Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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Relieved it. I finished cooking, had lunch, had been a kitchen, had served my husband's passionate desire, had taken a bath, cleaned plus did not forget the prayer zuhur. Selonjoran time....

Huuuuuh. Really relieved. The life before and after marriage I lived was very different. My girlhood was very relaxed and now with my new status as a wife and housewife, I had to learn to adapt and get used to it. Fortunately, I have a husband who is not demanding and does not want much. Being fed anything I wanted, there wasn't much of this cold so I wasn't bothered with those things. Yep, the wish of Mas Ilham that I must obey without rejection - just that one, making love to him - whenever and wherever he wants. Cincaylah, I'm no longer afraid to be invited to make love like crazy. Although it is still a bit painful and a little pain, but I can already compromise with that feeling. After all, all that's left is a taste of pleasure. For I do so with sincerity, and, sincere love from my deepest heart. Eciee... I love you so much, Husband.

Eh?

Well, almost at half-hour two in the afternoon, my hair was already on high and I was just wearing a casual suit, a short-sleeved top with a cute sweatshirt and matched with matching foreskin pants. Unexpectedly, Mas Ilham informed me to the extent that he also prepared non-hijab clothes for me - for my daily life in the house. The message is only one: do not go out of the house or stand on the veranda of the room in such clothes. And, quickly close the aurat with a long headscarf if there are guests who visit, anyone without exception, both female guests let alone male guests. Anyone, even their own family. Of course, the red-red at the nape of my neck should not be seen by anyone, right?

"Lo, he said only one condition? How many?"

"Hmm. essentially... keep your aura out of the sight of others. Understood?"

"Ready, Mas Ilham Darling. Don't worry, my letter is just for you."

With a horse's grin, I waltzed out of the room with my new appearance. I felt I had more freedom with Mas Ilham than when I was at home and there was Abi who looked on dislike when I was not wearing my hijab, even inside the house, and even in front of himself, my real father. With Mas Ilham, as long as we are just the two of us, wearing nothing seems to be fine. Especially in the room, that's what Mas Ilham wanted.

"Is there anything you want?" I asked Mas Ilham who was relaxing on the back porch sofa. "Snack or what?"

At first he nodded, but then he changed his mind. "If possible, please cut off the cold fruits. Bring it here. Please?"

"alright. Wait, yeah."

I rushed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, picked up some fruits and cut them up. After that, with a glass of water, I took everything in my hand to the backyard, to Mas Ilham who had not shifted a bit from his position.

"There's still others?" ask again.

"Nothing," he said.

"alright. Then I'll-"

"Here, near me. Somebody wants a vault."

"Eh? Whatisit? What are you talking about, Mom?"

"About my efforts that I have never told you about. You've become my wife and I think I need to tell you about this now."

I nodded, though not fully enthusiastic because I wanted to rest and throw away, but I sat down near Mas Ilham to listen to his story.

"Near less, as I hugged, and you hugged me too."

Jiaaaaah....

"Why should you hug? I want selonjoran. If you're close, you'll be...."

"No, honey. I just want to tell a story. Here, it's all right while throwing a selonjoran."

Mas Ilham took a sofa cushion and put it on his lap, then told me to fester on his lap.

I also said, lying down and putting my head on a pillow in the lap of Mas Ilham. "What story do you want?" my many. "Monggos."

Mas Ilham cleared his throat. "Look," he said, "as I said back then, Abi lent me capital to build a business. So, I mean it's a cattle business. Not this flower farm. Because Abi already has fish and vegetable plantations, so I choose for cattle and goats, let not rival with Abi. And, um... I don't need to, do I, yes, explain the processes from the time of buying calves, making stables, etc? The point is that the effort is growing. Goats that are ready to be sold, it is sold to satay traders, to people who want to hold aqiqah, also in the day before the sacrifice at the time of Eid al-Adha. While cows, it's a longer process. The female cows when they are big and ready to reproduce, then mated with the male. If the newborn is a female cow as well, then it must be bred again and wait until it is ready to produce as well, continuing to give birth. While the male, if it is ready to be a sacrificial animal, it is sold at the time before Eid al-Dahran. If on a large scale and there are no obstacles, in the sense that the animals are healthy and heavy body weight, the profit is very promising. I can quickly get back the loan to Abi, and I have my own savings. That's the savings I used to build this flower plantation business."

Until there I was still relaxing. Because I know, Mas Ilham is not a person who wants to show off success let alone explain the processes that are actually not important for me to know, except: there is an intent at the end of the story.

"So, the point you want to discuss with me, is what? The time you want to tell me about the process of raising and the profit you make? Not that, is it, your goal?"

Mas Ilham nodded.

"Don't hesitate, Mum. Just story. Besides, I believe, really, that you can't possibly mislead that income for nothing behind my back."

The Inspiration smiled. "really. And that's what I want to explain. About this farm." Then he cleared his throat again. "Actually, this is Abi's land. Abi used to like to buy empty land that was almost like a forest. Where, in ancient times, land prices were not as expensive as they are now, right? But Abi sold this land to me like the price he bought. It's the same as giving the truth. Because I want to use this land for the flower plantation business. Emm...."

Now I'm the one who's beating. "What's up, Mom? Tell me if there is anything important for you to explain. I'll understand everything wisely."

Inspiration nodded again. "Yes," he said. "Emm, actually, this idea of a flower plantation business wasn't my idea. There is a friend who has an idea, he is ready to develop his idea it starts from planting seedlings, maintenance, and everything, until the sale of seedlings, flowers with pots, also a bouquet of flowers. While I, I just hold capital. Be it in the form of money for the purchase of seeds and everything needed in maintenance, as well as land. The agreement is that we will share the proceeds from the net profits generated from these plantations. But. The problem concerned is now dead."

"Oh,"*my seat. "Innalillahiwainnailaihiraaji. I'm in mourning, Mas."

And in my heart I wondered: is the friend that Mas Ilham meant Islamia? His future wife who died? But I didn't make that guess. In fact, to ask if his friend was a man or a woman, I did not ask the heart.

Mas Ilham nodded. "So, who wants to domasas it about the distribution of profit. I. I do not feel good if all the profits come back to me. I feel like someone deserves it. That's his son."

Oh, already have a child. Meaning no...?

"Yes though not as big as in the agreement at the beginning of it. But to me, the child is entitled, because, if it were not for his mother, this plantation would never have existed, let alone succeeded, even now the income is greater. I felt that I was unjust and as if eating what was not rightfully mine - if I did not give a few percent of the profits of this plantation to the boy. So... It's okay, right, if I keep giving some of the profits of this plantation to the boy?"

I'm nodding. I understand, and understand that what Mas Ilham meant was a true girl friend. "It's okay" I said at last. "I can understand. Besides, I don't have the right to forbid, do I? But thank you for being so open to me, including in financial matters like this. I feel very appreciated. Thank you, yes, Mas."

"Yes, Honey. I am obliged to tell you these kinds of things. So that in the future you will know and this does not cause slander for our families. And. later, sometime, I'll take you to meet his family. Yes, so that you may believe. You want to, right?"

I nodded in agreement. "All right," I said. "I want you to take me there."

Although in my heart I felt something strange - something I did not understand. I don't know, what is it?