Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah

Chapter 86

After making a decision. Aida was the companion of Safa in the delivery room. The middle-aged woman was now holding Safa's hands. While continuing to whisper in the words of tawhid.

Currently, doctors and medics only monitor fetal movements. While groping, until easily the baby girl was born into this world safely.

A greeting sounded. Right where the baby's cries are squealing. Safa smiled to see her husband coming even though he did not see the process. However, for him, Afin still came on time.

"Allahu Akbar..." The man was crying as he approached Safa to kiss her face over and over. "Thank you, honey. Sorry I came late."

The woman in his arms only nodded weakly with tears in her eyes.

"Sir please deadzakannya his son."

"MashaAllah's. Yes, Sus–" Afin kissed Safa's forehead once again before following the sisters behind the curtains where their baby was placed. Afin's fragrant smile was directed at the baby girl who was still red with white patches that were still attached to the baby's body. Slowly he chanted the adhan in the right ear and closed with Iqamah in the left ear.

The rare moment was captured by one of the nurses with his cell phone camera.

"MashaAllah, son of Baba." In her kiss the baby girl with affection.

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It's been a few days since they've been in the hospital. Safa and her son are now allowed to go home.

An enthusiastic expression was displayed by the two middle-aged women who had just bathed their first grandchild together. Then put clothes on for him.

"It's funny, God..."

"Hair color comes along, Arifin," said Ayattul's mother, who Aida agreed.

"It seems almost everything. Nothing's been thrown out, ma'am."

"Haha..."

In another corner, Safa just smiled. He had just consumed the food Afin brought. The man is also now seen looking at two grandmothers who immediately took their grandchildren out of the room.

"We don't have time to play with Dede" Afin sighed with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, even rich people can still sleep soundly because they wake up when Dede asks to suckle."

The two laughed, Afin immediately grabbed his wife's shoulder. The two eyes looked at each other.

"I thought, someone like me. Can he have a wife and children? Now, I feel that perfection is in my life, Fa."

"Because Brother is destined to remain in his nature. You're rejecting all of that, aren't you?"

The man nodded. Even though in his heart it still holds a bad taste. After before this he had once stained his body several times with the same sex. But he still took the wisdom of all these events. Afin becomes more appreciative of women, after feeling the pleasure of relating to what should be.

"Sorry, huh?"

"I'm sorry for what?"

"Make my imperfections."

"You're perfect, Bang. According to my version. With what you're doing."

Afin tilted his head kissing Safa's lips gently for a few moments. "I love you, Guzelim–"

"Me too, Bang."

The two of them locked onto each other. Before Afin again invites her to kiss for as long as they can.

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It's been a few months. Fatkhul Qulum House has been renovated.

The large family gathered in a simple tasyakuran. The Ustadz Irsyad family was also accompanied by their children and daughter-in-law.

It looks like Debby is expecting to have a daughter. Carrying her son Safa lovingly. While Rumi was busy with her son who began to actively run here and there.

"Well, stay here, here..." Ustadz Irsyad teased Qonni who was lowering water from his tray.

"What's left, Padhe?" The girl was embarrassed. "Just not yet."

"Well, hasn't he?"

"Yes not yet dong. is still a week away, it's work first. One year."

"Wait a year is not long, Nduk." Ustadz Irsyad.

"Yes, anyway."

"A'a know Qonni's candidate, don't you?" Noah chimed. Qonni himself immediately turned his head while putting his index finger to the lips.

"He was Ustadz Harun's candidate, you know."

"Seriously, Neng?" Ask the ones who don't know. Noah laughed and closed his mouth.

"But, Brother Nuha, nih."

"Yes salaaam," he murmured while shaking his head. Diem - Diem Si Barudak hiji ita, married young man. Ask in a toyor apparently. Faqih thought while smiling wickedly.

"Now you know, right? I was shocked too. Hehe..."

"Do you know where he is?" Ask Qonni.

"Somewhere to be senior at the campus event. Before He went to Egypt. And meet again in Al-Azhar Coconut Ivory. Qonni used to intern there."

"Oh pantesan–" Faqih bobbing heads. "inshaAllah his son is good. He's a' Faqih."

"Yes, A'. Thank God then."

"We can Doble date when you're married, yes Dek."

"Yes, Brother." Both giggle.

"Double date fuck. This inget has these three seeds, loh–"

"Well, why be aware of the facts anyway, A'?" The protest of Noah was in response to the laughter of those there.

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On the sidelines of small talk Ustadz Irsyad got up, and walked out. Then followed by Ulum who also followed behind him.

The older man walked slowly and sat in a garden chair that was not so shady because the trees were not yet high.

"MashaAllah, yes Lum. Your house, semanger... slick!"

"Alhamdulillah, Kyai."

The man sat politely next to Ustadz Irshad.

"Sometimes I think, when my daughters get married. Must be living in this big house."

"maha..." Ustadz Irsyad chuckles.

"In the past, Qonni often interjected. I want a room like Noah's. Want to have a house that has stairs like Padhe Irsyad House." Ulum added.

"Fruit of your patience, your persistence, and the simplicity with which you have always held firm. You see for yourself, the world does not need to be pursued. If you have a net, it will come in an unexpected way. It's just the time we never know when."

"MashaAllah's. Njih, Kyai. Matur worship nuwun.., if not for the help of Allah through Kyai's hand as well. I can't possibly be like this. I was alone, Kyai. Now I have a whole family." Ulum rubbed his tears that suddenly came out. "That's what I'm most grateful for."

The man on Ulum's side patted his shoulder. Smiling then sighing letting a silence be created between the two.

"But sometimes I like to think too. Qonni got married. She will be brought her husband. I live with Aida both in this house. Actually, rich is useless. Building home. But the kids don't live with us anymore."

"MashaAllah. I like to think of Gini too. In old age, Rahma and I will only live together. The children marry and live with their partners. Forming a new family. But that time passed very quickly. Things I thought about in the past. Even so, I felt it so quickly. And far from conjectured. I'm totally alone, Lum."

Ulum was stunned to hear the words of Ustadz Irsyad who was soft but very stifling his heart.

"I used to be alone when I was young. Rich you first, Live in the house that I live in Harapan Indah. Loneliness, Lum. But the bike isn't old."

"Oh Allah, Kyai. Why not stay in Jakarta? I had imagined that Kyai must be very lonely in Magelang."

Irsyad laughs. "No, Lum. I'm not really alone. That feeling only comes up occasionally. The rest is the pleasure I expected. Can spread this knowledge, which hopefully until the end of life."

"Amen, MashaAllah..."

"Again, we must be conscious. We are social creatures. Can't live alone, but someday there will be a time when we are forced to be truly put alone." The gust of the noon wind brought silence for both of them for a few moments. "Nature barzah.a narrow, stuffy and dark place."

"Oh Allah..," Ulum murmured.

"Life will lead us to two solitude. If our old age there is still a possibility to not really alone. However, when he died. We're really alone. Which often passes time. People will forget who Irsyad Fadillah is. Who is Fatkhul Qulum..."

"Damn it! leres, Ustadz." Mangosteen ulcer.

"So yeah. Hearts should stay eling, to? God is the one who will never leave us. Until whenever."

"Ustadz Scum..." Ulum smile.

There, two men whose age is more than half a century continue to talk about the time that continues to change. Even from that conversation made Irsyad remember the beautiful face of his late wife. He thought of seeing her after this.