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

"Well, since your hands have healed, it's your turn to feed me."

Ew...!

I practically shook my head. "Shame, Mas..," I refused.

"Why should I be ashamed?"

"Fallah. Are we ABG?"

"Eh, you're wrong. That expression of affection is age-independent, you know...!"

Hmm. I will not win in the "view" debate against Mas Ilham. I nodded my head and I started to spoon the ice cream for her.

"Awas got the brew, Ma'am." Laila giggles.

We all so held back laughter because of the curse of the teenage girl, even Mas Ilham immediately rubbed his jaw with the palm of his hand. "It's capital, lo, Dik. Without this, Zahra will not be complacent with Mas Ilham."

Geez, believe himself amazing. I shook my head and continued my little task: to feed my soon-to-be spoiled husband.

"thank you. Later when I'm my wife, often pamper me, huh? I will always spoil you."

Vod... Mas Ilham, very clever he makes a simple topic into a very sweet chat.

I nodded again with a smile. "God, Mas."

My smile is too fluffy. It was hard to hold back the lips and the red tinge on my face when Mas Ilham was acting so sweet. I imagine my days - - in the days of the newlyweds, I must always be happy every day. Every time we pass in our warm times.

After the ice cream shop, Mas Ilham immediately drove us home. And that was the last moment we could look at each other before our wedding day. We've agreed, over the next week we won't see each other, not even video calls. But he promised that he would call me often, every day.

When we got home, Mas Ilham asked me to come in, while he wanted to spend a little time with Abi who happened to be - that day was his schedule at home with Umi.

"Yeah, Abi's mummy's at home, right? His schedule is with Umi. And that's what I don't want. I want my husband to come home to the same house every day and go home to the same wife. Every day, not intermittently like Abi."

Mas Ilham nodded in understanding and revealed his best smile. "Yes, Honey. I will always go home to the same house and the same wife. The only home and the only wife I have. You, and just into your arms."

Again I smiled, and we looked at each other, looking at each other as if it could meet the need for a meeting for the next week. Gently, Mas Ilham put his right palm on the left side of my head, and rubbed it affectionately.

"See you on our wedding day, Zahra. I love you so much."

Aaah. Haru's. I like the treatment unfortunately. Dear Mas Ilham, sweet treatment that I have never received from anyone. Now I realize, fortunately I was always able to keep my distance from Mas Imam. Don't want to get too close let alone let it touch me. I can always be careful to get out of the way before he gets too close to me. But with Mas Ilham, even this close, even though he touched his hand to my head or to my hand, but he never touched directly to my skin. It might have been wrong, it might have been sinful, but I felt comfortable, because he did it with all his feelings, with love, and I still felt that he respected me, even though it might not be according to anyone else. But let it be, I'm Salsabila Azzahra, and I'm not -- anyone would judge this badly.

"I love you too" I said. I lowered my gaze and took a deep breath. "I must have missed you too."

Ilham nodded slowly. "Me too" he said. "I will miss you a lot too. But. That's where it's beautiful. We'll let go of that miss at the right time. When we became a halal couple. Aye, right?"

I'm nodding.

"Keep assured, all will be beautiful in time, Zahra. Just in a minute. I'll take you home to our house."

Oh, world. When you are in love, the world is like two. And the two beautiful creatures behind us were smiling biting fingers.

"Let's go down, Ma'am. Long-time look at you two, I might ask Joko to propose to me, lo."

Eh? That's the child, yes.the other romantic-romantic person is even interrupted. Ew...! I'll tell you the taste.

"Yes already. There, you guys come in. Don't forget to call Abi."

I'm obeying. We don't want to have to split up for a while. Get out of the car, me and the twins went straight into the house and called Abi. By pretending to replace Umi delivering drinks to the front porch, I could see Mas Ilham once again, lastly. And turning around, before disappearing behind the door, I turned to Mas Ilham with a smile and a love symbol from my finger, just as he did when I was in the hospital. Mas Ilham practically averted his gaze - - to hide his springy smile from Abi's sight.

Yeah, we finally split up, spent a whole week alone. We could only hear the voice over the phone, tell each other how much we missed each other, and, despite the heavy longing, that one week passed well. Day H is in sight.

As usual, that day-Thursday morning, I was woken up by my phone ringing. Like this one week, Mas Ilham always called me before dawn.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Wife Candidate."

Hidhi. I still laughed at Mas Ilham's greeting, which he had said one week like that. "Wa'alaikumussalam" I replied. "This is the last time you called me a Wife Candidate, yes."

"c, aamiin. Inshaallah, darling. Just a few more hours. How you feeling?" ask Mas Ilham. This morning he sounded nervous.

Uh, thankfully there was no one else in my room. "Just like you, Mom," I said. "I'm nervous too."

How not to be nervous? We're a pair of singles that are soon - inshaallah will soon be halal. His happiness is not overcast, although the nervousness until this moment does not go away. Especially tonight, huh? Eh?

Haha!

Oh my God, this whole marriage thing makes my world so beautiful. Olafle....

Well, actually that morning we had nothing to discuss. All that remains is nervousness. Therefore, Mas Ilham invited me to directly pray at dawn. Azan just looked. In this prayer, my prayer is still the same: invoke the smoothness for today. Expecting him to truly be my soul mate-to my world and hereafter. One love for ever.

Aami....