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

After Puspita came home, I removed my hijab and immediately cleaned the table plus transported the empty glasses to the kitchen. Leaving Mas Ilham who was still in the front room to lock the door.

Honestly, my feelings are overcome with sadness for what happened to my best friend. But I'm sure he'll be fine. She's powerful. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to see me and cared about my problems, it's possible that he would have locked himself in his house, feeling overstressed, or being too stressed, and maybe even consulted a psychiatrist instead of seeing me who was also in trouble.

At least I'm calm, I see the rigidity inside him. And this makes me even more grateful, even though the storm always seemed to hit my household, but I was more fortunate because I had a husband as good as Mas Ilham, who trusted me completely without the slightest doubt.

And one more relief. Earlier, when Mas Ilham gave advice to Puspita to keep telling her husband about the baby when the child was born, thank God, the wise woman was willing to take counsel and to understand what had been established in the religion which she and we all believed in. Mas Ilham said, if necessary, Puspita must invite her husband to a DNA test for the clarity of the child's identity, and the clarity of his citizenship data, both in the birth certificate or in his family card later. Do not be a selfish parent, just for the sake of hiding the status of the child from his biological father so as not to think about his obligations as a parent and the right of his child as a human being born holy.

Oh my God, when I was scared, Puspita was offended by emotions that might still not be stable. Understandably, her name is also a woman who is facing severe life problems. Especially when Mas Ilham told him not to get married first - whatever the reason. Especially if it is to cover up the pregnancy and to give the child a new identity. Don't ever. Because after all the status of Puspita in the eyes of God and religion - still legal as the wife of her husband even though the court has decided their marriage. That is not legal, because the court does not know the real facts. And again, it is not permissible for a woman to marry another man while she is still tied to a marriage with her previous husband. After all, if indeed he still wants to divorce, it can be taken care of again after the baby is born.

Ah, profit... Puspita understands. Having an ustadz husband makes me cranky-ketir too turns out. But, however, the advice and truth must be given even a single verse, though it is heavy and painful.

"Sad, huh?" ask Mas Ilham who now knows already standing closely behind me. She wrapped her hands around my waist and propped her head up at the curve of my neck.

I'm nodding. Of course I'm sad. I don't like having the heart of a hurt wife.

"But inshaallah he's strong, honey. And everything will be fine. You don't think too hard and too much, do you?"

I was done with my dirty glass laundry, I took off Mas Ilham's hand that was coiled around my body, then I turned around to face him. "will not. Don'worry. I'll be fine" I said. "But.. I want to ask, why do you not convey like most people who suggest to refer and maintain their household for the sake of children? Usually it's ustadz the content of the lecture is so."

Aye, right?

"I'm not them, Zahra," said Mas Ilham. "And I told you that I'm a teacher, not an ustadz in the lecture field. I don't have enough knowledge for that. I still think from the heart of humanity, not just looking at things from a religious point of view. If I had advised him to refer, and he did, but the ends of the divorce were repeated, I would not have him blame me for his wrong decision, for he listened to my advice. Yeah, let's say I suck. But more than that, my real reason is because the basic conflict is about infidelity. An affair is like a miracle. Addicted to. Not infrequently the culprit will repeat it again and again. And sorry, I think there's too much harm in their togetherness. That love is gone. The love between them is gone. And that loyalty -- is flawed. Pity the woman if she has to survive with such a man. The most important thing is. You don't forget to remind him of his son's rights. Remember, just to remind. Not to go too deep. Understood?"

The cup! I pecked my husband's cheek. "I understand" I said. "Mandi, yuk? But before. let's continue the delayed intimacy."

"Well, anything for you, honey." In an instant I had already turned into his carriage. "Let's go to our bridal room."

Arriving inside the room, he immediately laid me on the bed and crawled over me. "Nobody's gonna bother you anymore, Zahra. Tonight is ours."

Cieeeee. He's really good at dramatizing the atmosphere. But...

"Wait, wait a minute, no one wanted to thank you in a sweet way, right? So this is not my job. It's your job, honey."

Capcai!

Mas Ilham immediately lay on his back beside me. With a frown, he folded both hands under his head and opened his leg interval wide. "Please, Honey. Do your job."

Iyuuuuh.

"Come on, show me your skills, Zahra."

Ckck! It sucks him. But yeah, that's it. It's my obligation. So then...

I got up, immediately struggling with the buttons of his cocktail shirt, then to his belt. After that, I took down the zipper of the pants and released it to make Mas Ilham plain. Uhh! I also started acting.

"Oh... Zahra is the best. Continue, darling..," lit it.

Ew!

"Can diem, right? I'll bite you later, you."

Ew! It's bad to have a husband. He chuckles. It's not funny, you know, Mom...!