Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 85

The next day, a disciple handed Pink Safa's wallet to her. This made Safa feel grateful. Fortunately, he had not blocked all the cards that were there. He just believes that the sustenance will definitely return.

"Here you go, son?"

"Emmm.." the girl in Scout uniform nodded. At the request of Ustadz Musa, he was asked to confess that he had found his wallet.

"MashaAllah, thank you very much, yes." Safa took out all the money in her wallet, worth five hundred thousand. "It's for the snack, you."

"No, Ust."

"No papa, take it. Your sustenance for being honest. Because there's not a penny of Ustazah's money missing."

"But?" The boy felt bad. Never mind he lied. Plus you have to receive the money as well.

"Take aj–" Safa handed the money to him. "Yes, Ustadzah went straight to another class. Thanks again, yes."

"S–sama-same, Ust. Thanks for this too."

Safa simply smiled as she rubbed the head covered in that dark brown hijab. The girl looked at the five hundred thousand money in her grasp. He is grateful because today does not bring money to pay LKS which has been repeatedly charged. Because the mother who is only an iron worker is not holding more money. But on the other hand, if he took it for granted would be very disrespectful to Ustadz Musa.

– A few minutes later...

"Assalaminaikum, Ustadz!"

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." The man who was just about to perform the Dhuha prayer was surprised when he saw the girl he asked for help was waiting for him in the mosque foyer. "What's up, Put?"

"It's money from Ustadzah Safa." The girl gave her money. He decided to leave it to his teacher. After all, today he is fasting David so there is no need for snacks. And the problem of paying for books, he can think about later.

"Money from Ustadzah. Meanin?"

"So I was given pocket money because I have found plus returned the wallet Ustadzah. And who found and kept his wallet, right, Ustadz. So I love this to Ustadz Musa."

The man with the thin beard and white skin was stunned for a moment. Before finally laughing.

"MashaAllah! No, no. That's your right. Take it." Take it." Ustadz Moses refused.

"Don't do it, Tadz. I've been lying, when I have to take this money too."

"Yes no papa, lie to you God for the good. So take aja.., yes Ustadz want Dhuha first."

"But, Tadz?"

"No papa. Just make you." The man rushed away from entering the mosque after reciting a prayer. The girl was stunned again.

Maybe this is my sustenance. My mom said, after school I was told to pay the same amount of rice eggs to the stall for lunch. Thank God, I don't need debt. –the girl's eyes condense. He also took a sheet to put into the charity box after it breezed away with a grateful heart.

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A few weeks passed. Safa looked at a date on the table. He was a little stunned because it was past one day from the date of HPL. But the contractions did not feel. His hand touching her enlarged belly he began to feel worried.

In between his words. He heard the door of the room knocking. Carefully the woman who had been taking leave since ten days ago walked closer to the door.

"The salamalaikum, the Fa." Mother Ayattul greeted him cheerfully.

"Walaikumsalam, Mother," he answered warmly before reaching for the hand of Mother Ayattul. Kiss hand.

"Near the date of birth, Mommy is more worried if again working. Afraid you feel fit again no one is accompanying."

They both went into the room. And sit on one of the sofas in the corner of the room.

"Thank God, thank you for always caring, Mother." Safa smile.

"Where, what date is the HPL, anyway? Mother forgot exactly."

"Actually yesterday, Mother."

"Well?!" Mother Ayattul touched Safa's stomach. "continue, has there been a contraction?"

Safa shook her head slowly.

"Coconut yet? Now we go to the hospital, okay? Check with the doctor. Mommy is worried even," asked the question which was then answered by Safa.

Some time passed. After arriving at the hospital and passing the queue for examination. Now Safa and Bu Ayattul have entered Obgyn's room. A doctor tried to check her condition.

"It's been a day past HPL. But there have been no contractions, usually natural yes. Because there are some like that. I would recommend not going home, Mom. Given the condition of the fetus is good, the opening has also entered one. Perhaps, an induction procedure will be performed to spur the baby to come out."

"Oh, yeah. So can my son be born today as well?" Ask Bu Ayattul enthusiastically.

"Yes, Mother inshaAllah, it can be normal. Hopefully there are no obstacles."

"MashaAllah." Safa muttered with eyes condensing. In a moment, he would feel the seconds between life and death. A woman who gives birth to her child into the world.

"Please discuss it later to choose an inpatient room. Later, the nurse will deliver, Mrs Safa to be taken to the delivery room."

"Thank you, Doctor." Both of them got up while shaking the gynecologist's hand. While a female nurse wearing a hijab. He led her to the delivery room.

Somewhere else... He seems busy with his work. Even the assistant did not realize that Afin's phone kept ringing. Because it uses silent mode.

Some time later, Safa's stomach began to wrap around after receiving the induction process earlier. He even slept on the left side. While his hands were holding a small bag. On his left side, two middle-aged women were waiting for Safa while continuing to lead him to take a stand.

It appears that Mother Ayattul repeatedly pulled out a cellphone to contact, Afin. But not answered.

"Where, anyway. That kid?!" Mother panicked a little. Not to mention when something seeps.

"Mom, the power of his fortitude has broken." Safa told him with a weak voice after a few hours of waiting, the process of giving birth would be done soon.