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

Teeeett...!

The school bell has rung three times. Relieved it. Although limp from hunger and thirst, but I was happy, finally half a tiring day at once quite unsettling it was passed. With a smile on my face, I closed the teaching and learning process that day with greetings. After that, all my students in the class scattered out of the class. The spirit to go home. The class went quiet and I immediately got out of my seat, and then came out of the classroom.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Zahra."

Eh?

Instantly my steps stopped. I turned around, and found Mas Ilham leaning tightly against the wall, right next to the classroom door. She smiled sweetly with surprising surprise, plus a jumbo-sized chocolate bar with a pink ribbon in her hand.

"You're here, Mum?" I took the chocolate out of his hand. "This is for me? Thanks...."

But at once Mas Ilham pulled the chocolate before the chocolate actually moved into my hand. "Greet me first, and you haven't saluted me either."

Hehe. Forgetting....

Well, I'll say hello soon, and I'll kiss the back of his hand. "Sorry, Mas. I'm...."

"Not to be discussed...."

"Hu'um."

"Here, sweet chocolate for my sweet wife."

"Lawpaw... Thanks...." Kusambut.

"Together, dear...."

"I love you more."

"Cieeeee.. who can already be dreadful."

"Communicate from you...."

"Why isn't your phone active?"

"Oh, anu."

"Why?"

Hmm... Why should it be discussed now, anyway?

"From Imam?"

"Hu'um."

"Can you see?"

Ah, fine, but it means something like this: Here's your phone, I want a check. Eh?

"It." I handed my phone that had been stored in my uniform pocket into the hands of Mas Ilham. He activated it immediately.

Before long, I smiled. "Sweet password" he said. Without asking, Mas Ilham could guess my phone password. Our wedding date. It is an easy password, but the accuracy of his guess that makes me salute. Could be, right, if I used my date of birth, my name, or his name? Great feeling too, I thought.

After reading all the whatsapp messages on my phone, including reading the message that just came in before I even read it: the message that was already cremated by Mas Imam before he knew that I turned off my phone earlier.

"The obsession is huge" commented Mas Ilham later. And I remembered a piece of paper from Mas Imam. Rather anxiously, I also handed the piece of paper to Mas Ilham.

He only nodded after reading Mas Imam's writing, then kept the paper in his cocoon pocket. And... I don't understand what it means and purpose, try?

"Come, let's go home" he asked.

Oh my God, I don't understand. He just wanted to read it, right? And why should he keep it?

"Mas, sorry, yes, because I replied to whatsapp without permission. I didn't mean anything, anyway...."

Mashlaus took my hand. "We're going home now" he said. Then he whispered, "Here it is deserted. I'm afraid I'm gonna pull you into that empty classroom and cancel my satisfaction."

Aseeeeeem....

Mas Ilham chuckled. "I forgive you, and appreciate your goodwill. But next time don't have to be huddled again, yes. The more you serve him, the more he will feel like he has the face to bother you. Just ignore. If you need not read. Understand, Honey?" He came closer to me, then he whispered, "You know what, right, honey?"

"Yes, Mas. I get it." I nodded my head quickly, and was grateful that he was not angry at my indecision.

Good and wise inspiration. Alhamdulillah, right?

"Zahra, let's go home. Or do you want us to go into that classroom right now? I don't think it's a problem. Hmm?"

Huh! Crazyaaaa...! Gesreknya.