Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Happy Ending's

Rembang, May 5, 2022.

Five years later

I who had just woken up in the silence of the night looked at Mas Ilham who looked sound in his sleep, among his handsome and handsome heroes.

Yeah, since our twins were able to walk, Mas Ilham took the initiative to renovate the dividing wall between our room and the children's room. The room that was blocked by the wall he renovated the wall, was broken into a patch and converted into a connecting door between two rooms. Just like connecting rooms in luxury hotels. So, we as parents don't have to bother coming out of our rooms to go into the children's rooms and check them out while they sleep in their own rooms. Simply by opening one door, we were immediately in their room. And, like a hyperactive children's room, there aren't many things we put in that room. There were only bedless foam mattresses, complete with sheets, individual pillows, and some bolsters as a separator between their beds. In addition to the toys that are often scattered, there is only a television attached to the wall with a position high enough from their reach, and, there is a large closet with several levels of shelves to store their clothes. Original, in the room there is no sofa, table, let alone decorative lights. Mas Ilham and I really pay attention to safety and comfort for our children, but we both need privacy too, right?

Every night, I and Mas Ilham would sleep first in our children's rooms. Yep, to accompany them. Under one o'clock at night, my children would routinely milk mimi with a bottle of pacifier, two or three times suck. And after that, at one o'clock in the evening, after changing the diaper, they will latch until the morning without sniffing and without whining. At that time I and Mas Ilham will have a special time alone and move to our own room. At a minimum, it was my turn to sleep in the arms of my handsome man - the handsome one among his five no less handsome sons.

Eh?

Oops! Ckck!

Yes, within six years of our marriage, I had already gone through labor four times, and we already had five sons who did not look like me. All of them inherited the good looks of Mas Ilham, the handsome and handsome abi, with white skin, dense black hair, and a pointed nose. I'm sure that when they grow up: their jaws, arms, stomachs, and chests will be covered with dense feathers like the abi. A generation of handsome and dashing brewpubs, and I am the only queen to those six handsome men.

Yeah, even though I never forgot how tired my first labor was, I was still desperate to get pregnant again. After my twins were six months old - that time, long ago - I deliberately stopped taking pregnancy-preventing pills, I wanted to get pregnant again for Mas Ilham, to realize her wish to have four children from me, I even gave her another bonus with my fourth pregnancy.

The Almighty gave me blessing with a fertile womb. Every time I stopped taking the pills, I got pregnant again. Mas Ilham also deserves to be called the most famous husband. Oops!

I was worried about the growth and development of my twins if I got pregnant again, afraid that they would be inattentive and malnourished if my pregnancy affected my ASI intake for them. But, Mas Ilham can assure me that our attention will both be enough for our children, as well as for their nutritional intake. Mas Ilham promised that as a father, he would provide nutrition for his children so that they are healthy and do not experience stunting or malnutrition. He will supplement their milk intake with formula milk and breast milk companion foods, both instant and non-instant. Mas Ilham promised that he would be more active in making a living for our small family, and I was asked to be a lazy mother to carry out my responsibilities - especially in fulfilling the nutritional intake for our children. With his attention as well, Mas Ilham found a housekeeper to help me at home, Mbok Atih. Older woman aka already head six. His energy to help ease my homework, and not to do it all. Therefore, we choose ART that is old age. Um, for mutual comfort too of course. So that I wouldn't worry if there was another woman in my house besides me. I can't possibly be jealous of Mbok who is a grandmother. Because of all the supporting factors that I dared to decide to get pregnant again after my son was six months old. So did my third and fourth pregnancies.

And, since all the children I gave birth to were all male, even though I also hoped to be given a daughter, so I tried my luck once again. After my fifth baby was born early last year, I was thinking of continuing to use pregnancy-preventing pills throughout 2021. However, earlier this year, I decided to stop taking the pills. Thank you, so again, bestie....

