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

After the prayer, Umi and Mbak Indah smiled and embraced me. Starting from Umi, then Mbak Indah. Their faces were so calm, in contrast to me who was so tense and still harbored the anger triggered by whatsapp from Mas Imam. I don't think even my prayer just now was solemn.

"Eat, yuk?" bring Umi.

"First off, Umi. If-"

"Your mother is pregnant, she needs food supply for her womb. He'll doubt you're not going to eat."

Hmm... how can I eat if my husband has not heard? But rejecting Umi is also impossible. Mbak Indah also seems to support Umi's words, although I know it is not because she thinks of herself and her content, but rather she thinks of me, the sister-in-law who is still shackled by the burden of my own mind.

"Come, Nduk?"

Not feeling good, I nodded too. "Yes, Umi," I said. I took off my face, hung it back to its place, then I followed it into the kitchen.

And finally, at the dinner table, which happened as if only to fill the time while waiting for news from Mas Ilham and waiting for his return. After all, as calm as we are, who can eat comfortably while two male family members are struggling with problems at the police station and they have not eaten yet? The meal plan we had planned together ended in chaos. We each just forced ourselves to chew and swallow. Even if it was just a few spoonfuls of rice on our plate, I think it took us a long time to finish it. Yep, back again, it was as if just to fill the time while waiting.

After eating and cleaning up the dirty furniture in the kitchen, we just waited in silence in the living room. I tried to obey Mas Ilham's orders to wait at home, but I could not bear it. But strangely, the Salsabila Azzahra who is now a whole? It was like I didn't have the guts to grab the keys and run away from where I am now. I realized and I knew, actually the only thing that kept me from holding back was my mother-in-law's whereabouts that prevented me from leaving. His words are asking me to wait and not go anywhere - like a chain that binds me in place. If I don't comply, what will be his assessment of me? Moreover, the assessment of Mas Ilham, he has clearly asked me to be a good son-in-law and respect to both parents.

But silent waiting without certainty made me greget, I could not stop fidgeting and turned to look at the door.

"Umi, Umi why is it so calm?" finally I asked Umi who was struggling with her reading book. The Qur'an and Hadith. While Mbak Indah busies herself with her phone. Ikram is going to the backyard to monitor the sister's plantation.

Umi smiled. "Because Umi was sure everything would be fine. We have God's Gusti, don't we?"

Ah, that answer, it is not at all soothing to me who has this thin faith.

And I guess, Umi realized the upheaval in my unreacted heart hearing the answer. "Gusti Allah will not side with the vanity, Nduk. Trust me, if Ilham is innocent, he won't be arrested."

I was pensive for a long time. I do not not trust God. But I don't trust his people. To those he said were law enforcement. Can they really do justice? So if so, why was Bulik Sulastri detained by the police? He swore by Allah his creator that he had no intention of stealing Ambar's groceries. So, why didn't Gusti Allah help him? Is it because Bulik Sulastri is guilty that the Almighty let Bulik Sulastri be imprisoned? If he does not intend to steal, what is his boredom that accidentally mistakenly brought the bag of groceries owned by others -- is that what He considers wrong? Because the fatal ignorance is not forgiven?

But in fact I dare not argue with women as soft as Umi. Indeed, yes, everything factors in my heart, I have the shyness and respect for my mother-in-law, even for arguing I am incapable. But to Abi who had one unforgivable mistake - unforgivable by my heart - I could argue to death.

Ah, I so want to ask Mbak Indah, never Abi Rahman rude to him stuff once? Like Abi to me who hit me with a rattan until I got sick? Or, never did Abi Rahman make a mistake - - hurt Mbak Indah's heart as a daughter with such depth? Just one mistake?

But, I thought, what could be more painful for a girl than seeing her mother cry in the silence of the night because of her hurt feelings? The pain in the heart will be more severe as a result than the wound seyetan that spurts blood. It can give the effect of pain to years, maybe even to death.

Duh, my musings are long. In essence I was afraid that Mas Ilham would be languishing in the cell like Bulik Sulastri had. It sucks how Imam behaves. Cases of coercion and fighting, how can it be a case of persecution? Is that why he keeps attacking even though he knows he won't win? Is it to trap Mas Ilham?

Astaghfirullah.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat...."

Mas Ilham's brilliant face appeared on the doorstep, followed by Mas Muslim behind him. Everyone answered their greetings, except me. My pleasure made me immediately throw into the arms of Mas Ilham while calling out to him.

"The answer was my greeting" he rebuked, though the firm hand was and still hugged me tightly.

I realized my error, and immediately answered his greeting, "Wa'alaikumussalam. Excuse me. I forget. I'm glad you're home."

I nodded, and realized the roar of my tears was dripping again. "What matters is that you're okay, Mom. I'm glad you're here."

The world is like only two. Everyone also just watched with a smile until we realized ourselves but did not let go of each other.

"I must have gone home" he whispered, "to you. And I'm hungry...."

Hm... Mas Ilham's....

The whisper of the message made me interpret another word "hunger" that, plus...

Her one hand slipped behind my hijab with the tip of my fingers tracing my back. Apparently, Umi, Mbak Indah, and Mas Muslim are no longer in the living room. It is worth the ridiculous behavior of Mas Ilham again.

"You're this, yeah, you don't see Sikon."

Crazy, he giggles. "You saw him, really? Hm? Looks?"

Hmm... bad!

"You're still kidding. I was scared, you know! I sobbed until my eyes were puffy."

He muffled his laughter and looked at me seriously. "Sorry, Honey. But this matter is out of my control. What matters now is that everything's fine."

I'm nodding. Then...

The smile was growing again. With his head slightly tilted, Mas Ilham swept my lips. A sweet kiss without lust, pure with all feelings.

"I love you" he said.

"I love you too, Mas...."

"Don't be sad anymore, huh?"

"Em, it won't. You're already here."

"Mmm-hmm. and now I'm really hungry."

Eit dah's! I'm thieving. "It's really hungry, right? Not hungry in any other sense?"

"Yes, Honey. Come on." Mas Ilham held my hand in a friendly manner. Then, as he walked, he whispered, "I must eat a lot, so that my energy goes back extra. Aye, right?"

Hmm... What try?

I'm musing.