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

Mas Ilham's. I will call and call him from now on. A very attentive adult. Not only did he wait and accompany me in the ward, he was even willing to bribe me when I complained of hunger.

"It's okay, Mom," I said.

"Yes dong. My dear beloved."

"Oh...!" I was suffocating when I accidentally raised my right hand to shut my mouth.

Really, yeah. Mas Ilham made my feelings nano-nano. I was embarrassed to the point of blushing. I'm happy to want to laugh. And even I want to pinch her because of anxiety.

"You are, yes...."

"Reflex, Mom. I forgot that my hand hurts."

"Sweety you, honey. You can forget that the hand hurts?"

Uuuuuh. He made me smile even more and had to endure the shy hue on my cheek that was getting hotter. "I'm like this because of you, Mom. Your mouth is too sweet. But thank you, for being the man of my dreams."

"Anything for you, baby. That is the truth of loving. I'll do whatever makes you happy, as long as God pleases."

Kepingin. Her words really touched me. If we were halal, I would have embraced him tightly. But now, my best response is just a smile and a sincere thank you from the bottom of my heart.

"Oh yes, Mas. Can I ask you something?"

"Please. What do you want to ask?"

"That's, emm... How's the story you were there? What does this have to do with Umi?"

He scooped the food into my mouth, then nodded. "Yes, right. Umi called me. He said he had a bad feeling. So, he asked me to find and accompany you. You're not angry, are you? And sorry, I'm late."

"No. Not your fault, though. Just relax."

"You are relaxed. Don't feel so guilty."

"Em, I. I know, really, I was wrong. Sorry, yeah."

"Zahraku Darling. But next time, don't do it yourself. You can ask me to accompany you, or ask Abi for help. Don't make anyone worry. Especially Umi. Understood?"

I'm downcast embarrassed. "Yes" I said. "Will no more. I promise."

"good. I keep your promise, yeah."

"Yes, Mum."

"So that's what Imam was called?"

Duuuh. I feel bad for him more and more.

"Don't feel guilty. I'm okay, really. After all, you guys aren't in any kind of relationship, are you? Just a false feeling. As long as he hasn't preached to you, I deserve to fight to be your true love. Am I right?"

I nodded, wiping away the dripping tears. "Don't talk about it again, yeah."

Because there is no point in talking about it anymore.

We agreed. And after that, Mas Ilham was still feeding me when Abi and Umi returned to the hospital, almost half an hour after Azan Isya reverberated. It was great to see their faces again in consciousness. And it's not just a shadow that comes to mind.

"How are you doing, Nduk?"

"Lumayan," I replied. "Someone took good care of me."

"Oh, Umi's son is happy, yes, there's a special nurse." Umi teased me again.

Everyone laughed cheerfully. Yeah, suppose it's pain that brings blessing. Blessings in the form of beautiful love.

"I'm still hungry" I said, provoking Mas Ilham's sweet smile to blossom perfectly.

But...

Eit dah's! Wanted to scowl, but it was impossible. I nodded and let Umi take over my food tray.

"Sweet, yes, she is" Umi said as soon as Abi and Mas Ilham left the room.

I had to hide the snort of laughter as the teasing tone and words of the matchmaker again glided in my mother's voice. He did not know that I had decided to accept our match.

And though I did not hear what Mas Ilham said to Abi, I knew and was sure what he was going to say. He'll be right away.

And it was answered after a few minutes later, after they returned to my ward, Mas Ilham nodded and looked at me meaningfully. In fact, after he said goodbye, Abi immediately conveyed it to Umi. Umi's happy not to be a bitch. You could say, the only princess of the wayangnya already really shaved by someone. Good young people and in accordance with their expectations.

"I'll go home first, yeah. Tomorrow I'll be here again. Get enough rest and get well soon. Beautiful days await you, Zahra."

Aaaaah....

Mas Ilham did not feel the slightest hint of sweetness like that in front of Abi and Umi. I'm maluuu. My pale face must have turned pink from blushing.

After kissing Abi's hand and saying goodbye to Umi, plus his greeting, Mas Ilham stepped out of the room. She smiled and looked at me before closing the door, and, saraphae....

I glanced at the smile of seeing the love symbol from the fingers he laid on me.

So sweet.

And the next day, after the sublime, Mas Ilham came back to visit me to the hospital as he promised. I commented with a smile of gratitude to him, glad he was with me through the pain I had to go through. And happy that multiplied, he not only brought the fruit of the hand in the form of fruit and snacks, but, he also came with a bouquet of red roses.

Yep, red roses. Expressions of love. Umi also made mesem-mesem.

"Thank you" I said, welcoming the flower from his hand.

He just nodded. "Mommy's had lunch, hasn't she? Want Ilham-"

"No need. Let Umi go to the canteen by herself."

"It's okay, Umi."

"Sst. You accompany me when you're here. Uh, I mean Umi, you accompany Zahra here."

Ckck! I almost ngakak. Happiness expression. Umi, ummah, Mas Ilham blushed, and I laughed watching her.

"Don't be shy, huh. Doesn't fit your brew."

Ck! And he's tickling. Anxious.

"Again thanks for the flowers" I said after Umi went to the cafeteria. "Thank you for keeping your promise to see me."

The Ilham sat. As he glanced at the door, he said, "I miss, I miss you, and I love you."

Uhuh. I'm melting. And it melted even more after I found a piece of letter paper tucked between my roses.

There will be one person who makes you fall in love for no reason, no reason, no questions asked.

There will be one person who will make you learn that love can come in a long time, in a short time, also at the right time.

Love is not about someone we want. Love needs more than that.

Love is about someone we need.

Love is not just about having each other. Love is sincerity, sincerely giving and sharing with each other.

And, you're the one I'm looking for. The one I've been waiting for all day.

Salsabila Azzahra bint Muhammad Siddiq, I'll have you with Bismillah.

Oh my God, my eyes were closed and my heart was shaking. Clear thread of tears instantly dripped, flowing down the cheeks.

Thank you, Mas. Thank you for the incredible love you gave me.