Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Neighbor's Cribs

I can't stop worrying all day. To avoid many possibilities, Mas Ilham decided to confiscate my phone so that I did not know anything about the news developments out there.

That afternoon, in the afternoon, before we went to Mas Ilham's parents' house, we went to my parents' house first. But unfortunately, Abi was not at home, his schedule that day in his second home. Until evening, until the breaking of the clock, he will break his fast there: at the house of his second wife and other children. Including when sahur later. This phenomenon is not strange to me, it is common. But, still every time this happened, my heart ached immensely. I could never sincerely see the sorrow in my mother's eyes even though she covered it as hard as she could. I get angry every time this happens. Open a fast that has never been a blessing for me every time I have to break it only with Umi. Why, the hell, could Abi not understand that the woman wanted to be understood? That me and Umi want her presence every day? I want the warmth of a full family! Umi wants her husband to be with her always. So do I, I want my father to always be with me. There is no fair word in polygamy. Not for his wife, not for his children.

But that day, with his wise reason, Mas Ilham invited Umi and the twins Laila and Laili to come with us to his parents' house. Open up there together. With the reason of wanting to convey the happy news, Umi finally agreed. He wants to open up with us.

Aduuuh. I deg-degan when we arrived at Mas Ilham's house. I began to fall flat, perhaps pale in front of my two in-laws.

"Well, let me tell you this happy news. You and the twins helped Madam Indah prepare her iftar in the kitchen."

God, even though everyone showed a good attitude when I and Mas Ilham came, but I'm sure they all knew the news. The reason is, our neighbors - both neighbors in my parents' house, or neighbors in my in-laws' house, when they saw me get out of the car, their eyes seemed to sneer, as if, like their mouths whispering to each other. And the way they look at me, it's like I'm the ugliest woman in the world, the dirtiest man, they also seemed to be ready to skin me and roast me alive with hot coals beyond the heat of the lick of hellfire.

"Ehm, listen.. You're sixteen weeks pregnant, huh, when?"

Whats? Sixteen weeks?

"Six weeks, Mom. Not sixteen weeks," said Mas Ilham before me. "Thank God for him fast." He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. "Please excuse us to come in. Let's...."

Neighbors have no morals, my hardship in my heart. But, for the sake of Inspiration, I resisted all the nelangsa and anger that entered my heart.

"Look, reduce the count so that it does not look too pregnant out of wedlock. But it's still filling first" whispered the mother to the other mothers behind us.

Yep, not whispering also his name if it can still be heard by us. It was deliberately fishing for fish in the murky water.

"Patience" said Mas Ilham. "Let it pass like we let the wind blow."

The wind is cold, my. If it's hot....

Hicks! I grimaced. Sixteen weeks? It's too cruel. Brutal slander!