Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Hm....

We have two large bags of vegetables that we buy, including young jengkol, boiled jengkol, and pete, as well as various kitchen spices such as chilli, onions, and so on, do not forget the types of warm spices such as pepper and various relatives. We put it all in the back of the car.

After buying a variety of vegetables and kitchen spices, we also bought some basic food. Starting from the types of flour, sugar, salt, tea, coffee, and relatives to instant spices. Including instant noodles and vermicelli. Types of cheese and chocolate. Considering the six days of the week I had to teach, I asked Mas Ilham so that we would stock all of them in a considerable amount, he said, because I don't want to always take my time and spend hours in the market on Sundays, which is where it's the only holiday I have to enjoy besides the rare red date. I'm happy, Mas Ilham understands that. Except for the vegetables and stock of side dishes that I have to buy once a week, okay, I don't mind spending half an hour to an hour to go to the market and focus on the back area only, do not have to travel from one store to another like when buying groceries.

After buying all the groceries that I recorded in an instant, I asked Mas Ilham to return to the parking lot to put the groceries in the car, plus all of them bought a sack of rice, while I walked alone to the wet area to buy fish and chicken, and various other side dishes as my weekly stock.

"But back later, yes," I said. "Follow me back."

Mas Ilham nodded.

And, I was just about to step my foot when suddenly Mas Ilham called out. "What?" my many.

He's a crazy grin. "In addition to being sweet like you, I also like something salty" he said.

Ew...! He made my brain interpret another. With a whimper, the newlyweds just passed from before me who felt anxious.

Okay, Zahra. He only asked for salted fish and the like. Straighten your brains!

But Mas Ilham makes me anxious. I'll pull your bewok later, Mas....

Easily, I can get anything I want to buy. No exception something salty as requested by Mas Ilham. And I became a grimace. I know for sure, the one he likes the most is me. Sweet, or salty. Aye, right?

"Thank you" I said after paying my salted fish. The mother who sold the salted fish smiled. While next to him, the fish trader was complaining about his life story. What I had heard, his daughter ran away from home because she did not want to be betrothed by the father. It was pinched in my heart, and there was also a sense of gratitude that slipped into my heart: it was fortunate that I did not do so. Because, maybe Umi will be sadder and more stressed than what was experienced by the mother of the fish trader salai.

However, the other side of my heart also whistled tensely. I must not second-guess, let alone judge that what the son of the fishmonger's mother did was wrong plus bad. No. gabe. Absolutely can't. I broke my heart then and there. Yep, because he's not necessarily wrong. You don't know what happened to him. Why and with whom he was betrothed.

And, unfortunately, as I walked plus struggled with my thoughts without looking left right, my hands were snapped by someone.

The Imam?

"Follow me," he said rudely.

Honestly, I wanted to scream so that the man who forced me to come with him was beaten by the crowd and I could run away from there. But I couldn't bear it, and instead, I just threatened her, "Let go of me, Mas! Otherwise, I'll scream!"

"Just yell!" his challenge. "Shouted until everyone judged me. I want to see if you can treat me like that."

Goddamn bum!

"Crazy for you, yeah! Off!"

The slightest grip of his hand did not loosen. "It won't be until I can speak well" he said, noting the situation around us.

"Mas, I'm married. Please tell me" I asked slowly. I tried to talk to her, hoping she would melt down and understand.

However, this man in front of me seems to have been blinded by our love that has ended up running aground. He seemed to not care about my status that other men had married.

"I can't, Bill. I love you so much. I can't let you go for another man."

"Whatever it is, Mom. Obviously I am married. Please let go of my hand."

She's shuffling. "You're forced. You won't be happy, Bil."

"Know what are you? I'm happy."

"Lied!"

"Whatever! I'm not asking you to believe."

"Don't be stubborn, Salsabila. Your love is me. And I am your happiness."

Oh God. The love that had run aground was changing his habits into a psychopath. The people around us seemed to have begun to notice our almost whispered talk and the grip of Mas Imam's hand on my wrist.

Patience, Zahra. Patience. I tried not to insist on pulling my hand, which I knew would only hurt myself. Staring boldly at the man in front of me, I said, "I don't know how to explain. Whether you believe it or not. But I'm definitely married now and I'm married. Please, understand that."

"But you're still a virgin. I know you won't be touched. You wouldn't be willing to do it by force, would you?"

Whats?

May I laugh in front of her face and say that I have made love to my husband three times? Or show me the results of the visa that my virginity has been torn by the mighty man?

Fucking psychopath!

"You're wrong, my friend." I smile. "I love my husband, and I willingly serve him. I'm no longer a virgin. So, now you can, right, you're taking me on?"

But...

He nodded in disbelief. "I know you're lying. Don't push yourself, Bill. Come with me and we're out of here."

"Not going to."

"If you please, please? I'm love-"

"Mas!" this time my voice shrieked and caught the attention of those around us. "Enough, yes! Unhand me!"

But he was just about to drag me away. Out of anger, panic, and annoyance, I thrashed and screamed for help. And just as the people began to dare to approach, Mas Ilham came.

"Let go of my wife" said Mas Ilham calmly, then he took my hand. "Please be polite, man. Please come to our house if there is anything you want to talk about."

But the Imam did not heed my husband's words. With a defiant look and tightening his grip, he said, "Salsabila is mine!"

Hmm. You're really looking for trouble.