Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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However, when I came out of the bathroom, Mas Ilham was in my room. He sat at the end of my bed with his back slightly bent and both arms supported above his thighs. He seemed to be thinking about something.

"You haven't come down yet?" my many.

He nodded and smiled thinly. "It's not good to go down by yourself" he said. "Later Abi and Umi ask something, I don't know what to answer."

I nodded in understanding.

"Hows it? Is it better?"

I nodded again.

"Here I was," he said, patting the edge of my bed, telling me to sit next to him.

I followed, and looked down.

"Zahra, look at me."

But I don't dare, not fear guilt. Nope. I just don't dare because I don't know how Mas Ilham's character would be if we faced a situation like the one we're in right now. I fear the mistrust in his eyes towards me.

"All right," said Mas Ilham. Because I was just looking down, Mas Ilham who finally sagged to the floor, knelt before me, then looked up at me. "Later in front of Abi and Umi, your face is not like this. You should be cheerful. As Zahra knows today is very happy. Okay?"

The third time, I nodded my head again, although I was not sure if I could put a cheerful face in front of Abi and Umi in a state that was not right like this. I also do not want them to know that there is a conflict both big and small in my household.

With a feeling that still stuck, Mas Ilham lowered his gaze for a moment, then he looked back at me - a deeper gaze and grovelled. "Do you love me, Zahra? Ask your little heart."

"Mas." I said. I managed to look into both eyes. "Without needing to look deeper into my heart, I know I love you. By God, I love you so much. Please, don't doubt me, Mommy? Don't doubt me."

Mas Ilham smiled, then he stood on his knees in front of me. Cupping my cheekbones with both hands, he drew closer to my face - kissed me: from the forehead, then to the nose, and continued to my lips.

So sweet. I could feel both of Mas Ilham's hands cupping the back of my head, and one more hand curling around my waist. Passion rises. And...

Somehow, I found myself lying under his cage. It was squeezed by its large body and heavy weight. Shaking, but comfortable. I even hugged her body tightly.

"I believe you" said Mas Ilham. She smiled, then kissed me again. And....

Hoaaaaa.. My heart was tingled inside when her ever sweet-talking tongue slipped into my oral cavity, and, her hands, she said, the burly hand with the dense feathers on her arm was slipping behind my long veil. Touching and caressing the skin of my neck until I goosebumps because of the touch of her fingers.

"Thank you, Mum. As long as you believe me, that's enough for me. I-i-"

Geck! Geck!

Aaaaa. Umi's knock on the door stopped everything.

"Nduk," call Umi. "Dine first, yuk?"

If you want to eat this dish first, Umi....

Ew...!

"Yes, Umi, just a moment" said Mas Ilham.

"Quick, yes," Umi said again. "Abi's been waiting for."

"Yes, Mi."

And, Mas Ilham so giggled without getting away from above me, making me embarrassed to realize our position is overlapping.

"Well, let's just say it's a tester. We'll be home soon."

But he remained motionless, still staring at me fixedly. "You want this to go on? Or come down to eat?" my many.

She shook her head. "It's like this" he said. Then his lips clung again, grazing slightly and biting softly. "I love you."

"Em." I stroked the feathers on his jaw that finally came to fruition, making me smile. "I love you too. And it looks like we have to get down, eat fast, and go home fast. Aye, right?"

Ouuuw. "Yeah, let's go home soon" he said. Then he got out of my way and pulled me to sit.

While fixing my headscarf, I was busy withholding a smile.

"Come, my beloved Mas Ilham is already smiling again. Already able to deal with Abi and Umi again."

Oh, intentionally....

But good. In this way I can bring myself before Umi and Abi, nothing happened between me and Mas Ilham - - no slander or terror whatsoever.

I stood up, welcoming the hand of Mas Ilham who was holding me and we came out of my room together, then we were greeted with a smile like a family member who had been waiting for us in the dining room.

"Law, the aura of the newlyweds" Laila chirped, making Abi and Umi giggle.

Abi who was very happy that day tried to muffle his little laugh and said, "Come, we eat. Our bride can't wait to be alone."

"Ih, Abi, mah. I never was young."

"Lo.. precisely because Abi was once young, so Abi knew."

"Already.. don't be teased continue," said Umi. "Let's eat right away."

While controlling my heart, as well as the thoughts in my brain so as not to cross the line, I took a plate for Mas Ilham and filled the plate with rice, side dishes, and vegetables, plus poured a glass of water for him.

She smiles. "Thank you, dear," she said, shamelessly in front of her two in-laws, she kept calling me dear.

Dinner was held warmly accompanied by a casual chat dominated by Abi and Mas Ilham, while other family members became listeners and joined in the laughter.

