Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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The warmth of the morning sun had greeted from up there when Mas Ilham invited me to find breakfast. Just like the clothes I wore, Mas Ilham also only wore long-sleeved casual jerseys. I don't know why, I like to see it that way. His casual attitude and appearance made my vision so adem. Tranquilize. In fact, I think he looks twice as handsome as he usually is. Seriously. Just look if you don't believe.

Well, back to the topic. We didn't go all the way, just to the food stalls near the market and ate some rice. Mas Ilham said, about breakfast, he is not the picky type. I can cook anything for her, and she will definitely eat it. Even the simple ones are okay. Even though it is just plain rice, porridge from rice, or just an omelet is okay. Even a glass of tea is enough.

I grin. I won't spare that time either, ah. Just a glass of tea? There is a minimum of instant noodles, dong...! Hye!

I will make breakfast for him. Because as we realize, the hours of teaching both of us at school will not allow for us to be able to eat lunch at home, except at certain times, for example on national holidays red dates, for example, or like on a Friday where Mas Ilham took a day off teaching at the pesantren, and I only taught until eleven o'clock in high school. So, routinely, I would only be able to cook dinner for the two of us, dinner together which we could definitely do every night. Yep, we've agreed on this. I'm not going to ask you to stop teaching.

After spending the rice sitting each, plus some fried bananas eaten by Mas Ilham - which he said to meet his energy intake to get back to the maximum, he immediately invited me to rot in the market, he immediately invited me to the market, buy vegetables, kitchen spices, and various groceries for our household.

Ecieee. It looks like I'm a cook.

"And everything can be learned, dear," said Mas Ilham when I told him that my cooking skills were very minus. We were walking from the stall where we had breakfast heading to the back area of the market where vegetable traders gathered. "The average woman is like that. But it will be good for a long time, really. I trust you. You can definitely be a good wife and housewife."

Jiaaah... is it seduction, or persuasion so that I can learn to cook? Hm?

"Ayeah?" askaku. "Where do you know that an average woman is like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Know, dong...! Beautiful Mother used to be. Umi used to be so he said. But because of their sincere intention to make their husbands happy, they are now good at cooking. You would have, too, wouldn't you? Just say it first, for my sake, and for your love for me."

Euwww... That's so sweet, anyway! My fresh tea just lost sweet. It's so bitter. Hye!

"Yes, Mommy" I said. "I'll learn. By you, by my love for you, and by my devotion to you. Just chill. I certainly can," I said with high confidence, join berlebay-lebay ria serve him.

She smiles. "Thank you, Love."

"Ih, start a dreadlocks...."

Again, a charming smile split his face. "Hopefully, honey, her name is also the newlywed."

"If it's been a long time?"

"I'll stay like this. Inshaallah."

"Hold your promise, yeah...."

"Em, please. As long as you are always devoted to your husband, as well as to your parents."

Oh, graze....

"Inshaallah," I said. "I'll...."

"Why?"

"No why. Just...."

"Consider Abi and Umi? You are filial, really. The proof is, you want to meet me."

I'm nodding. I know it's true: because of my devotion to Umi, I'm now married to my parents' second choice man. But to Abi...? Am I devoted to him enough? I guess, far - far from enough words. Even to this day, my sorry door to the polygamy he's been doing - it's still closed, and it's never going to open. Although this only concerns the act of "polygamy" and not on anything else.

At least, maybe from now on I will not rebel again to Abi, because now I am married. And it turns out, by getting married, I am relieved, because the responsibility for me now is no longer on Abi's shoulders. There was already Mas Ilham who succeeded, and, I was sure to him I would be a dutiful wife, and I would always obey him.

"I believe you're a filial woman."

"Mmm-hmm. because your devotion is that we get to this point" he whispered affectionately. "We get to the wedding, and...."

Plaque!

Mas Ilham giggled because I hit his shoulder. I glanced sharply. "Mas..," I said later, I whined spoiled. "Don't talk about it, huh. I'm ashamed...."

"What am I talking about?" tanyakanya.

Shaking my head and hiding the shame on my face, I quickly left Mas Ilham behind me. I just stopped when I reached the field of one of the vegetable traders. While choosing various kinds of vegetables, I realized, Mas Ilham was watching me with his pitch-black eyes. And, that crazy grin on his handsome face never muffled.

"Rather than looking at me like that, mending you help me picky, you like anything?"

He pointed. "That," he said.

"Aubergines?" my question was to focus my attention on the long, shiny pile of purple eggplant, then take it one.

Yep, without me knowing, Mas Ilham is now standing closely behind me. "Hold tight, Zahra," he whispered.

My God. Almost eggplant in my hand I smashed it on his shoulder. "Seriously, dong, Mas. Don't joke.

"Who's kidding, honey?" he said, no less quietly with my voice. "Hold tight so as not to escape. And your mind don't be clingy."

Kuhela took a deep breath, trying to control herself and set my mind to the proper frequency. "Well, right, yeah, you like it?"

"Em, because you like it, I like it too."

"Oh my God, Mommy...."

"What, honey...?"

"Hmm... What else do you want to buy?" my many.

"Curve. Choose the big, tight, straight and not the crooked."

God, why, what the hell, am I? I tried to hold my laugh, but I couldn't. I was barely in the middle of the market.

"I'm hot, Mas. You're the one who chose."

The elderly grandmother, who was still looking for sustenance by trading vegetables in the market, also giggled watching us. "The new bride, huh, Ma'am e?" tanyakanya.

I nodded as well, a shy hue clearly coloring my cheeks.

The grandmother smiled, while propping the tray in her hand, she asked, "Ndidn't you guys buy toge, Mommy e?"

"Borong, dear...."

Eh?

My God, my gesrek-crested husband was endlessly making me laugh. Humor, he is. Makes me more in love.