Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Dreams And Dreams

"I want to ask you something."

Instantly Mas Ilham raised an eyebrow. We were in front of the hotel room. Laila and Laili had gone inside, but Mas Farid had also entered the room for him and Mas Ilham, with both doors still wide open.

"What do you want to ask?" ask Mas Ilham.

"Anu, Mas," I turned for a moment into the room. "I'll ask...."

"Emm? Just ask. It's okay, really. No one's listening."

Well, I took a deep breath and then said, "After we met a few times, I noticed. Including Laila and Laili. But to me, why not, huh?"

Mas Ilham smiled, still standing casually in front of me with both hands in the pocket of the jacket he was wearing. "Do you know why?"

"Em, why?"

"Because you're too sweet to miss."

"Basic gumbal...! Seriously answer, dong...! Wh why? Because of Umi's request, huh?"

"Don't accuse..," he said softly while shaking his head. "Umi just told me how her daughter's character is. For the rest, it was my own decision to step up and how I should behave. And this is only for the sake of breaking your heart, a girl who believes that love comes from the eyes and then down to the heart. So, if I don't stare at you, you definitely won't click with me. Aye, right?"

Okay. I knew he would answer like that. "Keep, wouldn't it be best to keep your eyes on it? I see, right, the way Mas Ilham looks?"

"Yes, right. It should be like that."

"Continue?"

"What?"

"You look at me, why is it only for my sake that you are willing to sin?"

Mas Ilham smiled again, and this time while looking at me more deeply. "Zahra,." he said, "merit and sin are God's business. Except for the things that have been established by law, which are clearly halal and haramnya. But. in terms of looking at the opposite sex who is not a muhrim, I do not know the absolute law. And if by looking at you I sin, then I will. Because after we get married, you - - totally - are a field of reward for me."

Oalaaa.. My breath is tight and my heart is pounding. This love is no longer just from the eyes and down to the heart. But more than that, it's already spread to every cell and my bloodstream. My feet are limp. I couldn't stand in front of him much longer.

"Trust, Zahra. There are many better men in this world than me. What is not good, much more. But, one thing is certain, which I am sure of and must believe, I am the only one who is best for you. Inshaallah."

I looked down, embarrassed and tried as much as I could to hold back a smile. "I believe it, Mas. Inshallah. Emm.. It's night. I'm in, huh?"

With my best smile, I stepped into the room, then closed the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma. Good night."

Chequek!

Geck! Geck!

My cheeks are hot. What else is he going to say? I took a deep breath and reopened the door in front of me. "Yes, Mom?"

"I love you. I love you, Zahra."

Umiiii.wanted me to squeal to him so that he would know that I am very happy now. Kukulum gave a smile before Mas Ilham and I nodded. I closed the door that now blocked my view from his face, but it will never be blocked from my memory. It will never be hindered by anything or anyone. My confidence grew in him. He is the best. The most patient and the most able to face me.

I love you too, Mas Ilham. I love you too.

Oh. his love, like thunderous fireworks with a million charms of beauty.

From behind the door, I walked across the room, put my phone on the bed and quickly went to the bathroom. My face must be splashed with cold water.

"Thank God, Zahra. You're a lucky girl." I smiled to myself in front of the mirror.

A few minutes after that, when I was done with all my business in the bathroom and I just got out of there, my phone clinked. I went up to bed smiling. Whatsapp message from Mas Ilham.

》 Someone wants to hang out with you.

》 Honeymoon.

Eh? Is it because I mentioned the hotel?

《 Meaning?

》 Where do you want our honeymoon to?

《 Whatever. Wherever you can, as long as you are with you.

》 I'm serious. I don't know where to take you on your honeymoon.

I was just about to type a reply to a message, but Mas Ilham first contacted me via phone call.

"Yes, Mom?"

"It's possible that Laila and Laili will stay a long time at your house, right?"

"Emm. inshaallah, it seems so, Mas. Why why?"

"Do you want me to stay together? We live in our own house?"

"Eh?" I'm stunned. The feeling of heat again runs from the nape of the neck to the cheek.

"Well, in our own house. Just the two of us. From.the first day after marriage. After we are halal. Emm. I mean...."

I'm guessing sweat is showing up in the pores. This conversation is so sensitive. Not to mention my stomach, it felt like it was being stirred.

"Look, Zahra," he continued, his voice was very slow, I thought it would be bad if our conversation was heard by Mas Farid. He's cleared his throat. "You mentioned about the hotel earlier. It's okay if you want us to stay at the hotel for the honeymoon. But if you can, I'd like to take you home to our own house when... You understand, right?"

Oh my God, I tried my best to hold back my laughter, my nervousness too. "I mean Mas Ilham... on the bridal night?"

"Em, that's what I mean. Our own home, and our own memories. The same place we'll pass every year."

I-i understand. "I mean.. wedding anniversary?"

"He'em. Wants, right?"

I'm honestly excited. "Yes" I said enthusiastically. "I want. Eh? I mean...."

"Thank you, Zahra."

"Together, Mas. Emm... But, her house?"

"Not to think about. The important thing is that you want to, and later you must be able to give understanding to Umi. At least as long as there are twins, we have time to stay together. Just the two of you. You and me. Our own world as a newlywed couple."

Uuh. so sweet....

"I dream of those wonderful days with you, Zahra."

Engaging. My breathlessness made. Really, how sweet my future husband is. In fact, he made a happy smile on my face I could no longer hold back. "I am, too, Mas. I'll talk to Umi soon."

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you for your understanding. I love you, Zahra. Good night."

Tut!

》 Beautiful dreams, yes. About ours. Assalamu'alaikum, Zahra. I love you.

I love you too, Mas Ilham....

I pulled my blanket over. The dark night continued to spread. The cold weather hit, but in my heart, it will always feel warm.

And I know tonight I'm going to fall asleep.