I had tried as much as I could during the dinner, but by the time we were about to leave, the sense of melow that encompassed my heart remained unbearable. Not anymore because I will part the roof with Umi, it is not a problem because our house is not too far away, still in the area of rembang as well. But somehow, I was afraid that the slander and terror directed at me would not just get there. I was so afraid of the breakdown of trust between me and Mas Ilham. I was afraid, such a short introductory time, made him not believe enough in my sincere and deep feelings for him. By Allah, I would not be willing to marry Mas Ilham if I did not love him. I'm not a believer that love can come after marriage. Nope. For, in every step and great decision of my life, I believe, whatever it is must be I rely on heart and love as the beginning of sincerity.

"Come by here often, yes," said Umi. "Take Umi's son well."

Mas Ilham nodded. "Goddessa, Umi. Inspiration will take good care of him, and we will come here often."

I smiled, and we hugged. While Abi did not have much message, he must have talked a lot with Mas Ilham behind us, as I left many messages to Laila and Laili to keep and accompany Umi. I even asked them to quickly let me know if anything happened to all of them.

"Happy newlyweds...!" laila exclaimed as Mas Ilham's car rolled slowly from the parking lot. We smiled and waved each other.

On the road, I and Mas Ilham did not say much. He focused on driving and only occasionally glanced at me with a smile until we reached the house that he made as a little paradise for both of us.

"Alhamdulillah, until," said Mas Ilham, just as the car engine stopped roaring. "Welcome home, My Wife. My Surgaku Angel."

Ck! He's starting to fry.

I smiled at him. "Thank you" I said.

With a sigh, Mas Ilham opened the door for me, then took out my suitcase. Then, he took my hand with him and we entered the house.

"There's plenty of time to look around, but tomorrow, yeah. It's night." It's night."

I'm nodding. From the front door that had been locked again, Mas Ilham took me again and we walked through space after space, then climbed a ladder to the top floor, to our room.

Yep, our beautiful bridal room. The decoration is charming.

"You likey?" ask Mas Ilham.

I nodded, my smile expanding perfectly. "Thank you, Mum. It fits into the bridal room of my dreams."

"Either. Anything for you, Zahra."

Ah, Mas Ilham. His tone made my feelings go back to melow. I couldn't stand it and hugged her. "Thank you for everything, Mom. I love you."

However, a mother cannot be lied to, from my eyes she knows that something is stuck in my heart. Therefore, my phone rang, dissecting our intimacy. Umi called me and asked what was going on. From his slow voice, it would be a nampak if he called me secretly behind Abi.

However, I could not explain what happened, and Umi did not force me to tell the story either. Instead, she advised me that as a wife, I must be wise in my attitude. Must be able to overcome the problem, muffle it, and not even enlarge it. "Remember always, Nduk, never put forward emotions. Talk about things well, with a cool head."

"Yeah, Umi. If you will act completely like Umi. Except for that one thing, yeah," I said, a little joking.

I understand, and agree with all Umi's teachings. After talking to her, I caught up with Mas Ilham who came out of our super beautiful bridal room. Decorations that amaze me, but unfortunately the situation is now like this: the actual situation makes me still unwell to Mas Ilham. I was still afraid he doubted me.

Please, Zahra, handle this situation.

Kuhela took a deep breath. I must be able to convince my husband completely. Nervously, I opened my suitcase, removed the hijab, changed my clothes to my new nightgown, with a soft-looking, soft-tanned mink model, and then I combed my hair.

I'm sure I love you, Mas. And I'm already tied to you. I will not betray our marriage.

Hufft..I stepped my foot out of the room, apparently Mas Ilham was sitting in the middle room, and again seemed to be thinking about something. I don't know what, but there's a cell phone in his hand.

"Mas," call me.

Stupefied. He looked at me, and it looked glued.

"You're busy, aren't you?"

There's no answer.

"Am I interrupting?"

"Oh, no, really. Not at all." He stood up and put his phone on the table.

"Emm... Why are you sitting there? Uh, sori. I mean.no, no. I mean, look, if you still have a job, it's okay. I. I can go back to the room."

Ck! The newlyweds are misbehaving. I turned right away.

"Zahra," call Mas Ilham.

I practically undo my footsteps. Then, Mas Ilham came up to me, and knew he kissed me on the cheek, making me re-energize in shame. And...

He whispered in my ear, "Let me carry you, Zahra."

Aaa... Mas Ilham. How did Zahra not try?

How happy to take my husband to the bridal room on the first night. The beautiful night is about to begin. Bride's night.

I love you, Mas Ilham. I love you so much.