Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
The Way to Bless me

Azan dawn had just reverberated, and we were all done bathing when one of the hotel workers knocked on the door of the room we were in.

"Excuse me. room service..," he exclaimed from outside.

Laili immediately opened the door and let a female employee in. At that time I was folding my face back after dawn prayers.Just five in the morning we had to leave the hotel and hurry back to Solo.

When the delivery man walked into the room we were in, he arranged our breakfast on the table. Mas Ilham who ordered it, he did not even forget to leave a letter for me that was tucked by the waiter under one of the food plates.

The Salsabila Azzahra.

"Is there anything you want to order again?"

"Nothing" I said. "Thank you."

"good. Excuse me."

I who did not know at first that the piece of paper was a letter from Mas Ilham, immediately opened it out of curiosity. It turned out to be nothing, it was just a morning greeting and an encouraging sentence from him who loved me. However, because of that, this morning, my heart immediately warmed up again as I read her simple expression of love.

Good morning, Honey. Spirit, yes, 24 days to halal. I love you, Zahraku.

I shake my head in a smile. Despite the sweet behavior of Mas Ilham Rada Lebay, but he always managed to make my heart filled with happiness.

After devouring all our breakfast, also finishing the jasmine tea in my glass, I took a look at our luggage. Remembering something, then looking back at the bathroom maybe there is still something left behind.

"Everything is. The Qur'an. Little towels, my toiletries, medicine, combs, emm..," I murmured, "sweater, nightgown, hijab, socks, everything." Then I turned to Laila and Laili. "Nobody's missing, right?"

Laila and Laili shook their heads compactly. "All that, Mother."

"Okay, then now-"

Geck! Geck!

The voice of Farid called us. Laila and Laili immediately raised their respective bags and rushed to the door. As for me, I immediately pulled the stalk of my suitcase with my left hand and immediately left the room.

"Here, let me take it," said Mas Ilham as he took the trunk from my hand.

I wiggled as I followed the people who were already walking in front of me. "Where's Suitcase?"

"It's in the car" he said. "From now on, I'll be a lover who's always ready for you. Anytime and anywhere. I'll be on standby and always be."

Ih, starting again, he made my smile again expand this early in the morning. "Thank you, Mom...."

"Anything for you, baby. Love you." - Love you."

Mas Farid shook his head in front of us looking at our pubescent behavior.

"Love you too...."

"Well, how was your breakfast?"

"Enak" I said. I laughed at the meaning behind her question, then smiled at her. "Thank you, yeah. The breakfast was amazingly filling and fun."

Inspiration smiled back. "Happy twenty-four days to halal, dear."

Olala...if we are halal, I have displayed it until we rolled together on the bed. Then...

Something fun will happen. I'll take him to fuck crazy like a mentally ill man. Ck! I was just kidding.

The jokes I hoped would come true. Oops!

Well, in the parking lot, I got in and sat in the back seat when Mas Ilham put my suitcase into the back of the car, then he himself immediately went in and sat behind the wheel. After entering the ignition key and making the engine of his car, he set the rearview mirror - yap, as well as the best mode, he wanted to glance at me who was sitting comfortably behind - - just behind his steering chair. I just smiled at her super pubescent behavior.

Yeah, a trip to Solo for four hours is not exhausting at all. Because this heart is filled with gratitude, happiness is always comforting. As for Mas Ilham, I never felt lonely again.

Arriving in Solo, we headed straight to my cousin's school to take care of their transfer administration. The order was made easier, because it had been prepared from yesterday, and before reaching Solo, Mas Farid had also contacted the school administration staff and reported that we were on our way there. So, there's nothing hard about this one.

After Mas Farid and I left the administration room, Laila and Laili were not there. There is only Mas Ilham.

"Where are Laila and Laili?" my many.

"There," said Mas Ilham pointing towards the canteen. "She said she wanted to see her boyfriend...What's his name?"

"Oah... follow up, yuk, Mas?" take me to the two men standing next to me. But Mas Farid prevented. Let him alone he said who followed the twins to the cafeteria. The reason is because it is not good if we are all milling around in the school environment.

"You two don't go anywhere. Don't fuckin. Watch out, lo, it's undermining Pakde's trust in me."

Huh!

I giggle. "Yes, Mas. at most we went back to the car so we could be alone. Just look in the parking lot."

Farid laughed. "Basically you," he said. He too passed soon.

Please go a long time, yes, Mas. I was back in my heart.

And, in the end there was only me and Mas Ilham without my cousins among us. It crossed my mind: I really miss being alone with her.

Astaghfirullah, heart. Again, I giggled to myself in my heart. Remember Salsabila Azzahra, your future husband is an ustadz. Respect that!

"I miss being alone with you, Zahra. When we're just the two."

Eh? I was stumbling, at first. After that I became giggled to realize that Mas Ilham's words were only part of his way to dive into the space of my heart as deep as possible.

"Can I miss you, right?"

I'm nodding. "You deserve, really, to miss."

"Then?"

"What?"

"You feel the same way?"

Duuhuha... Mas...your hobby is making me blush like this, anyway? How is that so blatant?

"You know the answer, Mommy."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"The same miss."

"Bas with you, yeah."

He smiled, almost laughed. "I'm serious, lo. Thank you for feeling the same longing."

"Mas... already... don't be too sweet...! You can make me breathless, you know...!"

Pleased. Mas Ilham tried to muffle his laughter and smile. "Yes, yeah. Don't let you short of breath. I'll be confused how to give you artificial breath."

"Oh my God, Mommy...."

"Why? My words are too sweet?"

"Yes. Can diabetes me."

"Lo's? Do you want diabetes or shortness of breath? Which one to choose?"

Hm....

"Sighs only, but not asthma, lo, yeah. If you have asthma, you need to see a doctor. If you have ordinary shortness of breath, don't worry. There's me."

Ih, gaam! I blushed unstoppably.

"What do you want?" my fanc.

"You give me artificial breath."

"How?"

"You want to practice?"

Ahaha! Basic crazy!