Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
The Holy Bond of Marriage

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Salsabila Azzahra bint Muhammad Siddiq with the dowry paid in cash!"

Alhamdulillahot. I exhaled a breath that I had unconsciously held from earlier. After the legitimate words of the witnesses were spoken, there was such great relief I felt in the tears. But my nervousness could not diminish. Moreover, after Mas Ilham turned to face me who was sitting behind him, the nervousness I felt was no longer in a pale face like anemia, but -- I could not control my smile that continued to expand after our eyes met the view. Really, that afternoon, maybe me and Mas Ilham became the most ridiculous wedding couple ever. Our smiles cannot be held back. The more I put on my smile, the more my lips would crack together with my cheeks becoming more and more blushing. Not just a smile, my fingers were even endlessly shaking as Mas Ilham touched my hand and slipped the wedding ring onto my ring finger. And besides, when I slipped the ring into Mas Ilham's ring finger, I almost dropped the ring because of a nervous feeling that I had difficulty controlling. After that, the nervousness was even more so when I kissed the back of Mas Ilham's hand and he kissed my forehead. His first kiss, which made me tremble, was like an electric shock was electrocuting me from inside.

"I love you. Thank you for being my halal partner" whispered Mas Ilham at the time, in front of many people around us. "By Allah, Zahra, you are very beautiful. You are the angel that God has sent me."

O Allah, crying is so bad. I am now his wife, and I love her compliments. A husband's praise to the wife he loves. And, this marriage, something I never thought of, I could fall in love and marry someone who -- hasn't been two months I've known her. And the blue feeling became more and more powerful when I and Mas Ilham bowed to our four parents. My happiness was perfect, I married the man I love and who loves me, plus the prayers and blessings of both of our parents.

Thank you for this special gift, God. Thank ye.

I was lucky, I was spared the error. Avoid marriage without blessing. Avoid forced marriages, or those that my parents had to approve of - - which I believe, surely his happiness will not be as perfect as I feel today.

Thank you very much, because you didn't choose wrong.

And at that moment I was fully convinced: whatever will happen in our marriage one day - it is an imperfection of ourselves, he said, either from me or from myself, and, it is not at all a mistake to make a decision at the beginning of the marriage.

Yep, this wedding was held at the pesantren mosque, on Thursday, at two noon. After the solemn agreement, our wedding procession continued in the hall building, with simple and charming decorations: there were many colorful flowers that adorned the all-white room. A simple procession filled with lectures and lectures around marriage. After that, as a wedding in general, in the form of photo sessions and congratulations from the guests who approached us at the wedding, accompanied by Islamic music background. Abi would like to give in to this, he did not forbid my wish to ask pop songs in religious romance as the background of several sessions of the event, including at the end of the event which was closed with an afternoon meal together, where after that gradually the invited guests began to decrease when azan asar reverberated.

Relieved, at half-five in the afternoon, after no more guests who want to greet the bride, I and Mas Ilham can immediately leave the place. Before he took me home to our own home, we went back to Abi's house to say goodbye to my parents. Personally, Mas Ilham wanted to ask Abi and Umi's sincerity to take me with him, to live alone in our own house, while I was asked first to clean up, change clothes, and go to the room, and salat asar.

Not knowing how and what they were talking about, Mas Ilham followed me to the room before I even finished taking a bath. I was shocked when I came out of the bathroom, I saw him sitting at the end of my bed. Although wrapped in a towel, I spontaneously jumped into the bathroom again and closed the door. "You can go out first, can't you? I didn't bring a change of clothes.." I nervously cried.

Breathe in, Zahra... Don't be nervous, okay?

I forced myself to open the door and saw Mas Ilham who was now standing right in front of me. The towel that I used to wrap my hair in, I now use to wrap my head, and cover my shoulders, neck, to my chest.

Inevitably, seeing me like that, Mas Ilham even became giggling. "We are halal, dear..," he said.

"Yes, I know. But my hair hasn't been combed. I'm ashamed.." I argue with an alibi that I know to be inaccurate. But how else? Hicks!

Holding back his laughter, Mas Ilham said, "Yes, get dressed, comb your hair, and wear your face. Wait for me, yeah. We pray together."

I'm nodding. Then, with a small towel and a change of clothes in his hand, Mas Ilham walked into the bathroom. And after that, as planned, after getting dressed, combing my hair, I put on my face. After Mas Ilham finished his bath, we also prayed asar congregation. Our first prayer as a halal couple, a lawful husband and wife. My first prayer was his funeral, and he became my priest. My first prayer - one imitated by an Inspiration.

Honestly, I do not understand what prayers we do other than prayer asar, even what prayers offered by Mas Ilham I do not know. I just followed every movement of his prayer, and guaranteed every prayer. After all, he has been my priest, and every prayer of his must be the best prayer for our holy marriage.

After the prayer, Mas Ilham turned his body to face me. Sitting in his arms and smiling, he immediately grabbed and held my hand, and the smiling session like that was now repeated again. In fact, my chest seemed to be fireworks aware of his piercing gaze. Oh my God, my heart is pounding. I'm nervous again.

Thank you Umi, thank you Abi, I'm happy - very, very happy. By Allah, I love Mashal.