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

Ah, if we'd been halal to touch each other, I wouldn't mind making love to her in the car like the romance couples I often watch in romance movies. My feelings that are now hot on him make me even more fantasizing wildly. I couldn't deny, when she was this close, when I returned her gaze, her sweet stifled smile, and the warm puff of her breath that swept across my face, all of it really aroused and tickled my desires. I wanted to taste her sweet lips, touch her crazily, and feel the power she had. It was so painful, my respect for this sacred relationship, that I had to restrain myself. Yeah, I had to pull my long headscarf to cover my face.

"You want to wear a veil?" kanda Mas Ilham while getting out of front of my face. "I'd say it would cover your eyes, not cover your face."

I'm shaking. "I'm afraid of deliverance" I said. "My faith is not as strong as you. I'll be the one who nyosor you. How's dong?"

Ew... Mas Ilham even more giggling. "Yes, stop making jokes, yeah. Now can I close your eyes?"

"For what?"

"Surprise, Honey...."

"What's the surprise that you have to close your eyes?"

"It's nothing, just so you can guess where I'm going. But don't mention it, yeah. Guess in your heart. Okay?"

I still shake reluctantly. "But don't be weird, huh?"

"Yes... Azzahra bint Muhammad Siddiq. I can wait for you in fifteen days. Satisfied?"

Hye! I giggle. "Casual dong, Mas..relax...."

"Wear this," he said. He opened the dashboard in front of me and took out a new bandana still wrapped in plastic.

Oh my goodness, I'm shaking my head. What a intention he is. But to be honest, because of his enthusiasm, I thought that he was going to take me to a place I could guess: between the flower plantations, and, or to the house that will be our residence as he discussed yesterday. But I didn't make my guess to him. Let it be a surprise for me.

"Ready?" asked Mas Ilham after he tied the wide bandana to my eyes.

I'm nodding. Mas Ilham also re-applied his car. As far as a few meters, we still passed through the smooth asphalt road. But next, I could feel that we were passing through a path that was grinding until my body was shaken a little. I was a little worried about my right arm that had just been permanently removed from the sling.

"Are you okay?" tanya Mas Ilham next time when the speed of the car has stopped, and the roar of the engine is dead.

I'm nodding. "I am okay. My arm doesn't hurt. Can my blindfold be opened now?"

"Yet. Let's go out first, yeah. A moment."

Chequek!

The sound of the door lock was pressed and the car door was opened. The next second, the door was closed again which meant that Mas Ilham had already got out of the car. Next, the sound of the door opening was heard beside me, followed by the voice of Mas Ilham who invited me down.

"Come," he asked. "Be careful." She held my arm shielded by the hijab, then pointed my hand at her arm wrapped in a long-sleeved shirt, but my finger could still feel the strength in the muscles hidden behind that shirt sleeve. "A ready? Strong grip, yes."

Ih....

"You intentionally, yes, let me hold on like this? Hmm?"

The Inspiration laughed. "Duh, honey... Your brain is all negative, huh? You hold it don't be weird. Your hands don't touch anywhere. Just holding on to my arm. Understood?"

"Yes, Mom." I said. "Don't worry. I won't be careless fumbling around, let alone stroking your brew."

Huh!

He's getting sniggering. I'm sure his black eyes must be watery because of his cheerful laughter. "You fell in love with me because of my brew? Huh yeah?"

Eh?

Indeed yes. But not completely so too at times. I giggle again. "I love you because of God, Mom. Brewok and your physical perfection is just supportive. But it's also important, anyway. I'm pretty. Not wrong, right, if I want to have a good-looking partner too?"

"So I'm handsome? No need to answer, ding. I know I'm handsome."

Ck!

He was confident as well.

Well, I said, after getting out of the car, I followed the footsteps of Mas Ilham who walked slowly beside me. After a long distance, he allowed me to open my blindfold.

"Masyaallah. It's beautiful."

How can I not be amazed? As I thought, Mas Ilham took me to his flower plantation. When my eyes opened, I was immediately fascinated to see the beauty of the colorful flowers around me. There are all kinds of flowers, including the ones I like the most: roses, orchids, and lilies of all kinds. Some are grown in special pots for ornamental plants, and some are allowed to grow directly above ground level, he said it was specifically for the flowers picked, then it is arranged into a bouquet of flowers.

Yeah, how beautiful the view around me is. I love being there and it distracts me. Even thought of by me at that time, if later I was legally his wife, he would often take me to this very beautiful flower garden.

How lucky you are, Zahra, my inner being. The future with Mas Ilham seemed to really promise redemption for all my wounds and mistakes in the past.

"After coming home from here don't be moody anymore, will you?" said Mas Ilham in my ear. He stood very close behind me. And despite being sheltered by the hijab, I felt the nape of my neck goosebumps because of its closeness. "I love you so much, Zahra. I don't like to see sadness shading your face. Please, forget the burden on your mind. Just focus on our marriage. I want my bride to be fresh, and the most beautiful on an H day. As I always imagined. By Allah, I admire your beauty, Zahra."

Glegs!

I swallowed my own salivary. I was happy for the romance of his series of words, but I also felt bad to hear the request he had just said. "Yes" I said. "I promise, I'll focus on our wedding, and I'll throw all those messed up feelings away."

"Have your promise, yes. Everything that's happened, it's not your fault. It's destiny. And be assured this is the will of the Almighty."

I nodded, then smiled. "Please, get a little out of the way. I can't bear to hug you. It's berabe."

"Patience, Honey. Only fifteen more days. After that, inshaallah, you will be completely mine. My bride."

Can you faint, no?

I'm melting unsealed. Inspiration is even more romantic than the actors in the film. Yep, how it was - completely like the figure of my dream man. A lover who is able to tickle the depths of my desires.

Really, I love you too. I love you, Mas Ilham.