Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
The Unapproximate

I wept. Not sad because of the fateful event that took Yunita's life, but because of the possible indecent deeds they might have done before the accident. Because of that. No, not that I'm pretentious, but, because Yunita did it with her cousin's own husband. How does Puspita feel? How unfortunate my friend's fate is. I was also afraid that all this would have a bad effect on the contents.

"Hey, don't cry" said Mas Ilham, wiping my tears. "This is all his destiny."

I'm shaking. "I thought of Puspita, Mas" I said. "He must...." I sobbed.

"Call," he said to me. In fact, it was Mas Ilham himself who took my phone, handed it to me, and I immediately called Puspita.

The phone connection to Indonesia is also connected.

"What's wrong?" asked Puspita after answering my greetings. Obviously his voice sounded like a heavily sleepy person. "No need to express condolences" he said, lightly and very calm, even impressed.

I'm appalled. "Lo's? How come?"

"I'm not sad. Even if allowed, I want to be grateful because the punishment arrived very quickly."

Oh my God, such is the picture that women are already very hurt and are already at the point of saturation. All that remains is hatred.

"Yes already. I was worried. Afraid you...."

Puspita giggled, laughing at me until chuckling and almost nagak. "Sad why? There's just you, Bil. Even mending this incident. They both got caught, right?"

Hm....

"Oh, yes, you don't have to think about me. By God, I'm fine. What makes me think of only one, how to cancel a divorce with a dead person?"

Hm....

"Died, Pus...."

"Dead, Bill...."

"You're this...."

"Lah. They're animals."

Hm....

"But I'm going to do everything so that my son's identity is clear. Already, yeah. I'm sleepy, here. Just focus on your honeymoon. Bye, When...."

Fat friend!

"Eh?"

Suddenly I was hugging me from behind. Sikuuuu. He kissed my cheek. "Thank you, dear."

Duuuh... Why else with this one?

"Thank you for what?"

He showed me the testpack he had tested himself. Double-striped.

"Positive?"

Aaaaah. For this I do not forget to give thanks, to say hamdalah and praise to the Almighty who spoke spontaneously.

"Thank you, honey. Thank you." Thank you."

I turned to face Mas Ilham, then nodded, and wept in my husband's arms.

"Hopefully this is the best, yes. I promise, I will take good care of and protect my wife and my future son."

I did not reply, only nodding without reducing my embrace on my husband's body.

"One more."

"Emm? What's?"

"Don't ask to go home, will you?"

"Come home?"

"Em, don't ask to go home. We'll stay here until the end of your first trimester. Okay?"

I nodded again. Why should I go home? The one who died was not a member of my family, and no longer seemed to be my friend. Not that I was grateful for her death, nor did I intend to be happy for her misfortune, but my concern for her seemed to have all vanished since she slandered me for my first pregnancy, plus he slandered Mas Ilham having an affair with Puspita. If asked whether I hate it or not, I want to say it. But nevermind. After all, the guy's dead. And I will remain here, with my husband, living a new chapter in my life, with miracles.

Please, don't take this happiness away from me, Lord. I was expecting this child. She's perfecting my marriage. I'm begging....