Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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It's time.

I smiled, and felt really relieved because today - after a few days with the status of outpatient attached to us - today I and Mas Ilham have been declared completely healed. The gypsum in Mas Ilham's leg has been removed, and a re-examination of my uterus has been declared healthy. Although, there is a scar on my left temple that is imprinted and may never disappear. The doctor said it could be done if operated. While in front of the doctor, Mas Ilham just nodded and smiled.

But when we got home and I just removed my hijab, Mas Ilham said, "It doesn't need surgery. Just a little scar, and it had no effect at all. Does not diminish your beauty value at all. You're still amazingly beautiful, and I've always adored you."

Jiaaaaah... Mas Brewokku who is good at combating. His words made me giggle.

"Isn't it because its operating costs are expensive and a waste of money? Hmm?"

Yep. With ease Mas Ilham agreed. "You are not an artist who puts beauty and perfect appearance in front of the camera. You also have hijab. Who would comment on that little scar? The only one who saw it was me, right? Am I going to be polygamous just because of that scar? No, anyway? I'd be polygamous if my wife couldn't manage my finances."

Eh?

His easy, joking answer made me instantly glare and throw him with a sofa cushion. "It's not like that! Just watch if it happens, I cut it off!"

"Ih.. sadistic...."

"Don't try it."

"What do you want to cut, Nduk?"

"Eh? Anu, Umi. It's nothing."

Ew...! Mas Ilham chuckled, while Umi who had just lifted the clothesline in the backyard shook her head as she passed, entered the room.

"Rose, yuk?" take Mas Ilham suddenly. With a whimper of his edging, he lifted his already ungusted left leg and placed it on the table.

Gee whiz....

"I'm sorry, yeah, not to refuse. But Umi said after we got home from the hospital, she was willing-"

Tin! Tin!

The sound of my motor horn interrupts.

"Umi's going home. It must be Laila to pick it up."

Justright. Shortly after Laila entered, Umi came out of the room and was ready with her clothing bag.

"Umi wants to go home. For dinner, Umi cooked, you will heat up later," Umi told me.

I nodded, then thanked him. I hug, I kiss his right cheek and his left cheek, then both hands. "Thank you for everything, Umi. Umi's the best mother."

Really the best mom. Just for my sake, she let her husband spend time by her young wife's side - - every day, every night, during his stay at my house.

"It's appropriate, dear. For the sake of the child." Then he turned to Mas Ilham. "Take care of Umi's son, yeah, son."

And don't let him do any more harm. If it could, surely it was a complete sentence that wanted to be conveyed by a mother who saw her son almost died.

Mas Ilham nodded, and said, "Inshaallah, Umi. Sure."

With a smile and greeting, Umi and Laila drove home, while at my side, Mas Ilham put his hands together and echoed my shoulders in a friendly manner. I giggled again. The man of today is often impatient when time and opportunity are on his side.

"I'm going to the bathroom first. Please lock the door, my dear."

With quick footsteps, I left Mas Ilham on the porch and I quickly went to the bathroom. Get in, and lock the door.

"Honey..," call Mas Ilham from the outside.

"Just a second, Mom...."

"Yes, I just wanted to say, make me some fruit juice later, yeah. Bring it to the back porch. Thank you, dear. I love you...."

Hmm. he said to bed....

Well, I made watermelon juice for him, aka easy-easy just: simple, fast, fresh and delicious. After that, I brought the juice to the back porch.

"Hi" said he.

My God, my husband put a mattress on the back porch, complete with his pillow and blanket. What do you want to try? What a fucking husband!