Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah

The extra part 4

Shortly after giving the news, precisely before the adhan Magrib reverberated. The car that Arifin was driving entered the courtyard of Ulum's house. Now, after the house was renovated to be larger, the car so can enter. Whereas before, it could only be parked in front of a small iron fence that was only one meter tall.

The woman who had changed her clothes hurriedly approached the princess who was sitting alone on her Car seat. Because Afin did deliberately not bring Aina's nanny along. He said to be more comfortable when he comes home.

"Assalamualaikum, Son of Umma." The woman wearing the black veil immediately grabbed Afin's hand first and kissed him with reverence. Before releasing the safety near the child's stomach. "Sorry, yes Bang. I'm coming straight here."

"No papa. It's not every day that you come home late."

The woman who was holding her child just smiled.

"Where, Dad?" Ask someone who hasn't gotten out of the car.

"Udah is a little bit quiet. It was abis in the kerik and her back was the same mother."

"Have you brought medicine?"

Safa shakes. "Dad mah, never want to seek treatment if the pain is mild."

"That, huh?" Afin lowered the car seat back and stretched.

"The rich are tired."

The man smiled after yawning. "Rumayan, Fa. Today, something unexpected."

"unexpected thing, what?"

"People are starting to ngeuh, if Afin Anka is opening a restaurant in MOI. As a result, the Selebgrams of the famous ampe who used to compete for food reviews in our restaurant. No exception to my fans." Afin laughed, he remembered all day somehow he was asked for photos by customers. "I'll be the owner behind the scenes."

Safa closed the car door. Then took a roundabout path toward her husband, and opened the door.

"What?" Afin who was still leaning on the car seat looked confused when Safa approached her face and sniffed her husband's chest.

"Female perfume smell, Bang. Same physical contact brother of the opposite sex, huh?"

"Astaghfirullah, don't you, honey."

"That, the smell.." Safa's lips coned.

"Who do you smell this perfume?" Afin advanced her body, so that Safa could kiss her husband's body again.

"Emmm?"

"I sprayed your perfume wrong. In a hurry."

"Times, anyway?" Safa again sniffed but instead got a kiss on her cheek. The woman turned her head in surprise, while Afin immediately grinned.

"Don't you?" His protest.

"For God's sake it's your perfume mixed with my perfume. So gini, it smells." Afin insisted, but Safa's eyes seemed to not believe it. "Still not believing? We will go home and prove it."

Safa chuckled, as she saw her husband hurriedly push the button to raise the car seat back, then get off.

"Yes, yes, Bang. I believe..," he replied while holding Afin's chest puffed towards him.

"Main-play! You want me to do some unexpected stunts after the magrib in the room?"

Afin sighed, before biting the inside of Safa's palm with his lips several times which made his wife laugh.

Beyond the twilight sky is dimming. Mentari began to return to the place of his contest, as for them to rush in before the adhan Magrib reverberated.

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After dinner, Safa and Qonni cleaned the dining table. It seems that the girl with the instant gray hijab was very excited, from the time of cooking until now washing dishes. As if all the work wants to be done.

"here, Ma'am. Let me, "he asked Safa who was going to wash the leftover dishes and Aina. Because Afin's has been put in the sink by Qonni, stacked with his mother's plate.

"MashaAllah, who wants to be a bride-to-be. Now be so diligent, Dek." Safa smiled at jail.

"Hehehe, I've been diligent for a long time. Safa's mother who never saw," he replied before waltzing away. Safa herself just bobbing heads, listening to the tone of nasyid song themed halal love that is softly hummed by her sister.

"Dad!" Call Safa while cleaning up the leftovers at the dinner table.

"Yes?"

"Are you really sure you want to go through the household?"

The girl who was engrossed in cleaning the dishes with the foaming sponge smiled.

"Married it, not a condition that contains only honey, Deck." Safa flipped over, before sitting on the dining table chair. "Sometimes, sharp thorns become a base for our feet to stand on. You need maturity."

"inshaAllah, Mother. Qonni is trying to be a good woman. Although, it may not be that old." The sound of rustling plates clashing under the stainless steel arch became their talking companion. The girl sighed. "Sir, what's it like living with a husband?"

Qonni's question was enough to make Safa's forehead wrinkled, but did not wait long for the woman to answer again.

"Died with husband? Surely there is sour, sweet, and bitter. Can not be denied, problems in the household that must exist, Dek. And in the bitter time of being a daily friend, the regret why I used to accept it often also appears. But Mama's husband, not a man far from the faith. No matter how little she is, my husband keeps trying to create more sweetness in the house. That's why Mbak chose to continue with her to this day."

Qonni put the last plate into a small shelf to drain the water before moving to a large shelf. Then flip over, squeezing the dry cloth with both hands.

"A'Aaron asked me to stay at his house after marriage, Ma'am."

"Keep, how are you?" reply Safa.

"I'm really happy, because anyway I have to follow my husband, right?"

Safa nodded her confirming sign, while continuing to look at the sweet face of her only sister listening to her speak.

"But when I say that to Dad. Why did you suddenly shut up? In fact, he's not even at dinner."

"Before I ate, Dek. That's why he doesn't eat."

"Not that. Rich dad's less enthusiastic..." Qonni was suddenly moody. "Is it because I haven't made Dad happy, rich Ma'am first?"

"Kok, are you talking about that?"

"Yes, I haven't weighed in on Dad in years. But now, not yet did Qonni repay Dad's services. Uh, even want to get married."

Unbeknownst to both of them. The middle-aged man stood near the entrance of the kitchen area while holding an empty glass. Ulum gasped, listening to his daughter's complaints. Indeed, since the child was in the application, Ulum became more often moody. And sometimes, like not wanting to talk too often about marriage. In fact, all is not because he does not like his daughter to be married, only his heart is getting here the harder to release the youngest. Which signifies, after this he will really only be alone with his wife.