Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 92

The night was enough to make Safa wonder. Where would he be taken? Why did Afin ask Aina to stay with the nanny.

The man who brought his own vehicle was still flinching when asked where he was going. Until the car began to enter the lobby of the Mall of Indonesia. The largest mall located in North Jakarta. The man took Safa by the hand after handing her car keys to the valet service.

In a transparent elevator. Safa kept glancing at her husband occasionally until they reached one of the floors that contained a row of famous food courts. People often come with money.

After a few minutes of walking, they stopped in front of a restaurant that looked almost finished in decoration and was not ready to receive customers. Several wreaths of congratulations and success were also seen lined up in front of him.

"What are we doing here, Bang?"

Afin tilted his body towards Safa.

"Guess what!"

"Guess what?"

"Yes, guess first. What are we gonna do standing in front of this restaurant that's still closed?"

Safa's stunned. Staring at the restaurant in front of him, and what makes his eyes interested to stay there is the writing of the name of the restaurant.

"Ainaaa Turkish Restaurant." Safa murmured to read the writing with a light on it.

"Surprise to you, Guzelim."

"Ma–meaning?" Safa looked quickly.

"Let's go in." Invite him who has not let go of their hand. The two pairs of legs swung inward. People who are decorating the restaurant for the opening tomorrow greet Arifin and his wife.

"Grabble! munbarek exhibition." A Turkish man dressed as a chef approached the two of them. (Hallo the bride in berkahi)

"Liat, there are Turks here–" whispered Afin while looking back. The one who responded to Safa's smile. The man immediately approached his friend and immediately hugged the tall man.

"Ahmets. Nassin?" (Ahmet. how are you?)

"My news is good, Bro!" the answer is still carried by the Turkish accent.

"Well, he's gearing up, baby. Apparently speaking Indonesian," Afin whispered again to Safa behind him. Safa herself just joked without making a sound.

Ahmet also laughed after that cuddling with Arifin.

"I haven't seen you in a long time."

"Yes, I have to finish my studies first. But thank God, it's done. Um, by the way you look healthier now?"

"What do you mean I'm fat?"

"You said it yourself, Bro!" They laugh again. Safa just looked down, behind her husband's body because they spoke Turkish again.

"You guys have prepared some food. As an owner, you have to be first."

"Owners?" Safa's murmur was still heard in Afin's ear. The man smiled thinly.

"Can you deliver us, Mr. Chef."

"Of course!" The tall Turkish-faced man stepped in front. While delivering Afin and Safa to a corner close to the glass wall. There, apparently already prepared a romantic dinner for the couple.

"MashaAllah–" Safa was stunned, looking at the neatly arranged table with candles on it. The view of Jakarta at night also adds a luxurious romantic impression.

"Please sit down, I'll prepare the opening menu for you."

"Thanks Ahmet." -."

"Welcome, Arifin..." The man breezed away, to prepare a special meal for Afin and Safa.

Now the two are sitting facing. Both of Afin's hands rested on the table while looking at Safa's confused vaja.

"I still don't understand all this, Bang."

"You've read the name of the restaurant."

"Continue?"

"Yes on?"

"I–ini got us?" whisper while leaning forward.

"Allahu Akbar." Safa looked right and left. Spreading his eyes around every corner. This place is very spacious and can be said to be luxurious. Must be expensive rent.

"I've quit the entertainment world, Fa," Afin said, making Safa turn to him again.

The man pulled out his phone. After that, open the YouTube app.

"Please search my account." His ink while thrusting the device.

Safa was not silent. He grabbed it and looked for me there.

"Aren't you?" Ask him who answered with his head. "Now open all my applications. Find my account, Fa."

Safa obeyed he opened one by one and the result was nil. He did not find all accounts with tens of millions of followers.

"Does all his accounts?"

"I deleted it" he replied lightly.

"Emang, don't you love yourself?"

"No, Fa. That's enough for me." The man leaned his shoulders against the back of the chair. "I got what I wanted. The highlight, you and Aina."

"MashaAllah." The woman in front of Afin blushed. Both of his cheeks suddenly blushed.

"I want to be a merchant. Trade cooked food."

Safa smiled as she closed her mouth. High-end trade. My husband is a little different...

"What are you, rich in me?"

"Who's doing it?"

"That was you laughing at me, wasn't it?"

"Laughter, you said you wanted to be a merchant."

"Well, is something wrong?"

"Now, no."

"Well... Anyway, tomorrow we'll invite the nuclear family. If anyone asks me what work? Answer the ripe food merchant."

Safa mangosteen even while smiling.

"I seriously want to be humble."

"MashaAllah, yes My husband I believe."

"That's dong. Don't peremehin, I'll ask for my ration double to know the taste."

"Hey, talking?!" Safa swerved before Afin pointed forward.

"Our food is coming."

Safa sighed, but she could do it, so I wouldn't get angry.

"Kofte, this is my favorite. Hmmmm..." Afin enjoyed the food.

"It feels exactly like the one in Turkey." Safa responded.

"The ingredients are imported directly from there. So it feels like the original."

Safa mangosteen. They continued eating until a few hours later at the place.

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Arriving at home, Safa immediately looked at her son who slept in her own room with a baby sitter.

"He's fussy, isn't he?" Safa asked her nanny.

"No, Ma. Aina's deck is not fussy at all."

"Oh my God, my son." Safa kisses her son slowly while taking him out of the room, moving into his room with Afin.