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

"Have you gone to the toilet, honey?"

I'm nodding. Her name was a woman, after crying, her escape to the toilet. Hehe.

"We're going straight home, huh? This medicine and vitamins are already there" said Mas Ilham, handing the plastic containing the drugs to my hands. Then, he took my hand and we walked to the parking lot.

In the car, Mas Ilham took a deep breath. And, she said that she didn't like to see my face covered in depression.

"I don't want to be like this either, Mas" I said softly.

Mas Ilham cleared slowly. "Here you are, why should I doubt that clearly on the night of our bride? And I was the first to touch you, Zahra. So why should I doubt your chastity and doubt this child? Please, honey, don't think. No cry. Don't worry about anything, okay?"

"I'm just scared, Mom."

"You're virgins. I know that."

"Yes, you could think that I had an operation."

"Oh my God, honey. Do you think I'm that cute? I can't think so, honey. Eh? But if later after the birth you want a reverse operation like a virgin, you can. I'm ready to fight again."

Argha! Mas Ilham. Gesreknya.

"You are, yes." I whine. "Timing berkandanya is not appropriate...."

But, anyway I laughed. He's funny, anyway...!

"So, dong...! Laughing would be beautiful if the murmur was gone. Don't be sad anymore, yeah. I trust you one hundred percent. There is not the slightest doubt about you."

I nodded again. "Yes, Mommy" I said. "But... I want to ask for one thing, please?"

"What's that?"

"Emm...."

"Tell me."

"That, Mom, later.. If anyone asks me how old I am, just say one month, huh? I beg?"

But Ilham nodded, clearly disagreeing. "Don't get used to lying and covering things up. Moreover, this child is a gift for both of us. It's a rizki from God, dear."

Mas Ilham's index finger stuck to my lips. Asking me to be quiet. "Shhh..," he hissed. "Let it be how the public will comment. The most important thing is that I believe in you. Okay?"

"God, Mom, why do you believe so much in me?"

As usual, while raising his shoulders, the warm smile from Mas Ilham's lips quickly expanded perfectly. "Let me set this straight," he said. "You know, I'm just like you. I am a tech-savvy intellectual. Not a dandy man, let alone a narrow-minded man who would directly accuse my wife of adultery behind my back simply because her gestational age was older than my married age. I'm not that kind of man, Zahra. It could be that one doctor miscalculated and did not want to explain in detail, but we will have technology. We can find information on the internet that the explanation is impossible to make up, impossible hoax. So, what's my reason for doubt? I'm a resourceful man. And I have a responsibility to be a wise priest to my wife. Understood?"

Ah, relief. Mash Ilham was right. Of course, he's a wise man. He is not a man like a novel character who immediately pledged talak when trouble came. Fucking man who divorced his wife without tabayyun process in dealing with problems in the household.

"Understood, no?"

"Iy--" My sentence did not come out because Mas Ilham leaned over me. Almost squeaky.

"Say yes, Zahra," whispered Mas Ilham in my ear. "If you don't, I'll get you to make love right now. Hmm?"

Idiiiiiih. I got up. "What, the hell, you? Want to follow trend figures casanova? Don't giggle, just say perkos*, not fuck."

"Well how else? You are my wife" she said.

Hmm. The closer he gets to me. And now he was about to kiss my lips, but...

"Wait, just a second, you really understand, right? Hmm?"

I smile. "Yes, Mas. I get it," I said. "Thank you for being so patient with me. You're the best husband. I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Zahra. And, by the way.. um." Mas Ilham.

What, anyway...? Don't-don't... He wants...?

Eh?

Mas Ilham again whispered fondly in the ear, "Unfortunately you are pregnant. Otherwise, I will immediately realize your wish, Zahra. I'll...."

Huuuuh...! Mas Ilham's....

Sultry! I'm sultry!