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

Not wanting to reply to whatsapp Mas Ilham about his guilt, I put my phone back in the bag. I'll talk to him later at the right time.

At the hotel, we booked two rooms with extra beds. When I was about to take my wallet, with his swiftness, Mas Ilham had already thrust his debit card.

"No need. Let's just use my money," I refused.

"Shhh...."

"Mas.I'm not good...."

He just smiles. This discussion has been going on since morning. First, when he filled up the gas, he refused my money. After that, all the food to prop up our stomach, Mas Ilham also spent money. In fact, I actually had time to tell him let me pay for our lodging. He just nodded and yes. But, actually now? He still wants to finance everything. Really, he makes me feel bad.

After getting the keys to each of our rooms, we followed the room service officer who brought my suitcase, I unceasingly protested to Mas Ilham, "You have taken the time to accompany me. You are tired of driving too. Time must come out your money too, anyway, Mas?"

Again he let out a hiss so that I would be quiet. "Don't be fussy, yeah. You just pay with a smile that can cool my heart. I love you, Zahra."

Oh, he, yaaaa. I looked at him who was walking beside me and seemed to want to pull his brew. Adorable.

Fortunately, the lobbies are empty. I made my own messes.

There, I looked around, loving the impression of the place. There were many plants and trees in large pots arranged on the floor. There were a lot of vases at the reception desk earlier. A pair of wall-mounted television screens to the right of the table, and one on top of the other. I can also see the pool through the window glass, also to the right of the table. Mamandang amazed in that direction in hopes to feel the fun of swimming there. If could. Understandably, it's one hobby that only occasionally can be fulfilled. Well, I deduce this is a pretty classy hotel.

With the adjoining rooms on the ground floor, we opened and entered each room. I was with Laila and Laili, while Mas Ilham was rooming with Mas Farid. I flicked the light switch, and smiled. The room was beautiful, clean, fragrant, and with white sheets covering the bed that had a pole at the head of the bed. There are six pillows and a bolster on each bed. The Tiffany-style lamp is located on a small table next to a bed that I think is made of pine wood. A 27-inch TV is located on top of a closet, complete with a remote and cable service. There are several framed photos hanging on the wall. And, there are small sofas and tables as well, although minimalist, but quite cushioned.

I peeked into the bathroom. The bathroom is complete, ranging from long mirrors and decorative lights to tiled floors, showers, simple bathtubs, as well as various bathing purposes.

"Mom, let's take a shower. I helped, yes," said Laila, while the younger sister, who had just taken out her change of clothes, grabbed my suitcase, asking me which clothes to wear.

Which one, I thought. I put my shoulders down. "Come, Li. Just match the color of the shirt with the hijab, yeah."

Laili nodded.

I took off my headscarf and put it on the end of the bed. Then, I let Laila help release my sling, then my clothes. We also took a shower together.

"Thank you, yes, Ma'am. Ma'am already bothered to help us. Though the condition of Mbak himself like this," said Laila with concern for my condition.

I smiled at him who was rubbing soap into my body. "We're brothers, honey. It's my duty to help you two, isn't it? Ma'am love you guys. So. don't feel that way. Okay?"

He's nodding. And I realized, I love them even more than my sisters from Abi. Yeah, I don't hate them, nor his mother, Abi's second wife. I just hate what Abi did. That polygamy. The polygamy I hated - hated because it had made my mother's heart ache for so many years.

After showering and getting dressed, plus prayers, we came out of the hotel room, time to get some food. And according to mutual agreement, we decided to clean up first, pray first, and then just come out again for dinner, so we could all enjoy the dinner comfortably and relaxed. Because, this afternoon, because the trip was really time-consuming, we did not take the time to stop by lunch. So, we only buy pizza, burgers, and various drinks and snacks to prop up the stomach that is practically consumed in the car. Therefore, Mas Ilham and Mas Farid decided to have dinner this must really be done at a relaxing hour, so that the stomach is full and the heart was happy too.

"Mandi?" ask me Mas Ilham. Just like that, we walked in the back, intending Mas Farid and the twins Laila and Laili who were walking in front.

I smiled cheerfully. "Yeah" I said. "Laila's Help. Luckily, there was a shower, right? I can't stand the sultry."

"Thank God. I love to see Zahraku back fresh. Pretty."

Huh! Ustadz gombal....

"Zahra?"

"Emm?"

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

"On what? About his guilt, Ilham? As you wrote in whatsapp? Hmm?"

He's nodding.

"I'm not angry. I believe in destiny, really. Well, even though I used to sometimes not accept destiny and bad things. But, in that case, no matter what happens, I believe that's for the best. So. I'm not mad at Mas Ilham. He has done well because he is willing to take us and accompany us here. So, please. just relax."

He nodded. "Inshaallah. Thank you, yes. I'm just afraid to disappoint you."

"If you are disappointed why? You afraid I'm canceling our wedding? Nope. I've fallen in love with you, haven't I?"

Huh!

Mas Ilham held back his laughter, as well as his anxiety towards me. "We are not yet muhrim" he said.

"If it is muhrim?"

"Revert to the room."

"What do you want, Mom?"

"Main carom! Satisfied?"

Ahaha! It was my turn to giggle. The impatient feeling of wanting to be immediately memorized by the handsome and pleasant figure of Mas Ilham was back in excitement.

Patience. Just less than a month, Zahra. I smile at the smile. "By the way, the hotel's nice, huh, Mas? It's perfect for a honeymoon, right?"