Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Stories of the Past

Auto follow plain. By spreading his sweet smile, Mas Ilham took off the sweatshirt plus everything that stuck to his body. Funny that I remember, since the wedding night yesterday, every night I never slept wearing anything. Her name is just a nightgown, but, during sleep my nightgown was not used at all.

"Don't you want to hear my story first?" tanya Mas Ilham while crawling up to the bed. No, exactly crawled up on me until I lay under the shell of his burly body. As usual, he likes to beat me.

I'm shaking. "Take the reward first. Later you tell me, after that, we look for reward again."

"O-ouw.. Does anyone want to go twice? Hmm?"

"Yeah, if you can." I also grinned.

"You're challenging me? Or just doubt me?" ask the Inspiration in a whisper. Instantly his hand grabbed my hand, guiding my hand to rest and grasping his provoked desire. "How, Zahra? You ready?"

The answer was a sexy, circular leg around her waist, pulling her down and pressing her firmly. "Don't be too serious, I just want to make love casually at the beginning of the game. If you can make it to the second round, then you can show your valor without mercy."

"alright. Anything for you, Zahra." One sweet kiss landed on my lips and he began to feed me affectionately. Making love as soft as silk. Yep, just slow down.

And. as sweet as that. The seeds of love from him are poured into my soul. As of...

The time I was waiting for finally arrived. After we made love, Mas Ilham inched from above me, rolled down on my right side. For a moment, he fell silent, then took a deep breath. Then, next he got out of bed and took a glass of water from the top of the nightstand, and sipped it to half a glass.

"Want a drink, honey?"

"Em, I want." I also shuffled to sit down.

"It." Mas Ilham pushed the glass in his hand into my mouth. I only drank a little to moisten my throat that felt dry.

After putting the glass back to its original place, Mas Ilham returned to the bed, sat down by my side and pulled me up into his arms. Shielded by the blanket I had just pulled and closed my body to the chest, Mas Ilham showed a slight smile - a lazy smile - a heavy impression to tell a story, and.

"I don't know where to start my story. You'd better.. Maybe you'll just ask. I'll answer as I can."

I swallowed spit. Relax, Zahra. Try to bring this situation as relaxed as possible. I also cleared slowly. "I wonder why he died?" my many. "Emm.honest... Umi said about jihad. That is... jihad... how?"

Ilham nodded slowly, then said, "He died in childbirth."

"Huh?"

My God, I was dumbfounded and practically moved away from Mas Ilham. My tight hug slipped away instantly. As well as my heart, the heart that did not escape seemed to come out of place.

Mas Ilham knew, he realized my shock, as well as the upheaval that was in my heart. He studied the look on my face and immediately shook his head slowly. "It's not me" he said. "He's not pregnant because of me."

"Oh, thank goodness...." My eyes spontaneously closed as I sighed* relieved. "You scared me."

Mas Ilham nodded again, extended his hand again to get me back into his arms.

I, who was a little relieved, got back together. "Can you tell me, what happened to him until..sorry...?"

"No idea" said Mas Ilham.

"Eitherway. Let alone me, she just doesn't know how she got pregnant."

I shakes in disbelief. "What do you mean, Mom? Time he didn't know? I mean.. I'm sorry.. but this is not the time of the prophets who have such miracles?"

"Yes," - Mas Ilham rolled shoulder-to-shoulder "Mia knew she was pregnant after days of severe nausea, and she checked herself into the hospital. The result. Positive."

Again, I shook my head in disbelief. "How can you?"

Obviously my common sense is against. In this modern age, that is impossible. Unless she's going to the hospital on purpose to do baby tube processing, or with a donor, ah, you know what I mean. Even though I didn't know something like that existed or wasn't in the hospital.

"Is there anything strange that she might have realized later - after she found out that she was pregnant?"

Mas Ilham nodded, and confirmed. "A few days after she found out she was pregnant, she said. If there was ever a day she felt strange, she fell asleep all night, and. tomorrow night again she just woke up. But he said there was nothing strange about it. His clothes were still complete, not tangled, not torn, even he was still covered in a blanket. Emm room, at that time he was sleeping in the hotel, there was a religious seminar event that he participated in. And, the room he occupied was nothing strange at all. Even. without blood stains on the sheets. So neat. The only strange thing was that he slept for too long, and was a little sore. He thought it was because of his long sleep."

"Maybe...."

I shut my mouth. My words did not come out. I have always been aware of the error of my words that I should not have uttered -- before I speak long and wide.

"Yes" said Mas Ilham. "Anything can happen, Zahra. It may be on the floor, or the sheets have been replaced. Or whatever. And all of that was done so neatly. To the extent that. I mean. it's possible that Mia was given high doses of drugs, and... maybe he was given the medicine so many times that he fell asleep for so long and didn't realize anything."

I nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry, I. I asked, yes, Mas. Did she check her virginity after she found out she was pregnant?"

Mas Ilham nodded again, confirming. "The result is indeed. yeah, positive. Her virginity has been snatched away by someone else."

I have a lot of courage in my heart.

"But she's a good woman, Zahra. He understands religion. He could not have done things that would have invited him to death until it happened to him. I'm sure.astaghfirullah, I mean. There may be some ignorant and deliberately planned it to him. But he doesn't want to accuse anyone. So he didn't tell me anything, which he might keep secret from me, like the allegations against someone for example. And, like I said, she's an amazingly good woman. Noble heart. He could have accepted the bad fate that befell him. In fact, he did not want to abort his womb. He accepted the child with a sincere heart. He. he's willing to take good care of his womb."

I looked up, and admired. There are not many women like that. Most of the girls even choose to abort their womb. Or, instead, force yourself to marry any man who wants to save her from the shame of getting pregnant out of wedlock.

"I'm sorry" said Mas Ilham later.

"Emm? To-"

"I don't mean to praise him in front of you. I mean. I don't mean anything...."

"I understand, Mas. It's okay, I get it." Because I know you don't mean to praise her for comparing me to her, or for still having feelings for her. If yes, nothing is wrong. Because you were left dead, not betrayed.

I realized, Mas Ilham looked so fragile at that time. Her eyes are red. He held back the crying. The sorrow in his heart seemed to hurt him so much.

"But he's lucky, Mas. He is loved by men like you. The figure of a man who is willing to accept him as he is. Eh? I mean.. emm... You didn't leave her, did you? You still want to marry her, don't you? Sorry if I'm wrong."

Again and again, Ilam nodded. "Yes, indeed. At first he did not want to. He canceled our wedding plans that were almost complete. But finally, he was willing. With great effort I convinced Mia, until she finally wanted to. I intend to marry her after she gives birth, after the end of her puerperium. But fate says something else. She died in childbirth. Just a few seconds after the baby was born and the sound of crying was heard. The cry that brought Mia back to the Creator. Sobbing to me - sorry, Zahra. I. I didn't mean to...."

Hm....