Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
The extra part 1

For some reason for the girl with the color of her feet hijab to match her dinner dress as a teacher, very slow walking. It was only a month earlier that he was sitting in a special faculty at one of the private junior high schools. But his life is always filled with feelings of sadness that he never felt before knowing the figure of Aaron Azmi more deeply.

In the past, the young man with a bright skin color never once adorned his mind, until since the figure of the handsome young man always sent a message similar to Shi'ar. Which immediately made his heart continue to be watered with words of Islamic motivation. Brought him to another feeling after his admiration for the jovial male figure if in front of his students or perhaps his fellow male teacher. But not with the opposite sex, Ustadz Harun is more self-limiting.

Maybe because of Gus' status embedded for him who has Kyai's blood. He never wanted to be called Gus by anyone. To make it must really keep the good name that has existed since he was born so as not to be polluted. But most of all, Aaron's fear of things will lead to the wrath of God.

Qonni snorted, unceasingly every day he checked the incoming messages expectantly. Her prospective husband has long since never again sent a message, except the words congratulations if there is a certain moment, nor continue long as a pleasant conversation.

The bell rang, Qonni gushed his phone into his front pocket. Then get ready to start the lesson in the class that he will go to. Although other teachers are still busy chatting, there are also those who casually watch movies on their own laptops, or who just relax devouring food and so forth.

Qonni himself chose to rush towards the classroom. Yes, at least as a new teacher he should be more responsible for his work. Because when he was still a student he liked to feel upset if the lesson time he liked should be wasted in part, because the delay of the teacher entering the class.

The teacher who taught the maths subjects had already taken his step out of the office space while occasionally greeting the students who were still outside their classroom.

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Somewhere else.

Aaron flinching after finishing the book of exegesis Ibn Kathir the eighth volume. The man with the thin beard looked at the already dark sky from the glass window of his room which was on the second floor. There was a feeling of longing that often disturbed his days, even though he had tried hard to remove the shadow of Qonniah from his mind for a while.

Not time!

He always stressed himself not to follow the devil's trap. Because even though he was bound in the status of fiancee, Qonni was still not halal for him to miss.

The man with the white t-shirt got up as he felt his stomach a little hungry. Yes, since this afternoon he had not touched the rice, it was only natural that his brain reacted to send a signal from an empty stomach.

In the dining room that became one with the kitchen, the man took enough rice from inside the rice heater. Then sit on a chair where on the table is available vegetables and side dishes. Aaron himself prefers the meat rendang that is his favorite and fried onions that are mandatory on the table.

"Just eaten, you?" The voice of a woman with a prayer beads in hand made Aaron turn towards the door.

"Yes, Mi. Ummi's eating?" Ask back before putting a second mouthful into his own mouth.

"Udah." The woman, who was over half a century old, pulled out one of the chairs in front of Aaron and sat down. "Have you talked to your future wife yet? If you can, will you stay here?"

Aaron flinching, he was focusing on chewing and then swallowing.

"Yet, Ummi. Slowly lah. Anyway, Ayu is also the youngest child in her house."

"While the youngest, his parents were still intact. If Ummi, it's alone." Bu Nyai Nur pulled the jar containing emping closer towards him. "But yes it's up to you guys. Ummi no maksa, there is also the home of parents, here too," he continued later.

Aaron mangosteen, he seemed to be thinking. Although Ummi Nur never had a problem other than giving advice about him and his wife want to live where. But if you think there is a point, all this time if Ummi is sick himself is always in search. Either because the youngest child is closest to Ummi or because of his warm hands? until the time of care, Bu Nyai Nur will recover faster than in touch other children.

"Y...!"

"Hmm?"

"Harun asked to go ahead, right?"

"What?" Ask Bu Nyai Nur while smiling. "His face?" guess He then.

"If I may–" Aaron answered softly in shame.

"MashaAllah, it's best that the wedding should be in motion, Run." Ummi Nur understands. Moreover, the age of Aaron is mature enough to marry the temptation of his desire must be greater.

"Later try Ummi ask your A'a. Let it be conveyed directly to Mr. Fatkhul Qulum. Times are allowed."

Aaron smiled happily upon hearing that answer. Hopefully, there is no need to wait for the end of the year, Ayudia Qonniah is already legally his wife. And he no longer needed to hold back his longing for the sweet girl.

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On another night, Qonni stood on his back against the wall next to the door to the living room. The girl with the dusty hijab was holding the top of her chest, when news of Gus Mukhlis coming with Bu Nyai Nur made her fret.

"This is about my youngest brother, Mr. Ulum. Sorry, this conversation actually does not intend to oppose Mr. Ulum's wishes."

A series of bad possibilities had hit Qonni's head. What if they come to cancel the wedding?

I don't want God... I want A' Aaron. –Qonni muttered hopefully.

"If allowed, our side asks for marriage to be advanced, sir. Because it has to do with slander. You know for yourself, demons inhabit the bloodstream of humans. As well as my sister, maybe she wants to avoid bad things by speeding up her marriage to Ayudia."

Mr. Ulum looked mangosteen, as well as Aida who was accompanying him by his side. Because of their sudden arrival, the two of them had no preparation to return to discuss this.

Qonni himself immediately smiled as he muttered hamdalah. He had thought of this sudden arrival because they brought bad news. But quite the opposite.

"So how, sir?"

"Emmmm, may I know. What month does the family want?"

"Maybe it won't be another two months" he replied, which made Ulum and Aida look at each other for a while. It was seen Aida nodding once while rubbing her husband's hand. Ulum turned back to his guests.

"We may ask for the opinion of our older brother and teacher, Kyai Irsyad. Can I?"

"Of course you can, sir." Gus Mukhlis chuckles. "This is just our request, really. The rest of you and your mom can think about it. While asking for advice to those who understand."

"MashaAllah.., thank you, Gus."

"Together, Mr. Ulum."

Qonni who was still eavesdropping shut his mouth. He was really nervous. Her husband-to-be asks to be forwarded, and if approved then it is not until two months they will be legal as a couple.

Hurriedly he breezed away from his position. Half ran up the stairs and into the room now on the second floor.

The girl with the dusty color instant hijab looked flowery with both eyes that began to glaze over.

Just as he was about to approach the bed, the device on the table was already clinking. There was one incoming message that made his heart beat faster.

[Assynoltx.]

"Well...!" He grabbed a flat object lying on the table. Want it directly open. However, a feeling of prestige held him back. Until the message comes in again.

[Grow heart. Ayu, how are you? May Allah bless you with kindness.]

Qonni read the follow-up messages from the notification strip, without the need to open the chat application. Surely her lips continue to arch a smile, as the swish of heart that makes her feel happiness when getting a message from her future husband.