Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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"Huuuuh..," Mas Ilham's breath stung. "Thank you, honey. Zahraku is the best."

Uh, the compliment is still. His smile was, moreover, a total sigh. She is so happy that she is now lying beside me.

I, who was still overwhelmed with happiness today, immediately grasped his left hand with my right. I turned to the side, smiled at him and said, "Thank you. You are also the best. I'm lucky to have you, the perfect and responsible husband. I love you, Mas. Thank you for trusting me completely. Thank you for always being by my side when everyone doubts me. You are truly the perfect priest."

"Have you? You're welcome."

"Ih. you...."

"Why...?"

"Long extension of the response...."

Inspiration laughed, almost completely broken. "Yes, yes, sorry. Sorry, yes, dear."

"Auh ah!"

"Don't sulk...."

"How can you not say that you-"

"Shhh...." He lay down and put his finger on my lips. "sorry. Now I respond, yes. Equally, My dear. I'm lucky to have you, too. You're the best wife. Thank you for taking care of me, taking care of my food, taking care of my clothes, and everything, including making me happy was born. By God, I'm happy, Zahra."

Yep, I smiled back. Auto off latching mode. "I'm happy too, Mom. Never change, huh?"

He nodded, then kissed the back of my hand fondly. "Definitely, Honey. Inshaallah, your Inspiration will always be like this. I'll never change."

Ah, glad my heart heard Mas Ilham's response. "Promise, yes, love me like Abi loves Umi."

"Inshaallah. I promise, I will love you like Abi loves Umi. The perfect love. As Abi always taught: to be grateful for the presence of his wife by loving her and glorifying her with loyalty. Especially a wife like you, who gave up everything, her soul and body to her husband. I'm not going to be the son of a bitch who took the wife's chastity and wasted it, like many of the men you see. His wife always tried to be the best wife. God willing, I will never be like that, Zahra. Please, always trust me, huh? I want your heart to always be calm and your content to always be healthy."

Ew! He even giggled. "You are, my dear. It must be because most read novels."

"Ember. I'm gonna take a shower. Sticky." I rose up from my position and quickly got off the bed - the bed that was always considered the wedding bed by Mas Ilham.

It's been too late, I don't want to linger in the bathroom. After cleaning myself with a mandatory bath, I immediately got out of the bathroom. Then...

"God, what a concern...."

Flattered to me, when I came out of the bathroom, Mas Ilham had just returned to the room with a glass of warm milk in his hand. Milk for pregnant women.

Oh my God, he was a loving, understanding husband, and was very concerned about my pregnancy.

"For my beloved wife and son" he said.

Ah, Mas Ilham....

"Thank you, Abi...."

"Together, Umi...."

"You hug...."

Duh, unfortunately she hasn't had a bath and is still sticky. So not before.

"Wait for me to finish the shower. Whatever you want, I'm jabani. Let alone just hug, want more seronde rations also hayuk. I will gladly accept."

Ckck!

You're gesrek's husband! The grin is getting wider.