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

On the way home, the wacky grin on Mas Ilham's face incessantly expanded. He made me cringe. Of course, to say horror, it's something fun and worth waiting for. But, as fun as it was, he horrified me just in case I couldn't bear the crazy outbursts of his passion, which could make me explode with him.

"Alhamdulillah, until..," said Mas Ilham while chuckling as we arrived in front of the house.

I didn't bully him. I restrained myself so as not to go crazy like Mas Ilham.

"Well, open the door and wait for me inside" he said, handing me the keys.

Uh, Zahra. Now, take care of your own favors. Delicious, no?

Well. I shudder. It's hard, huh, so me? I can't possibly refuse it. So, I thought about how to string the words together so that we could make love at a normal rate - both in terms of strength, rhythm, and duration, and so that he would not be offended of course.

Ah, if my break time is longer, surely I'm ready to be invited to make love as much as possible. I'm just afraid it's still gonna hurt. Maklumi dong, I'm a virgin who just unboxed. The pain is still there, you know...! Still rapet. I'm kudu piye iki?

"Honey.. Where are you?" litching Mas Ilham from the kitchen.

I'm clucking, Mas....

Huh! I was cleaning in the bathroom. Peed kebelet.

"Why, Mas?" I asked, after opening the bathroom door and walking out.

Ilham is still grinning. "No," he said. Then he slipped into the bathroom.

Ah, I think it's safe. I also stretched my legs to the pile of groceries that Mas Ilham put near the refrigerator. I immediately took the bag containing the chicken and fish, and placed it near the sink. Then, as I was about to arrange vegetables and fruits into the refrigerator, the bathroom door on the other end opened. My husband's handsome face was brilliant in the doorway. But, this time not only because of the sideburns and whiny, but also because the chest of the field is overgrown with feathers plastered real in front of the eyes.

Zahra was stunned, yes, God....

"There are still two hours waiting for Friday" said Mas Ilham as he approached me.

Ih, his smile is naughty....

"Continue, why? There's no harm in taking a shower right now" I said. I turned my face, opened the fridge and took some water.

Oh my God, under these circumstances the strength of my hand is gone. I'm not strong even just to twist - open the bottle cap of mineral water in my hand.

"Here, let me open it" said Mas Ilham. Instead of directly taking the bottle from my hand, he wrapped his hand around my body and then took the bottle.

I shake my head. "Why should I put my hand around me like this?" my many. "Can-"

"Don't be fussy" he said, handing over the open mineral water. "Drink this."

Although amused by his ridiculous behavior, I welcomed the bottle from the hands of Mas Ilham. And, the mouth of the bottle was just about to touch my lips when Mas Ilham got in the way.

"In a moment," she said, she pulled out the pentul needle holding the veil under my chin. "You're not used to wearing a headscarf at home. Must be sultry."

Ih, mode....

"Well," said Mas Ilham again after removing my headscarf. "Drink."

Hmm.. the mode is not curl.

He's so ignorant. Even the white water was new and - was running down my throat, with Mas Ilham clenching his teeth at the nape of my neck. I shudder. "Mas..," I protested. "I'll drink again. What if I choke on it?"

Oh my....

"Eummmm...."

I know it's delicious, but....

"You made my thirst go away, too. It's like I'm drinking through your mouth too."

Ckck!

His words did not sound romantic, it made me tickle and chuckle. Not really, you know!

Oh, that's it, I thought. Without responding to his crisp chatter, I closed my bottle of mineral water and put it back in the refrigerator.

"You took a shower, gih. I want to stack these groceries, keep cooking."

Deafness returned to the show, and, his hand immediately turned me to face him. Then, at once he lowered the zipper dress that I was wearing. Hmm. basic Mas Ilham.

"Mas"

Oh, she's very good at silencing my mouth. I was surprised, with ease Mas Ilham stuck my body into the refrigerator and made me unable to move. Then, at once I realized my palm was pressing against his chest, on the fine hairs that adorned the chest of the field.

Ah, how sexy she is.

Uuuh. That swirl.

"Please? Give yourself to me?"

"But I have to sort-"

"Can be later, Zahra."

"I must cook too, Mommy."

"Can later. Please?"

"Em, okay. Just don't you protest-"

"Not going to."

"alright. I'm yours."

Ah, Mas Ilham, her sweet smile expands perfectly. "Thank you, dear." In that second, I moved into his car.

"Where are you going?"

"To the couch."

"OKAY. But promise don't make me tired."

"Calm down, Madam. I promise you a real man."

Jiaaaaah... Inspiration makes me giggle.

"Well, my dear." He laid me down on the sofa and directly overpowered me without warning. "You really got me hooked, Zahra."

And...

The bell rang.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat...."

The voice of the familiar Little Sister in my ear sounded out loud from the front porch.

"Ah, Beautiful Sister. Not exactly on time, anyway, meet her."

Well, lo. for the first time I heard Mas Ilham grumbling.

In a hurry, Mas Ilham rose from above me. Her sour face that was like an unstable ABG suddenly made me laugh at her.

"I'm sorry, you haven't had any luck," my lead.

I moved, grabbed my hijab that was draped on the back of the dining chair, put it back on and quickly to the front door.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" said. "Eh, there's Miss Nyai. uh, sorry-sorry, I mean, Umi. Ouch, sorry, Umi. When...."

Ms. Nyai who is now my mother-in-law and I call umi, she smiles all over. "It's okay, Nduk. Will be used for a long time, really."

I nodded, kissed her hand and then we kissed her on the right cheek and kissed the left cheek. Between me and Beautiful Mother. I am very familiar with my sister-in-law. They also came along with Mas Muslim, her husband Mbak Indah.

"Out of pushing, Ma'am? Uh, sorry, let's go in first," I said.

I was misbehaving....

"Yes, this is for you, brother."

Eh?

Geez. I slipped. Dengganga. That full pickup for us? We knew we didn't have to shop....

"Where's ilham?" ask Umi.

Eit dah, I'm grinning. My memory goes back to Mas Ilham who must still be in a "high tension" back there. It is because of our romanticism that must be delayed.

"Maybe Mas Ilham again in the bathroom, Umi," I said.

Duuuuuh. Patience, yes....