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

"Cieee.. who is already halal," Laila seduced. The little girl giggled while slicing the cucumber for our breakfast dinner later.

Feeling happy, I greeted his tease with a carefree laugh. Also Umi, he also messes himself in front of his cooking that is still on the stove that is still burning.

"By the way, what was that in the room, ma'am?"

Eit dah's! Almost all the plates in my hand came off because of the question he asked. "What the hell, you?" I said. "Don't tempt you so. You'll want to, lo."

"Story dong, Ma'am. I was curious, you know...!"

"Ndak nothing, really. Just a prayer."

"Ayeah? Time, anyway, not kissing first, hugging. First time, is it?"

Oh my God. My cheeks are blushing again.

"You know you, huh!"

"Cieee. Must be dong...? Hmm?"

"Yes, it's halal. A kiss time? Certainly. The first kiss and hug."

Haha! Laila. "How does it feel, Ma'am? Fun, huh? Gerogi ndak?"

"Shhh..," Umi said. "You can't know. You're a little girl."

I giggle. "Tuh, right. But that's right, a real gerogi, brother...."

"Nduk..," protested Umi. Eyes glare.

"Peace, um...." I grin.

"Bukde, mah. would have been fun...."

"You're a kid...!"

"Yes, yes...." He's thawing. "Laila doesn't ask anymore."

Huh! Poor thing. I giggled, and at that moment, Laili who had just finished bathing came out of the room. Thankfully we finished the joke. Because, the innocent girl is sometimes still traumatized and shuddered in horror when she saw or heard a discussion that grazed into the adult realm.

After I finished preparing dinner, other than rice that was still in the ricecooker, there was a bit of leisure time I used to spend with Umi: to hug her tightly and kiss her cheeks affectionately. Until finally the sound of azan magrib was heard from the mouthpiece of the pesantren mosque, and Umi invited me to pray with her. For some reason, my mood suddenly melted. I feel like I've lost a lot of time with Umi, and now-in a minute I'm going to part the roof with her.

"Why sad? It's what you want, Nduk."

Kuhela took a deep breath, dampening the feeling. "When you know, Umi. But it's natural. A lifetime of living with Umi. Now we have to separate."

"And every day you can come here. Especially later if you and Nak Ilham already have children, Umi will often stay at your home. I want to see my grandchildren."

Euw.. not yet anything, Umi has also discussed about children. "Aamiin. I hope if you get pregnant quickly, yes. Let it feel more perfect Bila's life, which is certainly for Umi and her family Mas Ilham as well."

"Aamiin, honey. Umi will always pray for you."

And. the chatter covered by the mukena continued until Azan isya reverberated. We continued to pray, and soon after we returned to the kitchen. Abi and Mas Ilham will be home soon.

However, I who was not wearing a hijab at the time rushed to the room. Because, do not know why, at this time I feel ashamed of my habits on that one. I had already climbed the stairs when the sound of the greetings of Abi and Mas Ilham was heard from the front door, and Umi rushed to open the door.

I mean, after wearing my hijab, I was about to go down quickly, but I knew Mas Ilham even went into the room.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Mas." Kissed hand.

"Once praying?" tanyakanya.

"Already," I said. "Let's when we get home, I don't need to pray anymore."

I returned to shame. So too with Mashal. A faint smile spread across his face because of my babbling.

"Oh, yeah. I found this on the front door."

Mas Ilham took out a white envelope from his cocoon pocket, and gave the envelope to me.

For Salsabila Azzahra, so the writing is listed on the white surface.

"What's this?" muttered. "Letter? How about being put in front of the door?"

"Eh, don't-don't...." I grin. I carefully opened it.

Honestly, at that time I could not believe that said Mas Ilham he found the envelope on the doorstep. I thought it was a letter from Mas Ilham himself. Love letter, little surprise for me. That's why I'm so enthusiastic. But...

I'm dumbfounded. Quailed. Maybe even pale. Everything in my hand fell to the floor.

"Oh Allah" I murmured.

I was shaking, scared. The envelope contained a train ticket to Jakarta, plus a handwritten letter I did not recognize.

I waited at the station. As planned, when. I've prepared a plane ticket for us to fly to Korea. I'll take you to stay there like I promised you. Ilove you. The priest.

"What's wrong?" tanya Mas Ilham saw my frightened expression and the papers scattered on the floor.

I shook my eyes, my eyes glazed. I realized, this is slander directed at me. I'm afraid Mas Ilham won't believe me. I immediately picked up the sheets of the envelope and the contents and was about to cover them from Mas Ilham. "There's nothing, Mom," I said. I was nervous, panicked too.

"Zahra's? What was? Whose letter is that?"

"This. I don't know."

"May I see?"

"No!" longans. "Em, I mean, there's no need, Mas. You don't have to look at this."

And verily, my expression and words provoked the suspicion of Mas Ilham. "I'm your husband, I deserve to see it, don't I?"

I'm shaking. "Buck...." My tears are dripping by themselves.

"Darling? Here?"

"Sorry, Mom...."

"Please?"

I shake my head in fear. "But promise, you trust me. It's slander. By Allah this is slander, Mommy."

"Let me see it. I'll believe you."

O Lord, with fear, I stretched out my hand and let Mas Ilham see and read the letter.

Mas Ilham was silent, he stared fixedly at my two eyes that were unceasingly glazed.

"For God's sake, it's slander, Mas. I didn't do that. I didn't plan anything. Please, trust me. I did not betray you. It's slander!"

Mas Ilham nodded. "Smoke your tears" he said. "Don't cry. I don't want Abi and Umi to see your tears."

"But you believe me, right?"

Again, Mas Ilham nodded without saying yes. "We'll discuss this later. Now we-"

"You don't trust me? Answer, Mas!" I shook my head, desperate.

Also Mas Ilham, he shook his head. "I believe it, okay? Remove your tears."

He removed it himself.

"Hug me? Show me you really believe me, please?"

Yeah, Mas Ilham hugged me. He rubbed my back and said in my ear, "I believe. And we don't need to talk about this right now. Not here, not in front of Abi and Umi. Hide your tears, Zahra."

I nodded quickly. "I'll go to the bathroom first" I said. "You wash your face. You. You better go down first. I will be coming to the dining room. Not good with the others if we long down. I need a minute alone, just a minute."

Mas Ilham nodded. And he got out of my room. After that, for some reason, it just hurts more. Fear and anxiety were increasingly criticizing me.

Oh, my God, this is just the beginning. My faith in me has begun to be tested.

I'm afraid he doesn't believe me. What about the survival of our household if there is no trust from a husband to his wife? How can he love me if his heart stumbles doubt upon me?

Oh God...why is your destiny like this? Helpme. Strengthen the heart of Inspiration towards me. Make her heart always believe in me.

A new life and a new test have begun.

You have to be strong, Zahra. Must.