Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 89

Elsewhere Afin gathered with friends who he thought were like family. Who has for years helped him in the content creation process from the beginning he traces the entertainment world.

The life that once made her feel on the clouds. To forget that he is a dwarf who if not by the grace of God, Afin is no one.

"Guy! Previously the cave wanted to say thank you. Of all that you have lived, during work with caves and alms. Om Brody."

The man died one day before being transferred to RSCM.

"Until finally cave change manager that until now. Tau cave, this is very heavy for some people including the cave itself. Make this mutusin aja cave takes more than a year to be absolutely sure ninggalin world that surely many people want to be in the cave position."

All that was in front of Afin were bowed. They are actually still not sincere with the decision of Afin who wants to stop being a cyber celebrity. Because, after here. Where else will they find work. Even if there are not all bosses like Arifin. Which often gives a big bonus every few videos that tranding.

"Gua said thank you to Lu, Yon. Thank you for helping to gradually delete videos on YouTube. Plus videos on IG and others."

Afin's words in response to the thumbs up from Yonie from the editing section who was still down lethargic.

"Thank you all, too. Before parting, the cave wants to apologize profusely. The cave often gets angry with you, the cave often ngeleluarin word not pantes. Gua beg you guys to apologize cave."

"Sister Afin! Are we really not going to continue production? If Kak Afin really has migrated, we change the religious channel no papa, dah! We're comfortable working with Kak Afin" his personal assistant cut this conversation. He was just unable to hear the chatter containing onions that were thrown Arifin.

Afin smiled, before sighing. The heavy ones parted with the team.

"Gua has not been able to open a religious channel, Biyan. There is no way that suddenly the cave of dakwah..."

"Bikin a podcast show by Ustadz. Talk about religion." Alan.

"The idea would be the Cave wrap to enter consideration. But for now, the cave is again focused on studying religion. As we look ahead, okay!"

"But, Brother. What about us?" Biyan put a face in front of Afin. The man put his palm right at the top of his head covered in a white hat. Then patting slowly.

"Gua believes you will get a better job. Not the same cave."

"It's not that easy, brother. We're a dozen years old. Even Afin Anka channel has become the top in Southeast Asia. Then why the hell, Bang? we changed the theme, right?" Although little by little there began to be unfollow, anyway. Biyan said in her heart.

"No, Yan. Every good decision must be ready to sacrifice something."

"Yeahahhh..." The young man with the white hat let out a heavy sigh.

"Once again the cave apologizes to you. Gua is not a professional artist."

"No, Bang. Make a private cave decision Brother is not entirely wrong. That's your right, and the private cave appreciates that" Alan said with a smile.

"Yes, Bang. We're ridho, really. Although still hoping not long from today, Bang Afin calls us again to join," continued Yonie who agreed to several other crews.

"Alhamdulillah–" Afin muttered before turning to Biyan next to him. "Now Lu, Yan? You're sincere, aren't you?"

"Well, how else?"

"Udah is iklhas. What a cry, Lu!" Alan embraced Biyan's shoulder while chuckling. Then the room turned rowdy with laughter.

After the farewell joined the barbeque event together. They all hugged each other and hugged. Give each other support and prayers.

Now only Afin left alone after everything came home. Standing looking at the production house he built with his YouTube results. The man came out while turning off the lights one by one. After that, lock the meeting.

***

The door of the room opened, Safa who was breastfeeding her baby turned her head slowly.

"Aina's awake?" Afin asked as he swung his legs closer to the bed.

"Yes, it was pup. It's just asking for milk." The woman with long hair on her back smiled. His plain face looked weary after today's event in Babelan.

"You really want to find a nanny? I said it wasn't okay, Bang. Safa can be alone."

"I want you to not stress, Fa. Most mothers who have Newborn experience the baby blues if not helped."

Safa smiled, capturing her husband's good intentions. Rarely, there is a husband who is sensitive to the mental affairs of his wife.

"inshaAllah, I'm not papa. At home, I did not do anything. Just ngurusin Aina aja. inshaAllah I can."

"Yes now, you yourself asked for a lecture at the Madrasah, right?"

"It's still a long time..."

Afin sighed. "I'm going to find a baby sitter. Regardless, I still want quality time with you. You want, I ever want to take you somewhere?"

Safa. Little did not remember because the talk was long enough.

"Tomorrow at night, I'll take you to the inauguration of one of the Turkish restaurants."

Safa's forehead is wrinkled. "Whose owner? Temen you?"

Afin smiled, before kissing his wife's cheek. "We'll see tomorrow."

The curiosity that was instilled by Afin made Safa impatient to wait for tomorrow. Aina's slow suction in one of her breasts made Safa look down. Seeing the child finished breastfeeding. He put his daughter back into the cot that was not far from their bed.

"Sini–" Afin stretched out his hands after his body lay in a tilted position.

"You what?"

"Kelonin I am. What's again? From earlier Aina continued to be taken care of. Baba also wants dong in the business."

"Haha... This brother can."

"Sini– Guzelim!"

The woman with the short-sleeved long negligee approached before sitting on the lip of the bed.

"I'm fat now, huh?" Safa asked while looking at her reflection from the vanity mirror.

"No. You just contain, little! I like–" in Safa's embrace while bringing her to lie on her side.

"I'm tired, Bang." Safa whines spoiled while returning her husband's embrace under the blanket.

"Do you want me to get a pijitin?"

"Later on. I want to hug first..."

"Okay, Mistress. I'm yours tonight."

"Hahaha, Brother whatan, anyway." Safa's head looked up at Afin's face.

"I'm trying to be romantic, Fa. What else?"

"Geli to her."

"Astaghfirullah, have I been fierce, huh?"

"Yes not too."

"Continue?" He asked in surprise, while Safa only smiled as she buried her face in the chest of her husband. The most comfortable place for him now is Arifin's embrace at bedtime.