Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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Actually the taste of kepo and curiosity soared high in my head. But I am not comfortable to ask further about the friend referred by Mas Ilham. After all, he immediately changed the topic of our conversation, which I think means he does not want us to discuss it further. He asked me if I was tired and wanted a massage. Refused it. I wasn't that tired until I needed a massage. So, instead, Mas Ilham told me to sleep and he rubbed my head with affection.

But, in fact, I can't stand it. That cockiness tormented me terribly. Then, after the prayer, when I kissed Mas Ilham's hand, I placed the broad hand on my cheek and cupped it warmly.

"What's up, honey?" the sensitive question.

"There's a question in my mind, Mom," I said.

"What's that?"

"You promise to answer?"

"What indeed?"

"If you promise to answer, I will ask. But if not, I don't have to ask."

But Ilham seemed doubtful. He lowered his gaze for a moment, then raised back that calm face. "Alright," he said. "I promise, I'll answer your question. Tell me, what's up?"

I hesitated, but if I weighed again the opportunity, I might not have another chance. After all, I know, Mas Ilham would not have been able to get angry at me just because of this. At least he won't answer, and instead he will probably avoid, which means he will break his promise. So, yes, I asked. And, because I didn't want to be in the conversation about his business, about his late business friend, so I was just talking about Islamia.

"I'm curious about Islamia" I said.

"Emm?" Ilham looked stunned.

"She's your future wife, isn't she, Mas?"

"Almarhumah. He's dead."

"Yes, I know he's dead. Emm...."

"What... I mean, you're curious? Curious about what?"

I smiled, wanting to balance my nervousness. I know, I have scratched the wound in her heart until that calm face seemed a little uncomfortable. But how will you? I'm curious acutely.

"So this is it, Mas. I would have asked Umi, why at the age of Mas Ilham who was mature and ready to become a priest in the household, why Mas Ilham was not even married? Well, Umi said that you're already getting married. But, because your future wife died, so you're still single. I mean that time. So I was wondering, he... Why did he die?"

Mas Ilham nodded. "We'll have dinner first, yeah. God willing, I'll tell you."

"All right."

And at that moment I hoped Mas Ilham would not deny his words.

After receiving a warm kiss on my forehead, I opened my face, attached it to the hanger and folded the prayer mat, after which, I greeted the hand of Mas Ilham who was holding me out of the room, we also went down to the dining room.

Yep, still with the remaining eggplant stir-fry last afternoon, but the fried fish has run out. And this afternoon I had to bake chicken for dinner.

"Enak, no?" ask me to melt the awkward atmosphere between us. "Honestly, yeah. Just say, if it's not good, don't say good. You don't have to lie to please my heart."

Ah, it's just a pleasantries. And I think Mas Ilham knows that too. Because. I also know, even though it is not delicious, Mas Ilham will still say that my cooking is delicious.

"Yes, Honey. It's delicious, right."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. More precisely the wife's cooking was delicious. Only an ungrateful husband says it's bad. Especially if the new housewife, the husband must be aware that the wife's cooking is not as good as her mother's cooking. But.. Even so, he must be aware and still be grateful. That way, surely the wife's cooking will taste good."

I also smiled a little. "alright. Although not good, but still feels good. I see, huh?"

"Hu'um" said Mas Ilham.

Auto pretend grimacing. "That means my original cooking is not delicious? Are you just trying to enjoy? I see, Mas?"

"Enak, Honey. Everything you have is delicious."

Eh? Even dibituin?

Hmm.. not working. Ilham chuckled. "Further to eat, dear. Remember, you can't waste it" he said. "And by the way, your cooking is delicious. At least this is okay for a beginner. Later on, you will be as good as our two mothers. I believe that. Now eat again, huh? I'm a bribe."

Jiaaah. "Basically you are, yes, smart to seduce."

"By you, Zahra, I can do anything. Let alone seduce, even I can move the moon into your lap."

Ck! So lebai....

"Times, anyway, Mas? Try proving!"

"Need proof?" tanyakanya.

"Hu'um."

"All right, wait a minute."

Then Ilham took off the spoon, stood up from his chair and walked towards the small table beside the sofa. And, he took the print calendar from up there.

"Put the moon on your lap" he said, crouching his knees beside me with a grim face.

Hmm.. You fucking wacko!

"Well, look, not just one month, twelve months I put it all in your lap."

This time I am an auto manyun. You're crisp...!

"Thank you, Mum. Thank you very much."

"Together, Honey. I love you."

"Em."

"I love you, baby. Reply, dong...."

"Yes... I love you too so much, Mas Ilham...."

"Well, it's good to respond. Eat again, yes. Let me steam."

"Thank you. but don't, ding!" I drew my plate closer, and I whispered, "Let me eat alone. So that it won't be long and we can get back to the room."

Practically, a smile like Mas Ilham rose from his soothing face. "alright. Let's hurry back to the room, "he whispered back in a friendly manner, then sat back in his chair. "By the way, you're serious we don't have to go on a honeymoon?"

I'm nodding. "Yes" I said. "Later for the semester break. If it were now free, instead of going for a walk, there you would keep me in a hotel room."

Lah, yes.he was crazy about making love to me, and was on his hooks on the pleasures of my body, so that during the night he invited me to make love flying to nirvana, reaching heaven with him. So, what's the honeymoon all the way if I'm just stuck in the room? Mending at home and in our own room, right?

"Yes," said Mas Ilham, who had just broken up because of my chant. "Later for the semester break. Where do you want a vacation?"

I put both shoulders. "Originally with you, wherever I want, Mom."

"alright. I'll think. Now focus on eating. I want to go back to the room with you."

And I want to collect your story immediately.

As usual, after eating, I immediately took off the table and washed the dirty eating furniture, and after that, I rushed back to the room. Coincidentally, Mas Ilham was receiving a call, so I left him downstairs.

I must give a surprise to Mas Ilham. So when I got to my room, I took off all my clothes and I went into the blanket, covering my innocence from my chest to my legs.

Mas Ilham who a few minutes later followed me to the room immediately smiled super.

Auto revite. Sweet plus fun little surprise, isn't it? The husband -- who is kind and loyal -- where - who will refuse?

"Search for reward, yuk?"