Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah

Chapter 75

The days just pass by. To be able to forget an event that Safa said was very thrilling. After receiving news, if Mr. Roby has been arrested for the case of persecution of his ex-wife and biological children, Safa feels both concerned and relieved.

Now Thalita can smile happily, back in the arms of Indriani's mother. Not to mention the verdict of the judge on custody of Thalita for under seventeen years fell on his mother. They even received special protection from the Komnas for the protection of children and women.

Today, Ms. Indriani handed her daughter's moving letter to Safa who seemed stunned to see a letter on the office guest table.

To be honest, Safa was very sorry about that. Learners who always excel in the classroom, must get out of this MAN. But, back to all that was their decision. Who plans to move to Ibu Indriani's hometown in Aceh. To live a new life away from the frenzy of the city. And forget all the memories of her with the ex-husband whose heart has been attached to the hijabless woman since ten years ago.

They were divorced for about a year and a half. Because of Roby's temperament attitude that has become increasingly so since marrying a young widow who had contracted in one of Roby's contracts. She was often the victim of unreasonable tantrums from her husband every time he returned from his young wife's house.

A little of the story was heard by Safa with concern. Although now, Bu Indriani's sweet smile is more dominant in adorning. Yet, still. Ten years of physical and heart-wrenching injuries was no short time.

Safa served while kissing the right and left cheeks (cipika-cipiki) Bu Indriani. The woman was also pleased.

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By one o'clock in the afternoon. Where the sun is blazing radiates its rays to the earth. Safa has arrived at one of the great mosques. Place in the tabligh Akbar filled by KH. Irsyad.

The pregnant woman walked in the hot sun from the car park to the steps of the mosque were very wide and long. While the husband suddenly wanted to take the time to participate in the study. Directly shaded Safa's body with an umbrella.

"Bang, the people are looking at us" Safa whispered.

"They were just amazed at the same bumil beauty next to me," he replied lightly. While fixing his sunglasses.

"What the hell, obviously you who make us flashy," he concluded because it is the appearance of Afin who wears white pants with short-sleeved black shirts. Added white sneaker, hat, mask, and lastly sunglasses. Really stole the attention.

"I'm flashy?" Afin had to watch around. Where the young women who recognized Afin whispered to each other. The next split second was ignored by the man with the thin brew.

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Inside the mosque. Afin clenched his mouth tightly for a few minutes before his spirit turned lethargic. He was tired, with two people on his right and left talking. The one to his right was a seventy-two-year-old grandfather. While next to him was sixty-nine years old.

The two of them were unceasingly talking to him. About grandchildren, children, even their youth. To make the thirty-three-year-old man feel a little bored.

Serious or not. Afin might think of an assembly of knowledge as a concert venue. Where there is a VVIP area for him and Safa.

After all the opening events are shown. Time for the core event. Ustadz Irsyad took a small stage which already had a seat by the committee for him.

A greeting, and small prayers are recited. Do not forget the thanksgiving for the presence of Allah SWT. Also sholawat and greetings given to Prophet Muhammad.

"Beloads who may always be glorified by Allah SWT. Today, in fact I should have already returned to Java. Because I've been here for over a month. Worried the cottage so slide in the ants' cut." Chuckles. "This I postponed again because the call committee said gini to me. 'Mr Yai. Try to be present on this date. I added the contents of the envelope.' I said 'ready!" The whole thing was answered by the laughter of the worshippers present.

"MashaAllah, whoever has dealt with money then everything is smooth, yes." Ustadz Irsyad opened his book with an occasional chuckle while muttering. "The sick suddenly healed, the depressed suddenly sane. An angry wife also if in love money directly changed from the mode of red eyes to clear eyes that sparkle..."

"Hahaha.." rius the laughter of the worshippers.

"The loudest man. Fix it! Experiencing."

"Haha!"

"That's the magic of money" he continued.

In another corner. Afin looked excited again. It turns out that the study of Ustadz Irsyad is interesting as well he thought. It is fitting that he is often invited in the big mosques of Jakarta.

Second by second time running. Now the core study begins. A theme about the house in the shade of God. Makes the pilgrims stunned. Listen to a counsel that comes from God through the words of a righteous servant.

"Ya ayyuhallazina amanu qu anfusakum wa ahlikum naraw wa qakasan-nasu wal-hijaratu 'alaiha mala`ikatun gilazun syidadul la ya'sunallaha ma anguramum wa yaf'aluna ma yu`marun [Oh, O you who believe! Guard yourself and your family from the fire of hell whose fuel is man and stone; its guardians are harsh, and hard angels, he who does not disobey Allah for what He commands them and always does what he is told to do"

"Amri bin Qais Al Mula'i said, there will be a woman who sues her husband on the day of resurrection. She told Allah SWT that her husband never taught her about religion. Never introduced himself to God. Never taught him the commandments of God. Even to let Him not close the aurat. Her husband's life was just as a money search engine. He's just work, work and work."

Afin. Hearing the lecture that instantly made his heart stupefied. Because, let alone to be a leader who is able to teach religious knowledge to his wife. He even today only has zero religious knowledge.

"That's why, for women. Those who want to get married, then must find a partner after three criteria. The main thing is that the man understands religion." Ustadz Irshad's voice was still heard. On the sidelines of Arifin's daydream.

The man in casual clothes was getting bowed. Striking the silver ring that was coiled on his ring finger. Then twirled a little many times.

During this time, Safa seemed to have chosen the wrong partner. He shouldn't have gotten me this sinner. I am not able to go to heaven. If I even drag Safa into the crust of hell how?

Afin's heart is filled with guilt. As if making the man assume. That her marriage had trapped Safa in a bad place.