Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Removing Doubt

Feels like it pinched my heart. Inspiration is right, he believed in me without the slightest doubt, why can't I?

Then Mas Ilham thrust a folded piece of paper from inside his wallet. The wallet I never checked once because I believed in him so much. Trust should still be that complete. Not as of now.

In the paper, I found the truth: Little Mia, her son the late Islamiah, she was not the flesh of Mas Ilham. There is no genetic match between Mas Ilham and little Mia. It was written in print out the results of DNA tests conducted by Mas Ilham in one of the reliable laboratories - to prove the truth about him - the cleanliness of zina.

"I don't care what people gossip about me" said Mas Ilham. "Not a day, not two days, but more than three years, since Mia tested positive for pregnancy, I was accused of adultery. Even up to this moment, I was mistaken for the biological father of the child. Even the results of this lab seem useless to the lay community. Yeah, maybe it's because of the distorted soap opera teaching, which shows that DNA test results can be falsified, that lab workers can be invited to work together to cheat, or anything, like sample swapping, and other. But in the real world version it can't be like that at all. Although there are chances of devious individuals who can commit such cheating, but only a small possibility. But it is also not important to discuss, it is not important that people want or do not want to believe, let alone want to be aware of science and technology. The most important thing is the family, how they believe and trust us. Especially our parents, right? Especially now, for those of us who are married, in addition to the trust of both parents, the trust of the couple is the most important. And I want that trust from you, complete trust in me. The whole one, Zahra. Like my belief in you being whole without gaps. Can, Zahra? Can you trust me that big, with no loopholes?"

Oh my God, my tears are flowing. I sagged to the floor, resting in front of Mas Ilham. Crying out. I apologized to him for my little doubt. "I'm sorry, Mom. I promise, I will not doubt you again, nor will I doubt."

Then Mas Ilham's hand held my shoulder. He pulled me up, sat back on the chair beside him. After peeping my forehead, and wiping my tears, Mas Ilham hugged me. A very tight hug.

From that second on, both sides of the main foundation in our relationship will always stand firm. Our homes will never be destroyed no matter how big a storm comes to break apart the sacred love between us. Our love will never be broken. I believe that.

And, like Mas Ilham who for three years is still standing strong even though it has been slandered so vile, I can certainly be as fresh as him. Even for a lifetime, I can.