Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
The Heart of the Doubtful

Mas Ilham explained to me that there are quite a number of workers who will come and go to the plantation. In the morning there will be some people who pick flowers and then bring them to the store to be assembled into a bouquet of flowers, also take some flower pots as samples to be displayed in the store. In the afternoon until the afternoon, there are some people in the care section will come to take care of the plants, watering, as well as cleaning the plantation area, and, and at night there will also be two or three people in charge of guarding the plantation.

I just nodded and listened to Mas Ilham's words. Then I looked at the area around me more closely. In parts of the plantation land lined with green coconut trees and some huts a kind of simple saung with coconut leaf roof as a place for workers to rest. The green coconut is full of fruit, and said Mas Ilham soon ready to pick. Not to be used as old coconut food, but it is devoted to green coconuts and when the harvest will be sold to the branches of the cottage owned by his brother-in-law.

I'm honestly amazed. They are brothers and each other support each other's efforts. Including Kiai Rahman who I know has a vegetable plantation and some freshwater fish ponds. And after I asked Mas Ilham, indeed he supplied his crops to the kitchen of his own daughter-in-law's cottage. Compact team, I thought. Efforts that support each other and do not rival each other. Then my attention was on a building far from my sight. It looks like home from behind. Not so big, but two-story. There was a veranda at the back, and there was a high wall covering my vision towards the building on the lower floor.

"That's what?" my many.

Inspiration turned his gaze in the direction I pointed, and he smiled. "That's our paradise later" he said.

"Ep? I mean, a house for...?"

"Yes, our house."

"Oh, over here, Mas? Seriously?" I'm thrilled.

He's nodding. "Em, more than serious, honey. You want to, don't you, stay here with me?"

My smile expands, and I nod back. "certain. How could I refuse a place as beautiful as this?"

"So you asked Umi for permission, right?"

"Yeah, Umi said I could."

"Alhamdulillah if Umi allows."

"Ep. Can I see-"

"Nope. Sorry, yeah, it's not time yet. I want you to first enter that house as my bride."

Uuuh. "alright. I'll be patient."

But my eyes could not escape from the building that looked solid. I like the moss green color, and the shiny brown color is like wood on the porch.

"That's the room, huh? I mean, what's that double?"

Mas Ilham nodded. And my mind drifted away at once imagining a beautiful morning moment, when the rays of the sun peered out from the gap of the window curtain, and as soon as I opened the door of the veranda, the vast flower plantation would be spread as far as the eye could see.

"You likey?"

"Em, more than like, Mas."

"But I prefer you, Zahra."

"Mas..don't be so dreadful..," I whined.

He giggles. "Let's go, just be it" he said. "I love to see your face flushed. You're funny, adorable."

Ah, Mas Ilham. I look like a boiled crab.

And until that moment he can still make me laugh. However, one week later, as we spread out our wedding invitations that would last another week, something that made me doubt came over.

The story goes like this, I was about to deliver an invitation to my old friend, Yunita. He's a high school friend and my college friend. The girl who loves the night world. We are not very familiar, but if we want to go home or return to the city, we often go home or go together, because he is a cousin of a friend who one boarding with me. Puspita's. I went home with Puspita, where Puspita went home with Yunita. So, between me and Yunita became closer. Well, when I went to Yunita's house and gave her a piece of the invitation card, my name and Mas Ilham were there without a picture of the two of us, Yunita practically asked me what my future husband's full name was once she saw the name Ilham on the front of the invitation card, because she said it was the same name as her future husband. Well, when I mentioned the full name of Mas Ilham-Ilham Akbar Ibn Rahman, Yunita was astonished and he quickly opened the invitation card in his hand and saw the inside of the invitation.

"Gus Ilham Kiai Rahman's son?"

The way to ask with a tone of wonder and frowns linked to make me immediately follow in wonder. "Yes" I said. "You know, Yun?"

Without saying anything, he walked outside, gawking to the right, towards Mas Ilham's car parked in the yard next to his house, he immediately went down the stairs of his porch, spontaneous fret feeling entered my mind. I quickly followed Yunita who approached Mas Ilham in her car. In a hurry, he tapped on the window glass of Mas Ilham's car so that the concerned immediately got out of the parked black car.

"Gus, Gus Ilham her future husband Salsabila? Is that true?"

Mas Ilham nodded. "Yes," he said.

"Couldn't you? Kan.... Is not Gus Ilham accepting an arranged marriage with me?"

Whats?

I who caught up with Yunita instantly became wide-eyed to hear that question.

"I'm sorry" said Mas Ilham. "Among us are just introductions, and there's no deal-"

"How is it not yet? Pakde Junaidi said that Gus Ilham's side also received this matchmaking. How now?"

"Astaghfirullah, there seems to be a mistake here, Ukhti. I never said that to H. Junaidi, either directly or through my Abi."

Yunita crying. "Then? Did my father lie? Where is possible, Gus."

"Sorry, Ukhti."

"It's not funny! You guys playing me?"

"Sorry-"

"I've changed a lot to meet the criteria set by Gus Ilham's side" Yunita's voice was almost shrill.

Again, Mas Ilham beristighfar. "Sorry, Ukthi, but from our side we never even proposed the terms or criteria for women to be betrothed to me, except regarding religious beliefs held by her. That's all it is."

"Yes, continues? Hows it? I am very much looking forward to our marriage to take place soon. I've done a lot for this match."

Mas Ilham shook his head. "Sorry again, Ukthi. Ukhti should confirm this to H. Junaidis. Excuse me." He turned to me. "Come, Zahra."

Without me realizing, from earlier I was staring, standing a bit far away with my breath tight, but I could not interfere in the slightest. My eyes even glazed over knowing that my husband-to-be was also so desirable to other women. Someone I know, anyway. He used to be dressed all over the open, and now covered in a long hijab and dressed shar'i. Obviously, he has changed a lot to want to be his wife, Mas Ilham.

"Zahra, come on."

I nodded, walked past Yunita and briefly stopped in front of her. "Sorry, Yun," I said, then I got into the car where Mas Ilham stood opening the door for me - - waiting, commanding, and making sure I got in there immediately.

Just like me and my family, the Yunita family must be well-intentioned as to why they want to match Yunita with Mas Ilham. But Mas Ilham chose me, even though it was originally only for the sake of both of our mothers, but I know, this feeling between us must be, because he chose me because of the confidence of his heart. This is not a marriage without love. I accepted it after I fell in love with him. And, I don't want to lose him. But, is it possible that he will survive with just one wife while around him there will be many women who are willing to be his wife? Even a beautiful woman is willing to change drastically in order to become her life companion?

This fact scares me, Mom. I will never be willing if I have to live in polygamy.