must aggressively provide socialization about the dangers of free association. Because our students probably obey the school rules here. While outside of school, they turn wild. Anna often finds the posts to be bad for the students. Even dating is also getting normalized."

"Afwan, Ustadz Adi Anna interrupted. But the school's out of hand about responsibilities outside the school." Another teacher gave his opinion.

"Na'am, Ustadz. That's true, but it's good if we also give directions to the better. At least able to reduce the negative impact of this free association. Anna advises, socialization is not only on students but guardians of students as well. Maybe in two or three months there is a routine study of guardians and students..."

The ribs are increasingly heard, until the office room becomes more noisy because of the pros and cons.

"Thayib. thayib, Ustadz. Jazakallah Khair." Bu Inayah mediates.

While the meeting was still going, Safa herself was stunned. He still remembered the sobs of Ifa who said he still wanted to go to school even to college. But how else. This is the consequence of him not being able to keep the honor. The impact of the little adultery that had to destroy everything.

For a moment, he thought. Why is his father so limiting the relationship of his daughters. He was even willing to become a private motorcycle taxi driver for the sake of security to stay awake.

Because according to studies he had heard, girls are the spirits of their parents. Or the boundary between heaven and hell. Girls can be a rope to pull their parents to heaven, but they can also push their parents to hell.

Nowadays, maybe parents are more angry if the goods in his house are brought by people. However, it is not so hard if the girl is brought a non-mahram boy out of the house. Far from his eyes.

The reality of life, where parents are now more obedient to their children. Instead of giving a little restraint for the good of the child.