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

"Salsabila Azzahra bint Muhammad Siddiq, thank you for being a perfecter of my faith. From today on, I take over all of Abi's responsibilities for you. And I swear by Allah and His Messenger, I will take care of you, make you happy, and will always be with you. I will love you with all my heart, and glorify you with a loyalty that I will only address to you. Thank you, Zahra, my dear wife." Then she smiled sweetly. "May I hug you?"

God, I can't say anything more. I can only nod in a smile. Then...

Inspiration hugged me, and I trembled even more. This is how it feels to be embraced by Mas Ilham, amazingly comfortable and soothing. Here, his first hug as my husband. A hug so tight, and so warm. How sweet and romantic this atmosphere is. And, I have no doubt returned his embrace.

Oh, finally, how happy it is to be able to embrace such a body that I so crave. My husband's warm body.

"Zahra?"

"Emm? What's?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Vod... Mas Ilham. While blushing in shame, I let go of my embrace from his body, even he who also released his embrace from me. I knew that he knew that I would blush if he were like that. He deliberately dramatized the atmosphere, and he worked.

"No need to ask permission" I said. "I'm your wife, and you deserve that."

Looking at me with a smile, he said, "This is for the first time. That's why I need your permission. Worrying that you're not ready."

"Why is that? Why do you think it-"

"So it's ready? Hmm?"

"Ih, you...."

Mas Ilham giggled to see my expression that again blushed. Original, he was intentionally. For a long time my lips and jaw can be cramped because I keep smiling all day until this afternoon. All because of Mas Ilham, because of him, and because of his incredible love made me crazy.

Shamefully, I covered my face with my palm plus the face I was still wearing. "It's dong, Mas..," I whined. "Don't tease me. I'm ashamed...."

With a nod, Mas Ilham muffled his laughter and asked me to sit on his lap, on his crossed legs. Submissive, and clumsy, I obeyed him and he immediately wrapped his arms around me. "I'm so happy. Everything feels perfect" said Mas Ilham, holding me tight. "All because of you, Zahra."

And I was just like that, with a smile that couldn't stop expanding. "I feel perfect because of you, too. Thank you for making me your wife. You know how my personality is. I must have greatly increased your responsibilities as a man."

"O yeah? I don't think so. Wouldn't everyone be willing to do anything for love?"

Eh?

My forehead shrinks. "What does that mean?"

"I mean. I'm sure you'll change completely. You will become a better person. To be a godly wife, more godly than you are now. Because what? Because you love me."

Oh my goodness, my smile is perfect again. "Inshaallah, Mom. I'll try well. I'll be a more godly wife to you, my husband."

And. cling!

Mas Ilham looked at me so closely, then his face got closer to me. Slowly but surely, her lips stuck to my forehead, full and warm. Then he came back to look at me. "I love you so much, Zahra."

The deg!

He kissed....

O God, my eyes were closed, my heart was pounding wildly, and a great tremor came back against me from within. It was as if there were a million butterflies dancing inside my stomach as her lips pressed against mine. So sweet. My first kiss, a kiss that was so memorable and will last forever in memory.

And, finally, again, I could only bow down. I desperately held my smile, the red color on my cheek, and my blushing face. As for Mas Ilham, he hid his face on my shoulder.

After a while, when he raised his face again, we both laughed.

I'm nodding. "I understand, Mas. His name is also. This is our first time...."

"One more."

"Huh?"

"Mmm-hmm. once again."

Again, I nodded and obeyed him. It was funny as his lips approached, a stifled smile was there. And this time, our lips stuck for longer. Mas Ilham's hand cupped the back of my head. He kissed me deeper, louder, and more longing. A kiss that broke my nerves, until the shivers of romance again shocked my heart from within.

Afterwards, Mas Ilham looked back at me, his face smiling, beaming. With her fingers, she gently caressed my face with affection.

"I am waiting for you, Zahra. Tonight, a beautiful night with you."

Vod... Inspiration made me put my face back down. Just kissing like this is this happy, this whole series, especially later? I can't imagine how we've been running around in front of each other. Can we look at each other?

Ah, Mas Ilham. The world of Zahra became as beautiful as a garden filled with flowers blooming. It's exquisite.

"There, gih. Help Umi in the kitchen. He wants us to have dinner here first. After dinner, we'll just go home. Go home to our house." Then she whispered, "Our bridal room is waiting for you, Zahra. Beautiful room like your dream."

Oh my God, my heart sagged into my stomach whispered such a sentence.

"Room.. bride?" many ensure.

"Mmm-mmm...."

"I mean.. with decorations?"

Mas Ilham nodded with a thin smile splitting his face. "Your dream room."

Hmm. This must be a whisper from Umi, I thought. I'm happy, but at the same time embarrassed. I never told Mas Ilham about it. But Umi...? He was very understanding, and, super considerate of this mere princess of his puppets.

"Mas Ilham... know from Umi?"

Again, he nodded. "Umi loves you so much. Respect him always, huh? And my mother too. So a good daughter-in-law. Yes, Honey?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, Mommy" I said. "Inshaallah. I promise, I'll be a good son, a good son-in-law, and a good wife."

"More..be a good mother to our children later."

I smile. "Aamiinu. Inshallah. Sure, Mas." Later tonight we process his son.

Wkwkwk! Pingin ngakak me. Oh, Mr. Ilham....

"Emm. I'll follow Abi to the mosque. I go down first, it's okay, right?"

Sure oes. I'm nodding. I kissed my husband's hand and kissed the back of his hand before he left. "Let me finish the alphabet" I said.

And, huh! Finally, the pounding inside my chest stopped as Mas Ilham walked out of my room. Ah, silly. While folding back the prayer mat and removing my face, I laughed again considering our silliness earlier. Silly, funny, at the same time somewhat romantic.

Well, I'm grateful for giving a daughter-in-law like Mas Ilham to my parents. Especially for Abi. The man who will not pretend to be diligent in the mosque, and will not pretend to linger there with Abi. From before Magrib, until it is finished later.

Oh, lucky yourself Salsabila Azzahra.