Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Oh my....

When walking out of the ward to the parking lot, Mbak Indah who pushed my wheelchair. While the wheelchair Mas Ilham was driven by Mas Muslim. I heard, while heading to the parking lot, Mas Ilham called someone. I know, what he called it must be Umi Windari. From what I heard, Mas Ilham said that we wanted to visit, and made sure that he and the little boy were at home.

Oh, my God, it's beating my heart. Kurema*my finger with a feeling of unease. Although I tried to think positive, but negative thinking - which I could not prevent - - slipped and soiled my brain. I was afraid, afraid that Mas Ilham was planning to adopt the child. Honestly, I don't think I want that. Not because the child is the son of his late lover, but more to: what I want to raise with both hands is my own biological child. Especially at this moment, I can take care of another child while my heart still mourns so much. Then, even worse thoughts sneak in.

"Mass?" I said looking to the side, to Mas Ilham who was sitting on my right. We were already in the car, on the way to the destination.

The Ilham. "What's up, honey?" tanyakanya.

"I want to ask you something."

"Emm? What's?"

"Ee... I... I'm healthy, right? I mean...my womb? There's no fatal injury other than that miscarriage, is there?"

Hmm.. My eyes are glazed. I became even kepar-ketir, thinking negatively that Mas Ilham was planning to adopt the son of the late Islamia because something happened to me, with my womb. I was afraid of experiencing the same thing as experienced by Umi who was removed from her womb after injury due to an accident.

Mas Ilham shook his head. "Don't think anything, honey. Naudzubillah. Your uterus is fine, you are healthy. Okay?"

"Continue...? I mean, I. I...."

"You want to know why I took you to Mia's house?"

"So, right, we're going there? You want me to meet his son? Why?"

"Silent. Don't fret. We are just in touch, and you are acquainted with Umi Windari and her deceased son. Don't think anything, okay?"

I nodded, a little relieved. And so my thoughts turned in a more positive direction: perhaps Mas Ilham wanted -- after meeting the boy - to think that there was a fate more tragic than mine. So I should be more grateful for my luckier circumstances and conditions than millions of people out there. It's probable. I smiled too, forcing a smile.

I'm doing fine. My womb is fine. I still have a chance to have a child. Still have a chance to conceive and give birth. To give offspring to my husband, and to give grandchildren to our parents. I am grateful that I am still alive, even without my fetus. Its alright. He's a baby, he's a saint, and he'll be placed in heaven. My only job for him is one: to give him.

"We are almost there" said Mas Ilham, holding my hand, then Mas Muslim turned the car into the first alley and stopped right at his destination. In front of the house without a fence. There were some mothers who immediately flocked and seemed to whisper with each other as soon as they saw Mas Ilham's car coming.

"Just like I thought" said Mas Ilham.

"Talk about it first" said Mas Muslim.

"What's wrong?" many wonder.

Beautiful Ma'am who was sitting in the front seat just looked at me with a knotty smile.

"I'll explain later" said Mas Ilham. "But for sure, you have to be strong. Your heart must be strong. Your heart, soul, and mind must also be strong. The people out there could have put out any sentence that might be beyond your expectations and taken you by surprise. And you need to know, I also want to know how you react later."

Oh my God, what's wrong? If they use me about my pregnancy or my miscarriage, I'll be strong. Sure I can toughen up. Did Masham want to test me?

"Come on" said Mas Ilham.

The deg!

Although pounding, I also ventured out of the car. Holding his staff, Mas Ilham opened the door beside him, lowered his right leg, then his left leg which was still plastered. Then I went out the same door.

"That's right, didn't Ilam come?" said the mother in red. "Mas Ilham is sick again, anyway."

He just smiled, then said hello. They all answered his greetings in a compact manner.

"Yes, finally came Mia's father. It's been a long time since I've seen Mia" said the mother in yellow.

Exactly at that time my heart seemed to have a tonjok, no, not just hit by a bump. But it was bombarded with a tremendous explosion.

Oh my God.. What does this mean?