Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 93

New days keep coming. Even without feeling their child has now begun to enter the age of ten months.

The couple had just finished their tahajud and dhikr prayers. Now the two of them are sitting cross-legged facing each other. While waiting for the dawn time they did the recitation of Ar Rahman's letter until it was finished.

"MashaAllah, Brother." Safa was amazed to see Arifin's changes that were really far away from the first time they met.

"Don't praise me, Fa. I was afraid to be happy and finally had the ambition to do good practice to get praise."

MashaAllah, Safa. She nodded with a smile, grabbed her husband's right hand and then kissed with reverence.

"I don't think my life will ever get to this point. But I am grateful, even though my faith goes up and down. You, always manage to bring me back."

"It's not me, Bang. But Allah, because all good things come from His mercy. Praise Allah with the best of praise."

"Subhanallah walhamdulillah wala ilaha illallah wallahu akbar." Afin mutters. The man even more exuded an aura of faith on his face. Which makes it look more shady.

Before long Adhan dawn reverberated. Afin also said goodbye to the mosque near the house while on foot.

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Some people gathered who were dominated by male worshipers. While waiting for their priests to praise. Before long a muezzin rose and immediately gave the prayer sign will begin.

"Mas Arifin's. Yes, you can be an imam in a mosque. It just so happened that Mr. Ustadz was sick again."

"S–me? So priest?" Afin.

"Yes, I was horrified Mas Arif could pay for it."

"Who said?" Afin asked. Because all this time no one knew that he studied religion with Ustadz Irsyad. Even Safa doesn't know.

"Who said, huh? Rich has heard. Yes, go ahead."

"But?"

"No papa, I can." Everyone approved Afin to be the imam at the mosque.

Honestly Afin was hesitant because this was the first time he became a mosque imam. Wouldn't it be a problem? If the reading is not exactly what?

Bad thoughts began to poison his head. But want to retreat how, he was already standing in the mosque mihrab.

Oh, God, how is this? I'm so nervous. Afin is still not. The whispers in the back began to sound.

Be sure of your intentions because of God. Then everything will be smooth. –the words of Ustadz Irsyad suddenly flashed. The man also said bismillah.

Robbis rohlii shodrii, wa yassirlii amrii, wahlul 'uqdatam mil lisaani yafqohu qoulii –Afin recite prayer in heart. After that read the intention with his words.

"Allaaaaaahu Akbar!"

Two early morning designs are well run. A smooth and melodious recitation of the Qur'an, plus an unsteady qunut. Inevitably made him shed tears. Remembering the sins of the past that once scared him to return. And today he stands as a priest to some people. Allah is truly good, Allah only judges people by their good deeds in the present day regardless of the badness of the servant in the past.

Afin has successfully carried out his duties as a priest. He also led his dhikr as well, in addition.

Not enough with all that. They then asked Afin to bring the material at dawn. As for the man immediately nodded, agreeing with him. As Ustadz Irsyad said. Science must be spread, with the intention of various instructions of God.

Meanwhile at home, Safa just finished zikr. At once the woman was stunned, hearing the opening greeting from the mosque. Yes, he memorized that voice. The voice of the man she misses every day.

"I'm talking here. Not as a sinless holy man. I am speaking here, for I myself am a sinner who may be more despicable than my father and mother."

"Bang Arif?" He muttered, with trembling hands holding a prayer beads. The clear thread in one of his eyes dripped and fell. He got up and walked quickly to the balcony.

She just wanted to hear the study that her husband brought from the outside to make it sound clearer.

"I just want to share one thing. How big is our sin? Never run away...! Never run away from the way home that is always wide open from the Lord who accepts repentance."

"Then if we are sick because of those sins. Where do people stay away, where people chide, judge..!" Afin held back for a moment while circulating his gaze. "We must remember that the love of God will never be lost. Father and mother."

