Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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With my heart beginning to worry, I opened the folds of the piece of paper, and read it.

To Salsabila, my friend.

Hi, Bil. Honestly, I would like to talk and ask first how you are, hoping and praying for you to be healthy and well. And that's what I really want to do. Really, I pray that you are in good health and well. But honey, I don't think that means anything right now. It's not that I don't care about you and how you are, but by God, I'm restless here.

Nope. Not because I'm guilty. But because I'm just a human being. I am a weak woman who fears that fate will continue to play tricks on me.

I'm afraid, Bil, what if I can't save myself from this slander? By Allah, this is slander. It's a defamation that I find difficult to prove, that I have nothing to do with the accident you've been through. I also have nothing to do with Gus Ilham. This child in my womb is the son of my ex-husband, who your husband said that in the eyes of God, the ex is still valid as my husband.

You remember, right, Bil, with our chat that night before I went out of town? How did Gus Ilham advise me on my legal status as the wife of my ex and what is the status of the child in my womb? I hope from that chat you can see the truth, Bil. By Allah, I have nothing to do with your husband. My son is not his son.

Please, you've known me since childhood. We have also lived together, feeling the joy and sorrow together. I hope you believe me, Bil. You know me well. Or at least trust your husband. Please don't believe the gossip that's out there. I don't know why Yunita is so strong with me, her cousin.

Help me, Bil. I'm afraid the police have named me a suspect. I'm afraid I'm going to have to be punished for a mistake I didn't make at all. Especially if I am pregnant. What if I have to have this pregnancy in prison? What if I give birth in prison? Not to mention when my son was born and he had to be separated from me. He won't feel my love and ASI enough from me.

By God, if, I wasn't selfish. It's not that I don't care about your circumstances, your pain, let alone your loss. By God, I know what it's like to lose a child. And I don't want this to happen to me again.

Help me, If. Pl-please....

Your friend,

Puspita

O Lord, I must be wise in this. Must reflect on the case of Bulik Sulastri - who is innocent but unable to fight destiny and finally sentenced to prison. Puspita should not feel the same way, especially if it's because of me. I don't want to be part of the cause of this injustice. And that child, the innocent baby, I don't want her to feel the pain that Laila and Laili feel that they must separate and hold back because the bars are holding their mother. Can't do. After all, if Puspita is guilty, there is a God who will punish him. Let Him write and determine this destiny. He, the Owner of Life.

Lay your chest down, Zahra. Classify everything that happens. Irrelatation.