Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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"Hey," said Mas Ilham who was sitting quietly next to me and now he was turning, side by side - facing me. And we come face to face. "Cannot continue to dissolve in sadness. Okay well? My Zahra is a strong woman."

I nodded, too, saying yes. "Enak, yes, so man. You are good at hiding your sadness. Not like a bad girl. But you're a crybaby too, ding. You were crying when I wasn't conscious yesterday."

"Hmmm...." Mas Ilham glared. "That's a different situation, my dear....."

Suddenly I giggled.

"How could I not cry if I saw you lying weakly unconscious like that? You're like a man who has no life's will."

Hm....

"It did."

"Darling...."

"That time, Mama. Not now."

I thought looking at me, very deep. There was a wound in his eyes, but there was also gratitude in his little smile. "Thank you, yeah, you're still here. I am so grateful we are still together. I can still be with you."

Yeah, I'm here for you. For your sake. My husband's. Even though my little baby was alone there. I smile. "I heard your voice, Mommy. All your words, and your cries. I can't leave you. What if you... lose me?"

"I'll go back to zero if you leave. Like before you were. Life, but like a soulless body. A place in the soul, where there should be love there, but empty. Like a garden that has life, but without flowers. Hollow, right? It must have been harder to live it than I had before. Because you're not just a lover. You're a wife, you're a complement, a perfector. It wouldn't be perfect without you."

Jiaaaaah.

"Law.so sweet...."

"I'm serious, honey."

"Well, am I kidding?"

"Already, yeah. Don't talk about this anymore. Please?"

I'm nodding. "Sorry, yeah...."

"Ep. In essence, what is important, all the trials that come to us, it proves how strong our love is. It's getting stronger, isn't it, Zahra?"

Huuuuuh. I'm goosebumps like a newlywed. My smile expanded and I blushed.

"Zahra."

"Emm?"

"I love you too, Mom."

"Zahra?"

"Emm?"

But there's no answer. Mas Ilham looked at me, smiled, and glanced at his eyes. He. touched his palm on my face. Then. with her fingers gently stroking, she conveyed such great affection towards me. And.. then.His hand went back, between the blur of my hair, and then...

A sweet kiss between the two lips that meet, melts the taste, and everything. There is peace in that warmth.

"I love you, Zahra. I don't think I'll be able to live without you."

Melows. Ilam spoke softly in front of my face, without distance. Even his nose stuck to my nose.

"I love you too."

That's all I can say. With a little distance between us, Mas Ilham smiled and looked into my eyes. Then...

Ouuw... Mas Ilham's.

"I miss" he whispered. And without a cue, those sexy lips were peppering my neck. Later then...

Teeth terbenaaaam....

Ow hell! This danger.

"Mas, you-"

Hmm.. His hands go naughty....

How'this???

"It's not yet time, Mom. I said doctor...."

But his hand had slipped behind my clothes. "I miss you, Zahra" he whispered.

Oh.. gesrek! On the way.