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

"You're sincere, Zahra?"

"Ikhla? Meanin? You asked me about what?"

"About our matchmaking, do you sincerely accept it?"

I'm nodding. "Yes" I said. "I'm sincere, Mas."

"Do you accept me?"

I nodded my head with certainty. "You need not doubt, my friend. I sincerely accept Mas Ilham to be my husband. Be the real priest for Zahra. You are the imam who inspires."

He nodded back, still looking at me seriously. "You are sincere about my sermons? Going through a wedding that's just a little while away?"

"Yes." Yeah." I answered his nod, and I gave him a sincere smile from my heart. "I'm sincere. I am happy for your sermons. Even more than that, I feel honored as a woman. Thank you, Mommy." My eyes glazed. "And to be honest, when it comes to time, unfortunately I think it's too long. I'm afraid of the tormented miss. Missing it is hard."

Huh! She blushed. Tasty, right, recombined? But...

Eh?

Mas Ilham slumped from his chair and knelt before me. With a handkerchief, he touched the back of my hand. "Trust me, that's what I want, too. And if I could, I would also like to justify you sooner. Even if I could, I'd have you right now. Because really, Zahra, I love you so much. I want to have you completely. Saranghae."

Uuuh. "Saranghae, Ma...."

Huh! I don't know, this is a rough edition, just joking, or full of feelings?

But those words really represent and touch my feelings. The penalty?

Holding back a smile, Mas Ilham returned to his chair. "That's real, yeah, not drama let alone acting."

Ah, I can't speak anymore. I shook even though he did not touch my hand directly. It was enough to convince my heart completely of this taste.

Mas Ilham did whatever it took to conquer my heart for his love. Trying the best way he can, but still trying to keep the boundaries, and, not violate what has been set luster.

I don't know, my mind seemed to say it was like a touch tester, although I knew he didn't mean it that way, it electrocuted me for it.

What if we are halal? How about the first time we touch? Duh....

"Darling?"

"Emm?" I was surprised to know that I was called darling.

"Don't glare like that...." Inspiration giggled to himself.

"You know, you know call me baby. I am.. auh ah! It's dark!"

My Ustadz smiled again and almost laughed. "Exercise," he said. "Let's get used to. You like it, don't you, I call you baby?"

Kukulum smile me so that he does not expand excessively. While nodding I said, "Yes, I like it," I said almost without a sound. "I like anything about you."

"Including my status as ustadz?"

"Em, including that. As long as you are loyal. Don't ever fuck me."

"Never, Zahra. It never will. You, the one and only. Just you."

Emmmmm... how not to melt try I admit?

"Thank God. And, gotta."

"Em, keep my trust, huh, Mas?"

"Inshaallah, I will keep that trust to death."

I'm nodding.

"Oh yeah, if I may know, who came?"

"Oh, that. That was my cousin, Mas. Abi's niece."

"Em, so. But, why not go ahead? You can get acquainted."

Duh. I confused myself. "Emm. That, the time and conditions are not right yet, Mas. I told them to rest upstairs."

Sensitized. His forehead immediately puckered. "Something? Bad thing?"

I nodded, but hesitated. "Emm.. Nothing, really."

"Don't lie, you'll be Mas Ilham's wife. Honesty, yes. If I can't know, just say it. It's okay, really. It's important you be honest."

I shook my head again with guilt. I don't want to cover up about that. It's just, it's a disgrace to my family. I must keep it a secret because Mas Ilham is not yet part of our whole family. Unauthorized. "Sorry, Mas. I. I didn't mean to lie. But.yes so. Kan Mas Ilham has not really been a member of our family. So. sorry, yeah. You can understand that, right?"

"Well, so. Keep it bright."

"Yes, rebuke me if I'm wrong. But it's okay, isn't it?"

"Yes, seriously. It's okay, really. I understand that you can't tell me yet. But...if something happens, or if you have a problem, say, yes? I want to always be there when you need to be, and, to be the only one you always count on."

Kuhela breaths deeply, can shortness of breath I sweetened continuously by Mas Ilham. "Yes, Mas. Inshallah. Sure, you'll always be the only one I can count on. Besides Allah, yes, besides Abi and Umi as well."

Ck! We giggled.

"Well, now the story, what's stuck in your heart? I'm not asking about her disgrace."

I looked down, doubtful. But I finally decided to tell you a little. "Anu, Mum. I'm just thinking about my cousins. Their mother is currently being held at a police station. In Solo. He said he was just wrong to carry people's groceries while shopping at the market. But the one with the goods accused him of being a thief, so he was taken to the police station. So, the plan is to go there. Who knows, we could make peace. But. If I can't, I'd like to take care of my cousin's files to change schools, move here. To where I teach. I can go, right? Uh, I mean. I asked your permission. Let me go, will you?"

Length times width. It was in his nature to listen to my words until the new end he responded, "Should you? Can't anyone else?"

"Become busy, Mas. It can't be Umi. Umi's health is not good if you have to go far. They have no family closer than us. His mother's cousin or his father's cousin, is still quite far from the relationship compared to Abi who is a real uncle. Uh, not a body, ding. Byebak," erratku. "They need guardians, they need protection, they need shelter, too. Can, huh? Let me go. I beg you, Mas?" I consider myself a devout wife.

Mas Ilham nodded, then leaned his body closer. "When? Monday, no problem? Let me accompany you."

"Eh? No, I mean, I don't want to bother Mas Ilham."

"Don't talk like that. I won't calm down if I let you go without me. Especially if you're still sick."

"Geez, you're so considerate, Mas. I'm moved. Thank you, yes, because you already care about me that way."

Again, he nodded. "Deal, aye. Monday after dawn. I'll pick you up later. I'll ask Abi for permission."

Oh my God.. I swear to what? To Solo, with Mas Ilham?

Duh, start his mind Salsabila Azzahra to everywhere. Focus on your goals, Neng! Focus up! Focus up!