This time my request was granted by the Creator. Inshaallah, if not missed, at the age of the fifth womb is only four months old, the results of the USG shows that the baby Ikandung is a baby girl. Aamiins. If it's true that I'm going to get a baby girl, then I won't try again. After all, Mas Ilham also did not want me to get pregnant again if I was more than thirty years old. I was asked to take care of my body shape again so that it would come back to the way it was when I was a girl. Zahra the bohay, he said. Ckck!

"You don't like it when I'm fat? Hmm?" my protest at that time.

Mas Ilham chuckled. "That's not it, dear..," he said. "But I'm handsome, I'm afraid you won't be confident that you're fat. Later you will be less. Then, later you always think negative, later you think that I will be interested in other women who are sexier, right. We never know whether God will always cast your mind or not. If your mind's fucked up, pity it's our kids, right?"

Euwww.. long his speech, making me who was eating at that time immediately pushed my snack plate. I frowned.

But, what was said by Mas Ilham there is a point. It's not about me being afraid of him being tempted by another woman, or by my mind driving me in a strange direction. Nope. I trust him completely. But I want to keep looking beautiful for my handsome and dashing husband, so that we can stay in tune all the time. I mean, at least I'm not shy about being his wife. Is he handsome and handsome, when I'm ugly? It will not be compatible, later I even less myself. No, and no, no! I must always be beautiful, sweet, graceful, plus sexy to my husband.

Well, after this fifth delivery, exactly after I had provided breast milk for my baby optimally for six months, I promised to focus on restoring my body shape as before. Being a sexy wife for the warmth of our household. Bless my beautiful and happy love. Perfect, perfect as night.

As usual, after staring at the handsome face of Mas Ilham and my five children, I changed their diapers, put -- precisely throw -- the used diapers into place, then pick up empty bottles. I was just going to the bathroom when Mas Ilham woke up. Rubbing her eyelids with both hands, she called me, "Honey," she said.

"Emm?"

"What?"

"Your special bottle of pacifier, which is here."

Hmm. I took a deep breath, and I giggled amusedly. Look, right, he's still reeking first. And it will never change.

"OKAY. Please bring it to our bridal room."

Yep, bridal room. Same room as the one where we went through our first night, on the bridal night. As Mas Ilham promised us back then, in that room we would celebrate our wedding anniversary, recalling all the sweet memories we've been through throughout the years of our marriage, and, in that room, we would celebrate our wedding anniversary, beautifully decorated room. Although simple, but the decoration makes the room worth mentioning as a bridal room - for the bride: me, the bride who will always be considered a newlywed by my husband.

In spirit, Mas Ilham rose from his position, after kissing his five sons, he came to me, carrying me to our bridal chamber. The door was closed and locked behind his back, and he laid me on the bridal bed, under his confinement.

"Happy sixth wedding anniversary, Zahra. I'll make all my promises to you."

Ah, messraya. This bride blushed, and was very happy. I stroked the handsome face of Mas Ilham, saying, "Thank you for the warm love. You're the best, and I'm happy because of you."

"I'm happy because of you too." And one sweet kiss stuck to my forehead. "I love you, Salsabila Azzahra bint Muhammad Siddiq. I love you, and will always love you."

And the beautiful night continued. Under the dim light of the lights, a couple knit a love that will never wear out. He dived me, drowned us in love. Unite in warmth.

"It's still the same, isn't it?"

"Mmm-mmm...."

"It's still warm?"

"Always warm, Mommy."

"Em, and you're intoxicating, Zahra. You're driving me crazy. For God's sake, my passion for you will never be extinguished. Never will."

Oh my God, the pleasure of my husband's touch. Warm up. Making this beautiful night feel so syahdu, leaving a sweet aroma that is so thick in the air. The smell of his love. From our fused sweat.

Thank you for such a beautiful love. You, the inspiration of God to me. I love you, my handsome Ustadz Brewok. My love for you will never go out.

I love you. Zahra's holy love is only for you. Love is eternal, and will never be timeless.