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

Late in the afternoon on the second day in the hospital, all my examinations were done. There were no fatal internal injuries on my head, I could even wear an instant hijab to cover my hair even though my bandage was still attached. My body is also no longer limp, I can sit down, the infusion and my oxygen has been released. Merely, the wound on my arm has still not healed, and besides the wound, my arm has also sprained. The doctor placed him in a hand. Since I am not used to using one hand let alone just using my left hand, so I must use the services of the people around me in doing many things for me. Something pleasant when receiving a lot of attention, especially there are many people who swipe at me, including the parents of Mas Ilham, his brother, and his sister and her husband, Mas Ilham's sister-in-law. No exception Mas Imam, he also came to ascertain how I am, as well as to apologize. He was also worried and anxious not to play he said when I was rushed to the ER, but Abi asked him not to be there, so he went home to not cause chaos.

"The accident wasn't your fault" I said. "Your fault is only one, you tried to hug me. But never mind, I don't want to bother about it anymore. Now you better go home. Thank you for swiping me."

He's nodding. "But our relationship is fine, right?"

I was surprised that question was asked of him. I nodded while looking at Mas Ilham who was sitting on the sofa. I realized he was trying hard not to look at Mas Imam. "Yes, our relationship is fine" I said. "But just friends. Not more."

"Crazy-"

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm gonna take a break."

"For a while, Bill...."

"I'm going to marry Mas Ilham. I hope you can accept that."

The look of disappointed eyes clearly emanated from his black eyes. I know, I hurt her heart. "Don't we promise to fight together, when?"

"Sorry, I can't keep my promise."

"But we can still fight, Bill."

"I don't want to get married without my blessing."

"I know...."

"I've been dikhitbah. Do you understand that? Please, go home." I looked at Mas Ilham. "Please, Mas. I want a break."

But Ilham understood. However, even though he tried to speak carefully with Mas Imam to ask for his understanding, the original attitude of Mas Imam who was tempramen finally appeared even until the inevitable commotion.

Oh my God, even though Mam Ilham mastered martial arts and could easily conquer his opponent, but still this incident was embarrassing, making a lot of people in contact to get closer to my ward. In fact, the hospital even rebuked. The Imam finally left with an unfinished anger he vent. And I cried. Again, I made both my parents ashamed.

I'm sorry, Umi... Abi....

"Sorry, huh?" mas Ilham said, he handed me a tissue bales. "There shouldn't be a commotion like this."

I took the tissue from him. "Thank you for the knife. And about the commotion, it wasn't your fault. I'm the one who's sorry, Mom."

"It's okay. Already, yes, crying. I can't see you sad like this."

You're too good, Mom. "I was sad because I was. I again put Umi and Abi to shame. Umi would have known about the commotion."

"Well, how else? It's happening. Still lucky Umi again to musalla. Rather than Umi seeing it straight away, right?"

I nodded, desperately trying to stop my tears and calm my mind. "Can't you make me laugh now? What cake, that's."

"What are you talking about?" tanyanya gently. It was he who finally held back the laughter. "You said love, you already know that I love you very much. Very very loving even. And because of his love, I can't wait to quickly marry you. Let's hurry up and be halal, and you immediately bear the status of Lady of Inspiration, don't you, dear?"

Uuuuuh.right, kaaaaaan.

Ah, say shameless let it be. After all, I also want to be quickly memorized. Married for worship.

Huh! What prayer hayo? Don't mind your brain, yeah. Hihah!

"Inshaallah, soon I'll get my parents to propose to you."

I nodded quickly while smiling. "OKAY. I wait," I said slowly - very slowly.

"Most importantly, heal your hands. Bridal life wear sling hands."

Aduuuuh. My gesrek brain means something else: the first night the bride wore a sling. Eh?

Oh, Zahra.

Fortunately, when Umi returned from musalla, she did not see the strange smile on our faces.

"I want to ask you, after we get married, where will you take me to live?"

He understood, and then he looked at me meaningfully. "I know that you've always wanted to leave the boarding school, but I also know that Umi wants you to stay with Umi. So, even if I have the right to take you away after we get married, I will still follow your decision. But remember, even if we go from there, do not go without Umi's pleasure. You know what I mean, right?"

"Em, thank you, you are so wise and understanding."

The next day, after three days in the hospital, the doctor finally let me go home. The dhuha sun had not shifted from its place when we came out of the hospital. The Inspiration who picked up.

The understanding was so that on the way home he drove slowly, below the speed limit, and he continuously glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

"The patient in the back is fine" I said. "Don't worry."

He's holding a smile. "Sorry, I just don't want your hands to hurt from being shaken."

"Thank you, but I'm fine. Don't worry too much."

He nodded, and increased the speed of his car.

"So," Abi said distracting everyone, "when will Nak Ilham bring Abi and Umi Nak Ilham home for the application?"

"Inshaallah as soon as possible" said Mas Ilham. "Maybe it's Friday. How, Bi? If Abi is not busy, Ilham will ask Abi and Umi at home."

"Friday...." Abi seemed to remember his busy schedule. "After assar, yes, if you can. You see Friday afternoon Abi there is a study event at the pesantren."

Masham nodded and agreed. "But then we'll have some more news, yeah, Bi. Hopefully Abi and Umi will not have a busy Friday."

"Inshaallah, hopefully." Then Abi looked back. "How, Nduk?"

Like a real Javanese girl, when originally of Sumatran blood, Salsabila Azzahra with her blushing cheeks can only nod in a smile.