"Man, if we have ninety-nine virtues, and only one bad. Then that one looks like it. But not for God. Today we repent, then repent, Allah accepts. Tomorrow we repeat the same mistake, we repent, God accepts. Dozens of times and dozens of times repent again and dozens of times Allah accepts."

"MashaAllah, Husband. Alhamdulillah–" Safa repeatedly shed tears. She never thought her husband would be able to. Even in the words of the verses with almost perfect reading.

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"Assynoltom..." Afin opened the room door. Safa greeted him with a hug. The woman who was still using the face was crying in Arifin's arms.

"MashaAllah, Brother. Beautiful dawn school."

"really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"MashaAllah, thank God then." Afin rubbed Safa's back.

"That moves the words of the brother is Allah. What can be done without God."

"Yes, Bang." Safa raised her face, facing her husband.

"I deserve you?"

"Whatever? Why is it that you talk? Brother always deserves me."

"Not before this, Fa. I keep trying to keep up with you. Because the soul is a reflection. He said, if our partner is too good, and we are not balanced for him then we will not mate for long."

"Not so, Bang. I also still need to learn. But I salute you, you really want to learn. May his knowledge be useful, and all the practices that you do can be accepted by Allah SWT."

"Aamiin...." Afin rubbed his wife's face. "Have you taken a shower yet?"

"Udah. Before dawn, take a shower. Sunnate."

"But I'm hot again."

"meaning?"

Afin smiled while releasing his own pecans and also the prayer mat on his shoulder.

"Well, what's that look?"

Afin did not answer but to lift up his wife's body.

"Yahoooo! What do you want?"

"Main water, yuk."

"What?"

"Just a minute!"

"Well, Abaaaaaang!" Safa's voice was disappearing more and more often the bathroom door was closing.

In the bathroom...

Afin lowered Safa's body, which was still covered in mucus, then doused his wife with a shower of water. There was an inevitable laugh between the two when Safa also replied to her husband when she managed to snatch the shower from Arifin's hands. The man with Koko's robe seemed to avoid a burst of water with his arm.

Yeah, this morning. Her happiness is so bad. He felt more calm life far compared to his life in the past.

"Udah, Fa! Faaa, geez!" Afin continued to try to avoid the spray of water directed at his face in Safa's reply. Until the man was able to grab both hands of Safa then hold her and take the shower back.

"Udah, really, you know, we can't joke a lot in the bathroom." Safa begs. Worried that her husband was back on the attack.

Afin nodded too. Because what his wife said was right. He put the shower back in place. Then she took off her wet clothes. So did Safa who released her face. The two looked at each other, then smiled.

"Let's take another bath–" ledek Afin while pointing at the shower cubicle.

The woman in front of him seemed to sigh in annoyance.

"Let's take a shower, here I'll open the shirt."

"Don't I open it myself."

"Sama aja–" Afin took off his wife's shirt button and took it off. After that they continued bathing together in one shower room.

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It was a long morning. Afin took his small family for a walk around the compound while pushing a baby stroller. The air is still cool is good to inhale, especially the environment they live quite clean and comfortable.

They took the time to stop at the edge of an artificial lake. Which is deliberately built to beautify this complex garden. Look at the calm water with the lotus floating on the surface.

"It turns out that being a human being that nobody knows is fun. Being an ordinary person and living a normal life in the middle of the family while exploring religion is the right choice. Moreover, having a wife of Solehah like you."

"MashaAllah, I'm not that good, Bang."

"Make me you Sholehah, Fa. You're awake, like expensive clothes in a glass display case. I'm grateful only I have the key to unlock the etalas."

Safa smile. Both of his cheeks were blushing.

"Hopefully Aina could inherit obedience like her mother."

"Aamiin, I hope more than me."

Afin smiled, agreed. He then grabbed the wife's shoulder. Grateful for all the favors he felt at this time. Hope everything goes well. Although there will still be new tests. But he hopes to become a stronger person.

–Selebgram Insyaf for Si Solehah, Finish!–