Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Testing Again?

It was in the moment the tool for USG in the clinic pressed my stomach, plus there was pain, also a little pain. Focusing on the screen, the gynecologist who checked my uterus asked me several things, including when the first day of my last monthly cycle, the date and month of my menstrual arrival before my pregnancy.

Recalling, I replied, "It feels like. around the twenties, Doc." Then I turned to the calendar on the wall that was the exact time in 2016, while remembering and thinking, I also remember that time I menstruated on Friday. "If it's not wrong on the twenty-second of April" I said.

The doctor nodded, after inputting my data into the computer, he explained to us about my contents as shown on the monitor screen. Right, I'm positively pregnant. And I, as well as Mas Ilham, both smiled. Obviously, we were both very happy for my pregnancy.

After finishing with the examination of my uterus, Mas Ilham and I sat down again in front of the doctor. With a small book in hand, the doctor wrote down a few things while explaining that my gestational age was already seven weeks. Exactly six weeks and three days if the approximate date of my menstruation I mentioned earlier is appropriate and does not miss.

I was practically surprised. "Six weeks, Doc? How can? We've only been married a month."

My God, I who did not understand how to calculate the age of the womb was really shocked, more precisely scared and anxious. I was afraid that Mas Ilham would think no: afraid that he would think that I was pregnant before he married me.

The doctor smiled, then he explained to us, "Yes, Mom," he said. "If you calculate the gestational age it uses weeks instead of months, and it counts it from the first day of your last menstrual period, the last time, so it's only natural that the gestational age of the mother is now six weeks and three days."

I nodded, although in my heart it was not at all calm. And I practically turned to Mas Ilham. He understood my concern, so he just smiled while clasping my hand tightly. "We understand, Doc" said Mas Ilham.

Somehow minutes later, Mas Ilham received a scrap of prescription medicine and vitamin paper for me, here is a small book that I must bring if I check my contents again at the clinic.

"Casual, Honey. Relax," said Mas Ilham when we were outside the doctor's room. "Don't worry, yeah. Okay?"

I nodded, still silent without a sound. I let Mas Ilham hold my hand and take me to the pharmacy. Arriving there, Mas Ilham handed the prescription to the pharmacy guard, and at that time we began to discuss about my gestational age which would certainly spread to many things if Mas Ilham doubted my pregnancy.

"I understand, I understand the doctor's explanation," said Mas Ilham first -- opened a conversation between us.

Not felt, my eyes glazed. I poured into Mas Ilham's arms. Letting my tears flow and waiting for my tongue that feels this muddy back to talk. I need to calm myself down and digest everything. No, not that I could not understand what the doctor was explaining, but more - it was like a new test for me. The same test - - about Mas Ilham's trust in me: a trust that has been tested many times, even since the first day of our marriage.

Will we always be able to get through the storm that comes? Did Inspiration really believe me as he said?

For a moment I felt ungrateful for my pregnancy which seemed too fast. Truly, this gift, at the same time becomes a test for us.