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

Me and Mas Ilham left tomorrow. Thursday morning on August 4th. Until we arrived at the airport parking lot, I still did not know where we were going. But after inside, after taking a long queue, I just found out that Mas Ilham was going to take me to San Francisco.

Huh! Basic hick! I was confused myself, what do you want to go to San Francisco? Why did he take me there? So far, to one of the largest cities in America? Whoa, what's going on? My mind started to wander. But, even though I asked, Mas Ilham did not give an answer. He just smiled at me and asked me not to take it and not to fuss. Come along, he said.

But I couldn't help but voice my protest as I searched the internet for information that the flight from Indonesia to San Francisco took hours and several transits. We also left from Rembang. Imagine.

"Oh my God, I'm afraid I'll have to fly for hours, Mom...."

Ilham chuckled. "That's why I didn't tell you where we were going."

"Mas.. but...."

"There I am, honey...."

"Too long to fly...."

"There I am."

"I'm scared...."

"There I am, Zahra. There's me. Calm. Okay?"

Original, I want to run.

"Rilex. Face your fears. Okay well? For the sake of our dream honeymoon, you want to, right, accompany me? Hm? Want to, right, Zahra?"

Vod... Ilham kissed my hand. I don't know persuasion, I don't know seduction, which I must have melted.

"Please?"

"Yes. I want to."

"Thank you, Zahra. I love you."

Oh world, how beautiful. The romantic attitude of Mas Ilham makes my chest flower because it is happy.

"Already, yeah. Don't be afraid anymore. Here, Ilam hugged."

Duuuh. "I love you too, Mas Ilham. Zahra loves you too."

Ah, promise me. How else would you like? I'm so happy to have married a perfect man.

"Of all the choices of places, why are we going to San Francisco?"

Mas Ilham grinned, then giggled amusedly. "Actually I want to take you to eternal snow in Puncak Jaya, Papua. It is very expensive to use a travel agent. One hundred and thirty. Yeah emoh! Waste money. Too frantic."

Auto pretend cuddling.

"Yes, honey. I'm not the sultan." Then he opened his small bag and pulled out something. "That money.mending I bought this. To you, my dear wife."

Back, my heart is happy. There were a lot of flowers scattered inside the chest. Ilam gave me a beautiful necklace. "For me?" I feel like I don't believe. "Thank you, Mom...."

"Well, if this is not the name of throwing money away. It just turns money into jewelry. There is no harm. Even fortunate. The next few years could cost twice as much as the current price."

Geez, now I am giggling amused to hear the truthful narration of Mas Ilham and what it is for his amazing mindset. Mas Ilham remained as he was before. If you want to spend money, for him, spend it in the way of God. The money is gone, the reward is. As for the jewelry itself, he considered that the nominal material was not at all reduced, because it was only the exchange of two objects, and it was given to his own wife. The wife is happy, the household is getting warmer, and the reward can be. Amazing, right? A realistic calculation.

Well, I understand. Because he's not some kind of artist whose money flows just by his looks highlighted by the camera and he shows talent. Whether for acting, singing, ngehost, or whatever similar profession.

Well, auto put the new jewelry in the bag.

"I understand" I said. "But if you visit the United States the cost is also not small, right?"

Again Mas Ilham grinned, then he said, "This is all a free vacation package, dear. Sorry, yeah."

Hmm....

I'm pouting. "So...?"

"There's my friend's invitation there. He wants me to come. We can have a free honeymoon. Why should it be missed? Hmm?"

Hmm. Again I must take a deep breath. "Who is Mas Ilham's friend? How loyal?"

"God's Servant. Someone who came to me because he wanted to know Islam and become a convert. The fruit of kindness and to keep the cord of the silaturrahim, should not be rejected, right? Yeah, right, Zahra?"

Oh, my God. I nodded.

"But the honeymoon is with you, it remains the first and foremost priority. Even if we don't go to San Francisco, we're still going on our honeymoon. To Jonggol."

Iiiiih. "Times to Jonggol, anyway, Mas...?"

"Just kidding, honey...."

"Sucks, knows!"

"Masa? But I love you so much, Zahra. Smile, dong, please? I love you."

My husband is so sweet. Really, he made me love more.