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

"Sorry, Umi," said Mas Ilham. Within seconds, Mas Ilham put the bag of Umi's clothes on the closest chair, then he walked towards the disgusting objects that were positioned near the side window that opened, then pick up the evidence. "It was last night. Obliviousness. Zahra was nauseous early, so he had not had time to leave the house. Not yet had time to clean," the lie to the mother, then he closed the window behind the chair and immediately went to the back to throw away the two disgusting things that are now in his hands.

I was so moved, my husband was willing to lie just to save me.

"Oh Allah, Nduk. But you're okay, right?" ask Umi to me. Implied worry on his old face. In fact, it is true that I am nauseous every day, but not so bad. At least only in the morning, and even that did not make my satisfaction disturbed.

However, I was forced to nod to hear Umi ask me the question -- in the sense: I was forced to accept Mas Ilham's lie. The only wise attitude he could do for the sake of his wife and for the integrity of our household, he was willing to lie to his own biological mother.

Yep, it's okay, even if we humiliate ourselves, at least it's better than my mother-in-law knowing what's really going on in our household.

"Alhamdulillah. Don't worry, yeah. You just enjoy the pregnancy. Inshallah a blessing," my mother-in-law added, holding her hand on my shoulder.

Again I could only nod, and with great difficulty I held back the crying so as not to spill. Well, just like before: not a crybaby, but it's a manifestation of my fear of my husband's trust that again has to go through the test period. Fortunately at almost the same second, Umi's phone rang. Abi called. So, I can excuse Umi and go to the room.

Oh, my tears are spilling. Again I wept over the severity of God's test against me. I wanted to tell Him that I was no longer strong. But I know that I cannot be weak.

Arriving in the room, I took off my hijab and put it on the bed, while I went to the bathroom, washing my face in the sink - hoping my tears would stop flowing. However, it cannot. I had to spend a little longer crying in the corner, until finally Mas Ilham caught up with me and opened the bathroom door I did not lock.

"Hey, don't cry." she asked who saw me as she pleased on the bathroom floor. Mas Ilham approached, put both hands on my shoulder and pulled me up. He stared into my eyes with his hands still holding my shoulder. "Don't grieve. I don't want to see tears of sadness in your eyes. I believe you, Zahra."

I'm shaking. "But I'm no longer strong, Mom," I said. "I'm tired of being constantly slandered like this. It's too-"

"Shhhh, don't talk like that, honey. Zahraku is a strong woman. A great mother and wife. Tough woman. Here, Mas hug?"

Hicks! My husband, too, slammed into his arms.

I nodded, assuring. Then, Mas Ilham took off his embrace from me and wiped my tears.

"Eh, just a minute." Mas Ilham lifted my chin, scrutinizing my neck. "Darling, this is a red mark on your neck."

Argha! He made me panic and freak out again.

"It was last night, Mas. Your ex...."

"Yes, yes. I know...."

"Well, keep...?"

"Here, let me add it again."

Hmm... fucking...!

And finally I laughed again when Mas Ilham kissed the friendly nape of my neck, then he said softly in the ear, "But unfortunately you have to wait. Later, yes, after we open. Just hold on a second, honey."

Ih, my husband. It's ridiculous, but I love it....

I love you forever, Mas Ilham....