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

Today Mas Ilham has not prayed magrib plus isya in the mosque. He still wants to pray at home. Besides I'm not used to it completely in my new house, I'm still horrified if I have to be left alone, not to mention that this afternoon I was faced with a little interference with the arrival of police officers who made me sport the heart. Horrified.

That night, after the prayer, Mas Ilham invited me to dinner. There are still grilled chicken and sambal penyet rest this afternoon which was brought more by Mbak Indah. So just eat the side dish said Mas Ilham. Because, that afternoon, when I asked him what he wanted to eat, Mas Ilham said that his wife did not need to cook dinner. Just heat the side dishes that still exist.

That afternoon Mas Ilham also told me that in the menu of food that I must prepare, it does not have to reflect simplicity, just cook what I want to cook, I want to cook, as long as he is able to find sustenance for us and we do not push ourselves, I can buy anything and can cook anything. Save need, but should not be stingy with yourself. However, I also can not overdo it, can not foyer, plus can not be redundant.

"Picture it wisely" he said.

Duuuh... smooth, huh? The point must be smart, huh! It's aja!

"And, as we agreed at the beginning of our introduction at that time, we must always be open to each other. Nothing to cover, whatever it is. Anything, without exception."

The words of Mas Ilham triggered my memory of whatsapp message from Mas Imam this afternoon, I have not told him that. So then...

"What includes something like this?" I asked, I handed him my phone.

With focus, Mas Ilham read the message, and he thanked me for being open to him. "But you're not thinking about this anymore, are you? Don't let this weigh on your mind." Mas Ilham hung up my phone and returned it to me.

I'm nodding. "No way" I said a little lie. Because in my mind I was sure that Mas Imam might not stop with his troubling behavior. I can't deny, Mas Imam's obsession with me horrified me.

Why am I thinking about that too? I decided to change the subject.

"Mas, remember not with the promise we want to discuss the answer istiqharahmu? You said you'd talk about it before our first night. But in fact, you're straight away."

Practically Mas Ilham giggled. "The situation is so, anyway. It's direct. How can I refuse my wife who is ready to invite me to fulfill the obligation? Seeking reward is indeed to be quickened."

Vod... Inspiration makes me flirt. "You are, yes, I said nothing last night. You're the only one who knows how to carry me and take me to my room."

"What else should I mean if on that night my hijab-wearing wife had removed her veil in front of me? It's the same as giving the code 'seek reward, yuk?' - where might I reject it, right?"

And this time my fingers again lost their abilities. The shame and tingling inside made me blush, but I couldn't stop laughing either. I took off my spoon and I covered my face. That was my goal last night, right?

"Search for reward, yuk?"

Eh?

"Break your head, Mas. Finish this food if you want. Can't be redundant."

Ckck! Win!

"Hmm. The smart one returned my words. Just watch out after this food runs out."

Iyuuuh. "Surrected first, dong, Mas..," my whine. "The food was down first. Time to go straight?"

"Well how else? Just by looking at you, my desire is unstoppable, Zahra."

I'm glaring. "Can, right.. start a dreadlocks...! We need to talk about the answer to Istiqharah. I'm curious, you know!"

"OK, later, yeah. In the room only. Finish your food."

Haddeh! Address postponed again this mah. In the room later Mas Ilham will certainly immediately grab me ferociously and wildly. He will act like a starving beast.

And that's right, if only I wasn't good at using the opportunity, I don't know when the answer stopped making me curious.

"Hurry up, honey," he whispered, then he peeked at the nape of my neck.

Argha! He gave me goosebumps.

"How can it be quickly finished if you interrupt my concentration? If I fail to focus, it could break all this furniture, Mas."

There is no lawfulness. Instead, I get one bite plus *sweet soup from her that also has a sweet mouth. Right at the nape of my neck.

Eummmmm. Delights. There is a tingling feeling that howaaaa. Amused but fun.

"Want me help?" tanyanya spoke on my neck.

Oh my goodness.he was going to breathe that warm breath into my neck skin.

"No need," I said, holding the plate in my hand tightly and washing it, so that a few minutes later, the actual dishwashing was just a little bit of it sorted out as well. Then...

Edan! Mas Ilham directly carried me on his shoulder and took me to the room. I screamed at the noise he made.

"You have an appointment to answer my question. Sin, lo, delays the promise so. I'm not sincere and feel underestimated."

Ck! It worked, and fortunately Ileham was not offended.

"Hmm.. more sin reject husband, lo, dear."

"Who refused? I'm not refusing."

"Yes already-"

"But something must be sorted and put first, Mas. If we make love all-out like a mentally ill person, it will be tired and want to immediately rest. Your promise is getting stuck again. Just keep going."

Well, I'm afraid to give up. "But the moon, yes. Open first...."

Ampuuun.. hahaha! Basic aaaaaan...!

Ilham pulled on my nightgown until I relented. He was satisfied to make me innocent, then he escaped himself.

"Here." he asked, he told me to close myself in his arms, in his blanket, with his hands in a rogue guerrilla. He was unceasingly groping my body.

Well, let. After all, she's a new bride who's crazy about it. "So, what's the answer? How can you be sure that I am your answer? Hmm?"

"It's easy" said Mas Ilham. "The other Abi expressed his intention to match me with his acquaintance's son. He told me your name, then Umi told me about other things, not least about your inability to meet me. But, Umi asked me to Istiqharah first during the waiting period for you to agree to the meeting. Therefore I am Istiqharah first even though we have not met. The next morning, after the dawn prayer, I opened the television. Exactly when the spiritual flush event just started. And you know what the theme is? Salsabila, Heaven's Spring."

God, I was amazed to hear it.

"But..," said Mas Ilham continued, "I don't necessarily believe it. Who knows, it's just a coincidence. So, tomorrow night I'll be Istiqharah again. And the second is God. The next morning Beautiful Ma'am stopped by the house. By Allah, he did not know about the match. Because indeed, other than telling me, Abi and Umi never told anyone any of their intentions to match me. And. you know, that morning Madam Indah just came home from the gynaecology check in the hospital. He said his USG results showed inshaallah her fetus was female, then he said that he had prepared a name for his future child. Salsabila Azzahra."

Huh huh? I was stunned in disbelief.

Then Mas Ilham looked at me deeply. "For the sake of Allah, Zahra, how I am not sure that you are the answer of my istiqharah - if at the time of hearing that name - for the sake of Allah, my heart thumped so great. I can feel that you're the one."