Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Chapter 7 Falling in Love?

I've got everything in my brain.

Because my cheeks blurted at the joking words of Ustadz Ilham but clicked on my heart, everything I wanted to ask was actually evaporating from my brain. In fact, my tongue felt stiff, I was confused as to what I was going to say. Therefore, Ustadz Ilham told me to just focus on the food that I had to spend.

"Don't mutazir. The man who likes redundancy is a friend of the devil. If you are, you are my friend."

Ck!

Sounds like a rumble.

Duuuh... heart... Why do you keep suuzhan?

"Yes, Mas. I'll spend it."

I returned the focus of my eyes to my freshly reduced nasal plate a little. And when our food ran out, Ustadz Ilham told me to go home.

"This is how it used to be, yes, for today" he said. "Other time we chat again. If necessary, write down everything you want to talk about. So your brain isn't up to the bank. I'll read it later, and then I'll answer it myself."

I also nodded. "A good idea. I'll write it."

"Cieeeee. who said I'm you."

Oh my goodness, Ustadz Ilham said that. It must be Umi who has set it so that he does not behave like most ustadz, who say what is and a stone faced with a girl: who certainly will not click with me if he is like that.

I was wondering, is that a Umi suit? Umi who told him in detail must be like this, it must be like that, and Ustadz Ilham learned it? Or, is that really the character of Ustadz Ilham? Even if he talks to another girl?

Why do I think about it.

I bring the best smile. "Later write it down" my error.

"It's okay, really, if you want to talk with me-you. It sounds more familiar, doesn't it?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, it's up to Ust. If you want to talk with me-you, yes monggo...."

"Yep. So... agree, yes, we'll see each other again?"

"OKAY. Just decide the time, when and where. If we both have free time together, we can meet again."

"OKAY. So in conclusion, the first meeting of introductions. Second meeting of introduction. And the third meeting will be deepening. After that, hopefully...."

Ustadz Ilham glanced at me.

Which just smiles. "You sound like a guy who's flirting, you know!"

"O yeah? It's not a fight, Zahra." he protested in the whining style of a lover, then he said more slowly, "It's a young man's attempt to sneak into your heart, and, uh, also for the sake of registering his name in your prayer series. I wanna be with you, Zahra."

Hmm... Who is this mastermind? The justification of the results of this insider tuning mah. Abi or Umi? They give too much detail. Ustadz Ilham gives a picture of a young man with a sweet word like in films from eastern countries.

"Lo's? How silent? He said he likes watching romance movies. How nervous are you?"

I grin. "It's already high, Mas. I want to go home."

Ustadz Ilham only nodded small. "I delivered, yes," he bargained, pointing to his car parked far away.

"It doesn't matter, Mas. I'm used to bringing my own bike this afternoon. There's a helmet and a jacket."

The ustadz smiled faintly. "Women are independent" he said. "Truly a dream wife."

Hearing that sentence I giggled. He made my smile even wider. "Of course, yes, I go home first. Thanks for the treat. Assalamu'alaikum."

And I smile to myself. I went out of the restaurant and got on the bike, plugged the keys and started, and drove.

Along the way I thought, it turns out that Ustadz Ilham can be a fun person - like an ordinary man. Thinking about it made me not feel like my journey was far enough. Until, without feeling it, I was almost to the goal.

However, until night came my mind was still fixed on the sincerity of Ustadz Ilham in addressing this matchmaking. For some reason, I felt doubtful about my feelings towards Mas Imam. Is it just a false feeling, as a form of protest and defiance against Abi? If not, yes time I can be ordinary not to feel worried about the state of the relationship is not clear direction and jundrungannya?

I counted the stars in the sky. One. two.. three... five....

My phone's clinking. Whatsapp messages come in, and make me go wild.

》 In your heart there is a question about polygamy, right, Zahra? Just as my father glorified my mother with his loyalty, inshaallah, so too I will glorify you as my wife. With my loyalty that I will only point to you.

I smiled to myself. The contents of whatsapp shocked my heart, triggering happy hormones that instantly burst and spread throughout my bloodstream. And then my chubby cheeks immediately blushed.

Umi who knows when to stand behind me knows how to beat. "Ehm.. um." Umi deliberately hardened her dehem.

"Oh, Umi."

"What do you read, Nduk?"

"Eh, there's nothing," my elak hid the square flat object behind my hijab.

"You're in love, huh?" guess Umi whispered softly in my ear. He smiled knot. "At whom? Ilham Ustadz?" whispered again. Smoother than before.

I was getting quieter in silence. My face must be pink. "Zahra hasn't asked him much, Umi. With Ilham...."

"Zahra?"

"Eh, astaghfirullah. I meani... When."

"So, anyone have a special call?"

"Umi... Don't do that, eh! If you're ashamed, Umi...."

"Why? It's okay anymore. Claim to Umi," he said. "Eh? Inspiration, huh?"

Geez... Since when, anyway, Umi so so?

Umi immediately came out of my room after she teased me. But I stopped his steps. "What's up, Nduk? So you wanna confide in her?"

I smiled amusedly. "Don't be so quick, Umi. If you just want to talk a little."

Umi sat beside me, on the sofa in front of my glass window that exposed the dark night sky above.

Unexpectedly, unsurprisingly, slide the story, like a water flow that was dammed for so long and forced to collapse. It could not be stopped, before the water that was about to release its confinement ran out without rest. I recounted my meeting and Ustadz Ilham this afternoon: how relaxed his voice and pleasant words were. Also, about the fact that I am aware of the mistake of my attitude so far, the way I defy, I often hurt Umi.

"But if it remains will not be able to tolerate Abi's polygamous decisions. Even if you can't resist polygamy, please do it by someone else. Why Abi?"

Umi was unable to answer, unlike usual he who often gave me understanding. Maybe because it was free. That tolerance will never come to my mind.

"Important Mas Ilhamnya Zahra will not do that, right?"

Huh! Umi's temptation again made me smile to myself. One. two. three. I counted the stars again after Umi left me alone in the room. The sky is dark tonight. The moon is just a piece in the sky. Sepi had been friends in silence since almost half an hour ago. But my eyes are still hard to shut.

Because of him!

Oh, Mr. Ilham....