Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
He Who is Extraordinary Patient

But no, it's not an ambiguous sentence. I can catch him. On the one hand he knew that what I was carrying was not his son, and he considered that this was not his son, either. But from his sentence, he also led the opinions of others to think that what I'm carrying is his son.

"Remember.not emotion," said Mas Ilham. He cupped my face with both hands and looked at me with a smile, then he kissed my lips. "Rilex, yes. There's nothing for you to worry about" he said with a forehead stuck to my forehead. "If you are emotional, then let yourself be tormented by this problem, it means you are unjust to yourself, and unjust to our prospective children. No, you can't, okay?"

I'm nodding. I took a deep breath while making some distance between our faces. "You... You don't eat his shit, do you? You don't doubt me?"

"Well? I'm full anyway. Mending me eat you instead of eating people's talk."

Uuuh... amikuuuu!

"You keep joking."

"Hmm. don't be sensitive, honey. Remember-"

"Yes, Mom...! I'll keep my emotions."

"good. Zahraku is a wise wife and mother."

"I knew. But I wonder where she knows when I'm pregnant? Who did you tell me that was?"

Mas Ilham shook his head. "And we've agreed that we'll tell our families directly. So I didn't tell anyone. Uh, for a second, I forgot to say, yeah, that was the time at the pharmacy, when you went to the toilet, I met your friend. That, that girl from yesterday came here."

"Yes, that. Puspita, yes, her name?"

Hmm. Again I sighed. "What did you say to him?"

"Yes, he asked me what I was doing there. Well, I don't want to say that I'm accompanying my wife USG. He's how many weeks. I'll answer for six weeks. Nothing's wrong, right?"

Stiffness, God. I'm claustrophobic....

From Puspita, to Mas Imam. Where's the connection, try? Or did Puspita speak to others, and eventually spread to the ears of Mas Imam? Do not-don't... Even this has spread to the community?

But I knew Puspita couldn't possibly have bad intentions towards me. He must have just told a story without thinking about the bad effects. So too with Mas Ilham. I don't want to nag Mas Ilham. I also know how tired I feel inside. Tired of all the tests and slanders. I can only pour all those nano-nano flavors in a voiceless cry. Sleeked.

"You're not wrong. Destiny is not wrong either. The one who wrote destiny is not wrong either. I was wrong. I'm tired. I'mtired. I. I'm tired of this."

Ilham held me tight. "Istighfar," asked. "I know you're a strong woman. But I won't advise you now. Because it's free, whatever the best advice I should be saying right now, it's as if it's free in the present situation. I better not advise you like that. Aye, right? The important thing is that I believe in you, and I will always be here with you. We face it all together. Okay?"

I'm nodding. Is correct. The important thing is that Mas Ilham is here with me, and trusts me completely. That's enough.

"Ehm, rather than us thinking about this matter which is clearly not worship and there is no benefit, mending us bobo. Bobo. Yuk?"