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

Beautiful hope enveloped my heart. Many times I closed my eyes with prayer words while closing the window curtain, waiting for Mas Ilham who was going to the pharmacy to buy a testpack of my order. I can't wait to find out my test results later: am I really pregnant?

My God. I even wanted to go to the pharmacy, but Mas Ilham did not allow it. He said he himself went to the pharmacy on a motorbike. Prospective pregnant women just wait at home, should not often ride a vehicle.

Ckck! Oh my... Mas Ilham's. He's been as protective of me. Especially if I'm actually pregnant? Uuuuuh... surely he will spoil me very much, right?

Tin! Tin!

"Assalamu'laikum's chat...."

Hearing Mas Ilham's greeting, I quickly opened the door and immediately approached him. "Wa'alaikumussalam..," I replied.

"Cieee. who's impatient."

Hehe. I smiled as cold as ever. "Here dong...Where is my order?"

Two testpacks were handed over to Mas Ilham in my hands. I rushed to the bathroom to use it. And.. after waiting for a while with a feeling of unrelenting palpitations, the result...

Thank goodness, positive. The second line seemed to smile at me.

"Mas...," longan. "So...." From the bathroom, I immediately jumped in joy into Mas Ilham's embrace. After holding it tightly, I immediately showed the line two to him. He dropped me off his carrier to take the testpack out of my hand and looked at it carefully. "I'm positively pregnant...."

Mas Ilham smiled, his eyes twinkled, almost glazed and shed tears. Then, at that moment he prostrated himself to the floor, thanking the Creator for this gift. After that long prostration, he stood up again and held me tight again. "Thank you, baby," he said. Then he looked at me, thanked me once more, and landed a warm kiss on my forehead. "I'm very happy. Thank you." Thank you."

I'm nodding. "Together, Mas. I'm also very happy. Congratulations on being a future father."

"Hu'um, congratulations as a future mother, dear."

"Emm... mother's father, or abi umi?"

"Umi" said Mas Ilham.

"All right, Abi."

Aaaaah. So happy, we embrace each other as if we do not want to be separated again.

"I want to check into the clinic to see if I'm actually pregnant, and if I'm right, I want to make sure that the Junior Inspiration here is well developed, healthy as well."

"Hu 'um. Can, huh?"

"Emm. When?"

"Now. Yea? Please...?"

"Wow... so enthusiastic, anyway...!"

"Yes, this is my first pregnancy...."

"Alright, come. You ready. Wear hijab. Beautiful dress up, yeah."

Asiaaaaap..in a matter of minutes I was beautiful and ready to go.

Not far away, we just went to the clinic in the district center. After enrolling at the reception, we waited patiently. There were a lot of couples waiting before us. Although long, but there is not the slightest bit of annoyance, resentment, boredom, annoyance, or whatever kind of unpleasant taste. Of course, in this heart is a very big gratitude for the most beautiful gift that God has given us. I felt how good God was to me.

"Cape, Mi?" ask Mas Ilham.

Jiaaaaah...! Practically my pupils widened, then I laughed while shaking my head. "No, kok. I am okay. But you don't call me Umi right away, dong...!"

"Why indeed? Hmm?"

"Later if our son was born, huh?"

"It's okay, dong...! Training, getting used to it."

"Well," - I nodded - "just practice, yeah. To get used to. I want you to call me Umi only when we are with our children. The rest, I want you to keep calling me dear. And...."

Mas Ilham smiled, nodded and whispered, "I know, and I will still call you Zahra when we make love, when I whisper words of love to you, and in each of our intimate moments - the sweet moments we pass together. I love you, Zahra."

"I love you too, Mas Ilham. Dear Umi's ashes."

Ecieeeeee.. ehm-ehm, abi and umi candidates who are happy-happy. This world feels like it belongs to both of us. Thank you very much, God....