Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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Yeah, it's perfect. Just as perfect as Mas Ilham's trust in me. There really is no gap. In fact, when the slander came again in the evening, after us from the mosque, Mas Ilham was very relaxed to respond when there was a courier with a famous brand waiting in front of the house.

"With Miss Salsabila?" said.

Alertly I nodded. Then the courier was about to hand over the food order to my hand, I practically turned to Mas Ilham until he received it. "Thank you, Mom" said Mas Ilham. "It's already been paid, isn't it?" the tananya pretends to forget and as if she herself ordered the rujak.

The courier agreed and quickly left our yard. On the other hand, even though Mas Ilham was that calm, my feelings were still not good.

"You got the message, Leh?" ask Umi.

Once again, Mas Ilham had to lie to cover up something that was wrong that was trying to enter and disrupt our household ark. "Yes, Umi" said Mas Ilham.

"Don't eat most of it, yeah, Nduk. You'll have a stomachache."

Similarly, I also had to play a role in the drama of lies. The lies that were created and acted on by Mas Ilham.

True said people, once lying, there will be many other lies created to cover up other lies. But we seem to have no choice. To create an atmosphere that remains conducive - as if everything is fine, and so that our family does not have to worry about the state of our household that is not free from interference, he said, lies are an alternative we cannot avoid. So yeah, that's it. Inevitably, we must lie again.

Let only the two of us know - will - big or small - the storm that comes crashing down on the love between us.

"Please hold this, dear," said Mas Ilham as he took out a piece of paper in the delivery order package and his condiment, then he handed over the cut fruits and the clear plastic to my hand.

I noticed, Mas Ilham immediately put the small piece of paper in his pocket, then he opened the plastic clip of the spice, and...

Mas Ilham pretended to accidentally drop it.

Oops!

Spilled and splattered onto the ground.

"You, Leh...."

"Yo wis, Nduk. Umi'll make a new one, yeah."

"Eh? No need, Umi. Let's make it yourself."

Umi nodded. And there was a little bit of bad taste in my heart. Again this slander creates a new drama. But yeah, that's it. We also immediately entered the house.

"Darling?"

"Emm?"

"Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?"

Ilam had just locked the door, then turned around. "Don't forget the fruit will be washed until clean and as sterile as possible. If you need to wash with hot water." Then he whispered, "Before you eat, don't forget to read the bismillah. Don't be tucked before I'm the first to taste. Understood?"

I'm nodding. But in my heart there is still rejection. "Why not just throw it away?"

"Don't mutazir. It's not good if Umi later becomes suspicious. Besides that was the real courier of the street shop, really. I think it's safe."

Hmm. I took a deep breath. "Yes, it's up to you. By the way, what was the writing on the paper? May I see?"

Ilam took the paper out of his pocket and read it. Smiling, he showed me the writing.

As you requested earlier. Hopefully the Dede don't wander, yeah. I love you guys.

Hmm.. still trying to shake the belief of Mas Ilham towards me. It will not work at all.