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

What a beautiful sight. As soon as I opened the porch door in my new room, the colorful flowers that lay wide behind were completely soothing to the eyes. The fresh air provided a special pleasure for my breathing that had just felt the beauty of my new environment. And, plus, under my room, in the backyard of our house, there was a swimming pool that, although simple but seemed so comfortable. Its existence which was covered in a fence with super high walls was almost as high as the veranda of my room, making the place click in my heart, very private. I love it, even I feel like I want to jump straight from the porch of my room into the pool down there.

And, plus a husband hug that promises comfort and warmth this morning. Oh... What other favors do I lie about? It's flawless.

"Don't be naughty" whispered Mas Ilham as he wrapped his big arm around my shoulder, covering my chest.

Alisku. "meaning? Don't be naughty... what?"

"We're not just the two of us here, Salsabila Azzahra. The gardener may not have come home yet, and the employee who will be picking the flowers is coming soon. So. wear your hijab. Your heart is my sin. Understand, My dear wife?"

I grinned, embarrassed, and then Mas Ilham turned my body to face him. "Yes, sorry, Mas. I forgot and I was wrong" I said.

"And you must get punished."

Well, my husband who turned out to be possessive crests madly grabbed my lips, pushing me in along with his footsteps that inevitably I had to step back carefully. Fucking moron. He was grinning as our footsteps stopped and I was squeezed between the big cupboard and his burly body.

"You scared me" I said.

"Fear what?" ask her in front of my face.

"Yes, fear...."

"Fear I undressed again? Like this?" He took down my ritslet.

Ih. geez....

"Said to find breakfast..," I whined.

Ah, sucks!

"You know how else, you're very seductive" he said. Again, he kissed my lips, playing with my tongue and throat. "You're really sweet." The whirring of his edging expanded again.

Again, I must surrender even though in the chest, my heart wants to explode. The ridiculous behavior of Ilham is terrible.

Then, casually he stepped back with a small laugh like a madman - creating a distance of a few inches from me. "Wear your headscarf now" she said. "If not, I can change my mind."

"Shellheaded!" ledek. I quickly opened the closet, took my hijab which was still hanging inside there and quickly put it on.

Yep, that's a new hijab. The new hijab that has been provided in the closet, along with the clothes that I have worn. It's not much, but Mas Ilham did not want me to bring anything from my parents' house. Other than my phone, laptop, and all my teaching needs, including my uniforms, all the others I can't carry. Don't know what the reason is. But I can wear it if I stay at Umi's house, and my room, there will still be as usual, including her belongings. While in this new house, everything is all new from Mas Ilham. And he forbade me to ask.

I asked a question in my mind: why, anyway, is he? She is a possessive husband in fiction.

Aw, Zahra. This is the result of most reading novels. I shook my head because of this strange new life. But, after I realized, this new outfit she was providing: everything was loose and all her long hijabs covered her chest.

Hmm... Want to change me slowly, Mom?

Well, I'm already his wife, right? So I complied without protest.

After getting dressed and gripping myself in front of the mirror, I hurriedly walked out of the room, as if it was the most dangerous place right now. Ckck!

I quickly chose to flee. Because of the behavior of Mas Ilham, anyway! I became parno. I just had a bath, time to take another shower? Aye, right?

"Mas, this is serious, yes, there's nothing in the kitchen?" I asked Mas Ilham who just followed me into the kitchen. She just finished taking the call after me.

With a sweet smile, Mas Ilham nodded. "It's an empty house, honey...." He came up and hugged me from behind. "This is all the new furniture, wedding gifts from Umi and Abi, from Mbak Indah and Mas Muslim as well. Still potluck. Soon we will complete it ourselves, yes."

I'm nodding. Actually, if judged from basic needs, the furniture is complete. Cookware in the kitchen is enough, even equipped with dispensers, refrigerators, ricecooker, and so forth. There was also a washing machine in the back. And, maybe what is meant by Mas Ilham is only sober because it does not include detailed things such as fryers and pans in various sizes and various shapes, baking tools and so forth. I see, such modern equipment does not exist. But the rest is okay. All the basic equipment is available in our minimalist kitchen but with all the modern equipment. I like the open design, there is no partition between the kitchen and the dining room next to each other, except it is only blocked by a long table that is beautiful like a bar table in modern cafes.

"Satisfied looking at this house? You likey?" The Inspiration asked.

Sure oes. I'm nodding. And not just like because the interior design is charming, but also because everything in it reflects modern life. Because honestly, at the beginning of the introduction, I was quite worried that Mas Ilham was an anti-modern Muslim figure. I'm afraid he's anti-AC, refrigerator, even bathtubs and showers in the bathroom. Unless, if he's from a family that can't afford it, I'll understand. But no, obviously he's from a family that is capable, and he himself is also well established economically. Therefore I worry if he is classified as a capable person, but he shuts himself from the life and sophistication of modern technology, and, instead, makes simplicity as a reflection of life. Therefore also I am so afraid of being betrothed to a scholar, because in my brain, they seem to have been imprinted as people who live in simplicity. Unlike the famous ustadz-ustadz who have penetrated the world of artistry, they are exceptions for me, because they are rich and clearly must live in the modern world. Again, they are famous.

But, for the scholars around me, I wonder, roughly, they take a shower, no? Wear a bathtub, no? Does he sleep with AC? And many more questions. And, therefore also, while in Surabaya, I alluded to the comfort of the hotel that had a shower. In my opinion, if at that time Mas Ilham did not mind to stay at a classy hotel that has a shower and AC, and the vehicle is also okay even though it is not Alphard class, Alphard, he also definitely did not shut himself off from the modern world. And now that it's all proven, he's given me the comfort I dreamed of, which I didn't get in my own house. Yeah, maybe Abi is not happy if facilitating our house with such things because considering the students must live simply in the cottage. Except in my room, I had my own AC and I threatened Abi that if he wouldn't let me install the AC in my room, I'd have to do it myself.

Astaghfirullah. I realized, I was so hard all this time against Abi just because of my hatred for his mistake that hurt my heart and heart Umi.

Ah, nevermind. I've got my new life, and Umi's been very happy for all this. Especially later, when I've given him a grandchild. Surely what has been so painful, it will not mean anything to Umi. Me and my children will be a happy panacea to his heart. The true happiness.

Aamiins.

"Don't like daydreaming," said Mas Ilham. "Let's have fun again, will you?"

Ahaha!

I give up, Mom!

Oh my God, my husband is crazy. It's really too much. I'm scared, you know...!