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

Hicks! I was very sleepy, but today I have to go back to teaching. So, inevitably the drowsiness that I must endure. But worse, my head, precisely around the temple, so it hurts from enduring the drowsiness that ensued me mercilessly.

"Why?" ask Mas Ilham while approaching me. That morning she had seen me massaging my temples while I was sitting on my dresser chair, I had just finished combing my hair. On the wall, the new clock shows six in the morning less than ten minutes.

While enduring the headache, I explained to him that I needed to sleep. Yeah, if only I knew we had to wake up, I'd want to go to bed earlier last night, instead of sleeping at half-eleven because I watched a television show with Mas Ilham.

"Your head hurts? Want to cancel the fast? Take some medicine, huh?"

Duuhuha... Mas Ilham's. Despite the pain, I shook my head confidently. "I need sleep, Mom," I said. "Just for a moment, let my sleepiness disappear. The pain will go away, too."

"Aren't you teaching in the morning today? Would you mind letting you take a day off today?"

I-i refused. "No need," I said. "I need to sleep for a while. Anyway, today's monday. There was a flag ceremony first. At eight I was teaching. It's okay, yeah, I'm sleeping first? I've also taken a shower, stayed in a uniform and and dandy a little."

Mas Ilham nodded, then, with his attention -- though I said no need - he carried me and let me sleep for even an hour and a half. At eight o'clock, he just woke me up. Yeah, how happy, Mas Ilham is really good at pampering his wife.

"How's it?" ask Mas Ilham who is now sitting next to me. "Your head still hurts, doesn't it? If you're still sick, teach him to take a day off first, huh? I'll call the school."

I didn't respond right away, I focused myself on feeling my situation, and, no. My head is no longer hurting. "It's better, Mom," I said. "It's still a little sleepy." Then I focused on Mas Ilham's performance. I just realized that he was ready with his teaching clothes, just a long-sleeved cocoa suit, plus a peci. He's not in a uniform like a public school teacher like me. "Attent, yeah. I'm ready first."

Sitting up and getting up, I looked at Mas Ilham, and thought: what shoes will he wear, huh? Or wear sandals?

Lack of work indeed. Zahra began to look silly like Mas Ilham.

A few minutes later, after I finished changing clothes and a little dress up with super lightning, Mas Ilham who had just walked out of the room, was now standing in the doorway. "Are you ready yet, dear?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, already...."

"Come, you'll be late."

"Tuh, right, it's a hassle. Try if I bring my own bike, right-"

"Unfortunately again. If not, I've kissed that mouth of yours."

Hehe, I grinned. "Sorry, Mom."

"Just don't bring it. As long as I can and am in good health, I will take you and pick you up every day. Without absence."

I'm nodding. "Yes, thank you very much, and I will be grateful for that gift." Kuraih my bag from the table and welcome the hand of Mas Ilham outstretched to me. As we joined hands, we descended the stairs in rhythmic steps.

"By the way, we use the motor, yes. I can be quick and can overtake. I'm afraid you're late."

Yeah, I think that's true. I also nodded. "But it's true, yes, you can take the bike," I said. "Later on...."

"What's? Ride you I can, honey. Especially just riding a motorbike."

Ah, he really is, yes....

"Don't talk about it...."

"Why?"

"Again fasting. Later...."

Mas Ilham giggled. "Your dirty mind. It's just making love," he said.

Capcai! He is the one who directs. Shaking my head, I quickly walked out of the house first, and, forcing myself not to listen to the words of Mas Ilham who grazed in that direction. And, in front of the house, I saw the bike was ready.

"Well," said Mas Ilham while giving the house keys to me. "You hold this one, and I hold the spare key."

Well, I greeted the key and then put it in the bag while Mas Ilham put the helmet on my head, then he climbed on the bike, followed by me who sat on his boncano that had stayed on the bike.

"Have you?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Nothing is forgetfulness?"

"No. Inshaallah, hopefully there isn't."

"OKAY. Handholds. Hugged me tight."

Jiaaaaah....

"Yes. Without you asking for one, I will definitely hug you tightly."

The sweet smile of Mas Ilham immediately expands perfectly before the ignition is turned and the motor roars. "I love you, Zahra."

"Ready to go, huh?"

"Hu'um."

"Bismilbornrahmaanirrahiim...."

Olala. Feels to see the late Ustadz Jefry if he rides his motorcycle. But in the younger version of men, it is more contained, and more frayed. Ahaha!

"Seruuu...!"

"What, Honey?"

"Motorcycle. I've never been on a big bike, lo, Mas."

Mas Ilham chuckled. "I want to melt it down, you're tacky. Ride the bike happy so. Especially the ride that has."

Oh my God, this original. Patience, Zahra. Just try if we're not fasting, I want to ask him one question: you want me to, huh?

Eh?

"Don't graze like that, Mas. I will learn to fast again. My brain is also still clingy with the newlyweds. Later my satisfied value is not even afdol."

Not yet had Mas Ilham replied, the school gate where I teach is already visible in plain sight. Mas Ilham also slowed down the speed of the motor until it stopped right in front of the gate. I got off the bike and took off my helmet and gave it to Mas Ilham.

"At hand. Gesrek-gesnya we continue later after breaking the fast. Okay, Honey? I'm looking forward to your partner's keges."

Duuuh.

"Yes already. Thank you for driving me."

"Together, my dear."

"You're the best husband, Mas. It's always like this, huh?"

"Aamiin...."

"Aamiin...."

"Remember, wait till I come to pick you up. You don't go anywhere. Don't leave without my permission. Plus.release let me know if there's anything. The spirit taught him, yes, dear."

Hmm.. wow, Mas Ilham slurped long. "Yes, Mommy" I said. "For all, I will execute Mas Ilham's orders well."

"good. You are a obedient wife."

"Yes, Mom...."

"There, gih. Login."

"Ep. Salim first."

Mas Ilham gave his hand, then I kissed the back of his hand respectfully. And then...

"His silence, here. I'm gonna kiss."

Huh huh?

"Why glare?"

"Shame, Mas...."

"Then what?"

I also nodded, looking left and right. "A lot of people, Mas. Shame if anyone sees it...."

"You are my wife, Salsabila Azzahra," he said, relaxed, calm, but also seemed possessive. "I'm entitled. It's kosher. And I want it. Obey me. Fulfill every request. Plus, don't argue. Never argue with my words. Understand, Honey?"

I practically sniggered slowly. I feel as if I have become very used to the chanting of Mas Ilham who is full of love. "Yes, Mas. Yes..," I said relax. "I'm sorry, huh? I'm sorry." I kissed once again the back of his hand with affection, respect, and all my feelings. Then I let him kiss my forehead.

Uuuuuh.

"Excite, My dear Wife," Mas Ilham said, cupping my cheek with his fingers stroking slowly, then he said, "I love you so much. Assalamu'alaikum, Zahra."

Oh, Mr. Ilham. Husband message. So sweet. I'm getting in love, and I'm getting more and more dear. He's the best husband. Inspiration from God, my soul mate, and a perfect priest.