Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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as planned, Ms. Fitria also advised Mas Ilham to stop by the pharmacy when we were on our way home.

"There's a prescription? Let me go down" said Mas Ilham.

Pitria's mother shook her head. "Let me go" he said. "There is no prescription from the doctor. You guys just wait in the car."

"Be careful, Ma'am," I said.

Mas Ilham smiled, and began to gesrek when we were alone in the car. "Kiss me, please? I miss being kissed by you."

Iyuuuh. Then...

He jabbed at me, scorching me for his terrible kiss.

"She asked to be kissed?"

"Oh, yes, yes. You should have kissed me."

"Hmm... mode, right? Let's get a double, shall we?"

Substantial... Inspiration, he is very smart to take the opportunity. He's making me nervous. So. I bit her lip after I gave her a hot kiss.

"Oh, honey, I can't wait for us to get home."

Hmm. My husband is crazy.

"Thank you for waiting" cried Ms. Fitria who had just opened the door and got into the car. Then, he glanced at me.

Oh my God, the testpack makes me impatient to wait for the morning to get more accurate results. I'm being deg-degan. Until tomorrow morning...

I woke up before dawn, Mas Ilham was still sound asleep beside me. Then, in a slow motion, I got out of bed, I took my testpack from the bag and I rushed into the bathroom.

But it's not that smooth, man....

When I was about to open the package testpack, suddenly Mas Ilham knocked on the bathroom door. I almost jumped.

"Darling, are you inside?"

"Em, yes, Mas...."

"Quickly, yeah. I'm kebelet."

Hufth, yes. Relented first. I put the testpack back in my pajama pocket, I opened the door and I came out of the bathroom. I let Mas Ilham finish his wish first.

After waiting for a while, Mas Ilham came out of the bathroom. With her eyes still sleepy, she returned to bed, and I went back into the bathroom to continue my pregnancy test ritual.

Again, not so smooth.

I'm practically shocked. "What's up, Mom?" my question is, the volume of my voice is no less loud than the voice of Mas Ilham.

Silent.

"Mass?"

Silence, the silence that made me have to get out of the bathroom, leaving the testpack still wrapped and my urine that has been accommodated. When I opened the bathroom door, I found Mas Ilham speechless with a cell phone in his hand.

"What's wrong?" my many.

"Emm. someone died."

"Who?"

"Your friend."

"My friend? Wh-who?" my many.

Honestly, I was afraid that what Mas Ilham meant was Puspita. Because that name is in my mind. I deg-degan. Butno. The gratitude that died is not Puspita.

"Yunita."

"Oh," I said spontaneously. "Thank God, I thought it was-"

"Darling?" Ilham looked at me in wonder.

"Eh? Em, sorry, Mas. I didn't mean to...."

Ah, I didn't mean anything. Not to be happy, let alone grateful. Not at all. It's just my spontaneous attitude, my misery as an ordinary human being, a minus human being even though I've been trying to be a better person.

"Sorry, Mas. I'm...."

"Pronounce...?"

"Innalillahiwainnailaihiraaji. Sorry, I'm khilaf."

Mas Ilham nodded. "She died with her husband Puspita."

"What?" I'm slack. Shocked is not playing. "How come? How come...?"

Mash Ilham raised his shoulders. Then put his phone in my hand. There is a screenshot of news pieces from Mas Muslim via whatsapp about the news of the fateful event. The two men were found dead in the man's car after the car parked on the side of the road was hit by a truck driven by a drunk driver weight due to the influence of alcohol. And what made the incident last night was horrendous: the two victims died in plain circumstances and were found dead in an overlapping position - pinned in the back seat.

"Astaghfirullah...."

Speechless....