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

Before we got home, Mas Ilham took out a brown envelope that I knew was filled with money. He handed the envelope to me to give to Umi Windari, he also whispered his nominal while asking for my permission to give the money. If I allow it, he asks me to give the envelope directly with my hand.

"Say THR for Mia" he said.

"Yes, Mommy" I said.

"You're sincere, right?"

Of course I'm sincere. How could I possibly ban it? I am proud that Mas Ilham continues to carry out what seems to have fallen on his shoulders - a responsibility that is not at all mandatory, but still he lakoni.

"I'm sincere. Not just on the material you give, but also with the love of Mas Ilham to Mia. I'm sincere, really. But only material and affection, yes. You get it, right, I mean?"

The Inspiration smiled. "Yes, Honey. I totally get it. And I never had any intention of doing that. Don't worry."

"Yes, thanks for understanding."

I'm a good wife, aren't I? My breastplate is big for this, but that doesn't mean I would be willing if Mas Ilham wanted to adopt it someday. And hopefully not, so that there is not even a hint of disagreement between us. Don't ever exist.

After home Umi Windari, we stopped by the cottage Mbak Indah to fill the stomach, lunch until full, I mean... Mas Ilham stuffed me with a lot of food. Say a little pushy, for gratitude because we can go back to eating good and delicious food again after a few days in the hospital, where we always eat food that tastes almost tasteless. After that, we also pray Zuhur. Mbak Indah and Mas Muslim who have prayed first lend us their private room at the request of Mas Ilham. I suspect there is something else. Otherwise, why didn't he just take me home? I miss our house so much.

And it turned out to be true.

Inside the break room, I asked Mas Ilham, "What's wrong? Anything to discuss again?" my many. I lowered my head, looking at the face of Mas Ilham who was resting in front of me. I sat at the end of Mbak Indah's bed while stroking Mas Ilham's hair. "Or do you just want to back down in front of me like I did earlier, hmm?"

"Em, I just want to make sure your trust in me, is it really intact? You're going to trust me completely?" tanyakanya.

I nodded, though in my heart again tucked away in worry.

I smile. "I will continue to trust my husband. I won't believe the rumors" I said. "really."

"Related?"

"Mmm-hmm. I'm sure."

"What if there's a rumor that I'm having an affair with your friend? Hmm?"

I smile back. "Who?" my many. "Yunita? Yeah I wouldn't believe it, Mom. I'll believe you."

"When with Puspita?"

"I still won't believe."

"And that's a rumor going around right now, Zahra."

Huh huh?

I'm speechless. Now it's like there's a big chunk stuck in my throat. I do not want to believe and want to assume that Mas Ilham just want to test me. But he looks serious....

"Yes, Zahra. The rumor is blowing even though it has not spread widely. I'm accused of having an affair with your friend, and I'm accused of impregnating him."

I gulped my own salivary - with great difficulty. I'm rattled. "Gossip? How could there be such a rumor, Mom? Wh why? How come...?"

"Why, Zahra? You doubt me again? Hm? Be honest with me, tell me the truth, Zahra."