Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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Like what he said, before returning home, Mas Ilham spoke to Abi about my idea and his intention to accompany me to Solo. He asked Abi for permission to do so. And I don't know what he said to Abi so that permission he easily got. I think he asked Abi to give me a chance to do things for good. The process of change, to become a better person and more useful for the family. I think it was like that, and he said it in front of his parents too. It must also make Abi reluctant to refuse it.

While I was being asked to enter, I hurriedly returned to my room, meeting Laila and Laili who were resting. They took a shower and changed clothes. Yep, it's not as bad as it was.

"Tonight you sleep here. Tomorrow morning, help clear the empty room, so you can occupy the room. Okay?"

Must okay.

They nodded. "Let's clean it up ourselves, ma'am. But we haven't asked Pakde and Bude for permission. We'd like to hitch a ride here if we could."

"Yes, later," I said. "Umi and Abi are still chatting downstairs. We'll talk together."

I who was sitting in front of my dressing table immediately released my hijab and then they noticed my arm that was in the arm. "Mbak why? How's hand...?" Laila's confused.

I put my shoulders down. "Accident, Brother. Got hit by a motor a few days ago." Then I remembered something. "Hey, Ma'am would like to ask, but I'm sorry, lo, yes. Ma'am's just a nanya, 'cause Mommy cares about you."

"What do you want to ask, Mother?"

"Emm.. That, as long as you stay at home.. Your stepfather, he hasn't arrived really... You understand, right, Ma'am mean?"

"No, Ma'am," said Laila again. "Not yet, is it, Li?" He gave a hopeful look to his sister. "He's never been anything but you, has he? You're still a virgin, right?"

Laili nodded, crying again. "haven't had time. But almost," he said, wiping away tears. "What would happen if it happened"

"Bel...." I approached, embracing it with my left hand. "Already, yeah. I just want to make sure. Thank goodness you're okay."

Really, if you have a daughter, think about her before you decide to remarry. How's she? Who will take care of her and raise her if she doesn't live with you, her mother? And, even if he lives with you and your new husband, how will he go after puberty, where should he stay? Is it really good for your new husband who is not a muhrim for them - - to stay with them as they grow up? How well do you know your new husband to feel safe being on the roof with your kids?

Life is hard for women. And really, don't let what happened to Laila and Laili happen to your daughter.

Naudzubillahiminals.

Prioritize your children's feelings, not your own.

Afwanese. Forgive me if my words offend you. I just want to convey kindness.

Chequek!

"Down, yuk, we meet Abi," Umi asked who was standing in the doorway.

We all comply. Arriving below, Abi was waiting in the living room to extract information from his two nephews. Abi deeply regretted Bulik Sulastri's decision to bring his two daughters to live with his new husband. Abi also blamed himself.

"Paul should move faster. It should have been that time Pakde took you straight after your grandmother died."

There is no human being who is never inattentive, Bi. Even if he is a religious leader. No exception Abi.

If I hadn't decided to change, I would've just said those words. A word of advice, but it will certainly make Abi's heart hurt when he hears it.

Then Abi looked at me. "Are you sure you can go to Solo, Nduk? Your condition is willing?"

Eh?

I was stunned myself hearing that question. Inspiration was amazing I thought I could easily convince Abi.

I nodded quickly. "I'm healthy, really. The only thing that hurts is my hand."

"alright. Abi allow. Abi entrusted this to you, yeah."

I nodded my head again. I'm happy, I was given that trust by Abi.

"May your bulls be set free. But if you can't, Laila and Laili have to come back here again and transfer schools here, huh?"

Both my cousins nodded. They must be able to live life and must be stronger.

And on that day, it turned out that Abi also ordered Mas Farid to take part in this journey, as well as to keep the three of us. Mas Farid, my distant cousin but still bloodless. She's only two years older than me. Pious man who devoted himself in pesantren as one of the staff in the administration. Son of the late Pakde Munir. Pakde Munir is Abi's cousin, their father's brother. In other words, my grandfather and his grandfather Mas Farid were siblings. So, Mas Farid that includes his nephew Abi, right? My distant cousin, but in the same blood successor. For our blood is a direct descendant of a man who is clearly his nasab. Similarly, the status of Mas Farid's relationship with Laila and Laili, even though Palik Darmawan is not a thousand, not serahim, or not as pregnant with Abi. But they're from the same father. Single dad's alias. Such is the difficulty of the relationship if a man or woman has several children from different partners. The genealogy is complicated to explain. I must know them clearly one by one according to their genealogy.

So, a lot, huh?

We leave the five, at dawn Monday. Although I understand very well what my purpose is, but I was so excited, especially when I saw Mas Ilham that morning. My eyes jreng, drowsiness gone unceremonious. The coldness after taking a bath in the blind morning instantly changed the warmth thanks to her charming smile. Two days without seeing each other, I missed....

Don't protest! This is what Salsabila Azzahra is. Just like you, a sweet creature that easily baper aka carried away feelings. Moreover.. saw a handsome ustadz with a thick brew it.

Duh... Zahra, the mulu konslet. Remember the Umi message. Keep view!

How can you keep the view that Abi and Umi are looking for such a perfect match?

Oops! I mean a would-be mate.

"The three of you are under the supervision of Mas Farid" said Umi. "Be careful and keep yourself from slander. And you If, Umi does not not not not believe in you or your Inspiration, but still, you two people who are in love, and you are not yet muhrim. Do not be alone so that no third party likes to whisper. No matter how thick the faith of an ustadz, his character as a man must still be wary of. Understand, right?"

Olafy! Long, yes, Umi's talk. Hm....

"Yes, Umi."

"Yes, Bude."

"Yes, Mother-in-law Candidate. I'll take good care of your son."

Eh?

I sniggered between everyone's giggles. Relax once Mas Ilham threw his joke at Umi. Elementary....