Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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Nothing is impossible if God wills. Although I was a little pessimistic, that hope sent me positive suggestions. It was as if I was experiencing signs of pregnancy like dizziness and felt my body go limp the next morning. Moreover, when we busy ourselves with our new residence that was cleaned overnight by cleaning service, cleaning service, I was so impressed to limit myself from my activities as a housewife so that I did not get exhausted, just like last night and this morning when I limited Mas Ilham so that he sports his bed slowly. Last night, I told him that I was quite tired, while this morning, I had to be energy efficient. Deal, just slow down.

Eh?

The house that we will rent the position is right next to his house Mrs Fitria, only limited by a fairly high fence. When we arrived, the house was still locked, but the window was open, and I tried to look inside the house. There was a television and a sofa in the small front room. Just now I was about to sneak to the back of the house, a female voice sounded.

"Excus."

I quickly turned my body. The woman standing before me was probably around her mid-forties, rather petite, with curly red hair and freckles covering every part of her exposed skin. She's the owner's sister who was about to hand us the keys to the house. Inside the furniture was complete, and the woman said that we could use the furniture as long as it was kept clean and had to be kept back as before when we left the house later.

It's understandable. I nodded, then greeted the key he handed me and thanked him in English. Then, when the woman said goodbye, Ms. Fitria came with a new bedsheet in her hand. Ah, very good of him. In a good sense he advised me that we should wear the furniture of the house, but not the clothes, in the sense that: do not open the wardrobe of the owner of the house, and, let alone removing and wearing objects in the wardrobe. So he gave the new bedsheet to us.

"I'll give you a towel too if you don't bring a towel" he said.

I grin. I didn't bring a towel because I thought we'd stay at the hotel all the time during this honeymoon, which was planned for only one week. "No need, Ma'am," I said. "Let's go shopping."

Ah, for this one thing Ileham did not take it into account. He let me pack myself for both of our clothes for one week. He didn't tell me about his intention to stay here for long and rent a house here.

"Alright," said Ms. Fitria later. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop. Baby Zifa is fussy again."

I nodded, assented, and after that he immediately said goodbye. And now, I have to arrange the kitchen furniture. Must dismantle the storage cabinets of the furniture, wash them, and arrange their location in their respective places. Like ricecooker, stove, pan, glass, plate, spoon, and others. Meanwhile, Mas Ilham was in charge of ensuring all connections and power lines in the house were safe for us to use.

Well, since Ms. Fitria couldn't travel for too long because she was worried about leaving the baby for too long, we just went around the supermarket and bought everything we needed, especially for food supplies. Again, the business of traveling in order of this honeymoon we withdraw: tomorrow-tomorrow only. Simplest.

Before we go home, Mas Ilham will go to the toilet first he said. He asked us to wait near the toilet, don't go anywhere he said. "Listen to the husband's command" pressed him against me.

Euw. Otherwise kebelet peed, he would never have let me off his guard for even a second.

But I was grateful, after going to the toilet, I had a thought about something: I wanted to ask Ms. Fitria to pretend to stop by the pharmacy and buy me a testpack. While I will try to hold Mas Ilham to stay in the car with me. I want to test the possibility of my own pregnancy, secretly from Mas Ilham. And will only tell the results to Mas Ilham if the test pack results are positive.

Fortunately, without asking much, Ms. Fitria who did not know about my miscarriage at that time just agreed with my request. In fact, she was so happy and prayed that I would be positively pregnant. She will help me to get the pregnancy test without being caught by Mas Ilham.

You know, I'm actually a little worried. The doctor told me not to get pregnant in three months. In medical science, it is intended that my uterus returns to normal first and is ready to return to pregnancy. But, those three months were too long to be deliberately delayed. And after I searched the internet for information, many mothers who experienced cases like me, miscarriages in the fetal period were very young at nine weeks, without birth, and knew about getting pregnant again. Many of those whose pregnancies were normal, had no problems at all. Therefore, I and Mas Ilham did not want to delay as recommended by the doctor. We decided to do it. How will it be, let how the Almighty will. It's good we'll take the risk together.

A little reckless, huh? But this is the part of destiny that I and Mas Ilham must live. Mas Ilham said, our intentions are good, we always pray and hope for the good, so.

Yeah, besides being reckless, maybe we also seem selfish in the eyes of others. Especially me, maybe someone is looking at me very selfishly, even myself think so. I'm selfish. As if, if not get pregnant quickly or immediately get a replacement for the fetus that has fallen, I will long slump and long also harbored the pain plus the bitterness of disappointment due to heartbreak. Although actually in this self is endless to try and continue to learn sincerely, even though it is difficult.

In the end back again, I and Mas Ilham just endeavored, either wrong, or right. Selfish or not. To be sure, if the Almighty wills: put the fetus back into my womb, then we will be grateful - - by trying to take good care of it until it is born, until he grew up and developed into a godly and godly child, and became a caliph for himself, his family, and the entire people who took shelter in the scope of his world later.

Aami....