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

I looked up at the clear blue sky with pure white clouds hanging down, dotting the daytime sky with the scorching heat of the sun, as well as the birds flying like black dots, he said, to travel freely. The sound of pop music melodious accompanied my peaceful si.

"Sir, you're not going anywhere this afternoon, are you? Ustadz Ilham asked Abi for permission to take you away, he said," exclaimed Umi from the doorway, I was relaxing in the backyard. My private place.

I'm clumsy. He asked Abi for permission but didn't ask me first?

That day was friday. Pesantren holiday. I also came home from school where the learning process taught him only until eleven in the afternoon. It just so happened that I had no plans that afternoon either. So, okay, I agree to Ustadz Ilham's invitation to Umi. But...

"Where are you going, Umi? He said no where would he take me?" I approached him to the kitchen.

Umi shook her head, she was still busy with her cooking. "Don't tell me exactly where. But he said he wanted to go for a walk, a culinary. He'll come get you."

"Eh? Is it possible, Umi? Is it okay, is it? What if you use a motor, Mi?"

Umi laughed at me. "It's okay, Nduk. It's also the first time, right? Unless it's too long, it's not good to see. You're leaving on Abi's permission anyway."

Is it because he's an ustadz so he's trusted? Doesn't that make it any more unpleasant? What if people say we're just alone in a car with a girl? How did Mr Kiai allow his son?

Ah, I thought so. After all, no matter what happens in life, there will definitely be commentators who are ready to judge and talk like fish that flock to bait.

This is also the first time.

Unknowingly, I care about Mas Ilham's status as an ustadz, lest he become the subject of blasphemy of society just because of me. And. I realized that all this time I had never been like this to Mas Imam. Even we often met and it turned out that the meetings even became the hottest gossip, but it was directed to Abi and Umi. Not to me or to the Imam. Obviously, because I ignore all kinds of things like that.

Why do I care about Mas Ilham's status? I shook my head in astonishment, but after that I found the answer: for he is indeed an honorable young man, and he deserves to be respected and respected. That's how I thought.

A few minutes passed. I had lunch and dressed. Yep, today I dress up as I am: without a gown and without a super long hijab. Only a wide, long-sleeved dress and a pink headscarf to the extent of covering the chest. I was already out of my room when I heard the roar of Ustadz Ilham's car engine heard in the front yard.

And it was so nice to see him in the living room with Abi - which is why Ustadz Ilham was wearing a light blue shirt. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to the middle of the arm. Her dense black hair was neatly combed without a peci. He was dapper but impressed relaxed, he also only wears men's model sandals, and his appearance was not at all like the appearance of ustadz in general. And...

Masyaallah. feathers on his arms make me anxious nyabutin one by one. Haha!

"How's it?" whispered Umi as I followed her into the kitchen. "It really fits the criteria of Salsabila Azzahra, doesn't it?"

Vod... Umi loves to tease me. "Who's looking for a guy like a movie actor?" my many.

"Abi is looking for. but Umi is dictating the details. Uh, meet his son, Mr. Kiai Rahman, who is single."

Well, physically he does fit my criteria. The dream of drama-loving girls from eastern countries.

"So, it's appropriate, isn't it?"

"And...."

"And what?"

"He is God's inspiration."

Practically, I laughed. Basic Umi, he could have triggered that sentence. "Already, ah. Listen to Umi's babble later in the afternoon," my dear. I smiled shyly. "When you go first, yes. Assalamu'alaikum, Umi." I kissed her cheek, then kissed the back of her hand.

After I left, Umi smiled with relief back there. The hope is getting bigger.

In front, we say goodbye to Abi who is also the same spring as Umi. Yeah, well, just like this they look so happy. What if I and Ustadz Ilham were really dating and getting married? Maybe I'll really be like the boy who gave them springs from heaven.

"Son Ilham, please take care of Abi's stability, yes."

I'm satiated. Why is Abi so following along being sweet?

"Ready, Abi," said the ustadz.

"Why call him Abi?"

"Can already be considered a child" he said again - relaxed in front of Abi.

Abi's smile grew stronger.

I know, the absolute happiness of both parents is when their child gets the best things in his life. And, what pleases him is when the child obeys everything they have set. Yeah, I'm actually happy to see their happiness. Truly, I never really wanted to be a person who was rebellious. But the embers of hatred in my heart are hard for me to extinguish. He has burned and burned a part of my soul.

If Abi had never let his daughter watch her mother's tears drip through the night, I probably wouldn't have been like this.

Like my father, the men only use the proposition that a husband may have more than one wife, and he also does not need anyone's permission except the wife, even if he asks for it. He said the wife allowed it, he said sincerely. But they do not realize, sincerity is only God can measure. And like me, the permission of the child is considered not important, especially when I was a child. But they will never know how deep their wounds have been.

They may never care either. Although it matter, what's the point now?

I smiled in pain. But looking at the man who was now beside me, who had just opened his car door for me, there was a searing peace in the chest cavity, as well as comfort. My smile expanded again when I remembered whatsapp in the past. He would not have been polygamous had he been my husband. And he promised loyalty - which he would only direct to me.

Inspiration from God?

Umi's words buzzed in the ears. Tickling sanubari. And as Ustadz Ilham said at our previous meeting, there will be many happy parties over this relationship. The sanctioned relationship.

Maybe, maybe it's true. Maybe he was the inspiration God sent me.