Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Grey Week

Sunday was the last day of my free time and Mas Ilham before we re-occupied ourselves in the world of education. That day we actually planned to shop for household supplies, which are useful items but we do not have. But, the plan of stay the plan. I had just finished decorating when right at eight o'clock in the morning - Mas Ilham called me from the basement of the stairs.

"What's up, Mom?" my many.

"There are your friends" he said.

"Huh? A fella? Who's coming?" I rushed down the stairs too.

Mash Ilham raised his shoulders. "Your friend from yesterday. I asked them to wait in the living room."

Mas Ilham also chose to relax in the backyard while I walked into the living room.

I don't know. Actually I had no intention of not glorifying the guest, but once I saw Yunita sitting in that living room, my heart became uncomfortable. Yesterday he didn't come to my wedding, and I think it's better. But now, he had even come to the house. Luckily he came with Puspita. So, the discomfort can be a little quasi.

After a bit of pleasantry asking each other news and talk about just that, including hearing an explanation from them if they know my new address from Umi, where yesterday they went to Umi's house, Umi, but I wasn't there, so they asked Umi for my new address - I got a beard and asked the two guests to wait, while I go to the kitchen and get a drink plus a snack that is also perfunctory - orange-flavored syrup and a variety of cold fruits from the refrigerator. Understandably, I am not good at cooking cakes and we have not been out of the house other than the market yesterday, even if only for cake shopping or light snacks. So, what can I do. Only the cold fruits were there and all I could present to them: my two guests who had arrived suddenly without any prior notice.

"By the way, what's wrong? Don't want to hangout, do you?" candaku while grinning.

Yunita and Puspita compactly shook their heads and said no. "Just want to celebrate, and want to apologize because yesterday we did not come to your wedding" Puspita explained.

"Yes" Yunita confirmed. "You did, anyway, host a wedding reception not on holidays. How can we come? Busy, anyway. But by the way, congratulations, yes. It's not too late, is it?"

I smiled as I nodded, although it seemed strange. Because Yunita is so relaxed at this time. I felt it was unnatural, considering our last meeting when I delivered an invitation to her house at that time. "It's okay. It's only been three days. Eh? Today's day four, ding."

"Yes. It's hot, right?"

"Hu'um," I said, a little unkind.

"But beware, lo, don't let your fate linger like the Mpus who just filed for divorce."

I was stunned, surprised to be exact. Meanwhile, in front of me, Puspita raised a look of objection to her cousin. His eyes glared wide at Yunita.

"What's up, Pus?" manya curious.

Puspita shook her head, and suddenly massaged her temple. "Alright, Bil. This story is not well heard by the newlyweds. Than you'll be parno."

This time Puspita raised her shoulders. "Why do you think you're trying? Of course because of the affair, Bil. He did it again."

At first Puspita still looks strong, but then her voice began to choke and her tears began to glow. "Dion's behavior is coming back. I don't know what else to do, Bil. I don't know."

I felt like I had to shut up first, let him tell a story without having to cut his words. Besides, it was also because I was at a loss to comment on what in the middle of a situation like this. This is not the first incident. In the last semester of college, Puspita several times quarreled by phone with Mas Dion who was already her husband. And because of that too, the Puspita thesis became somewhat hampered by its workmanship. Puspita told me that the old problem was not yet completed properly.

"I think he's no longer doing the thing I hate the most. Apparently, Mas Dion still does. With another woman, anyway. I can't bear all this." The crying was loud.

Yeah, it's really unfortunate actually. Puspita and Mas Dion have been dating since Puspita first entered college, while Mas Dion had compiled a thesis. After a long time dating, Mas Dion married Puspita when Puspita was just about to compose the script, while Mas Dion himself at that time had worked in the company owned by his parents. At that time, instead of being helped so that the thesis of the wife can be quickly completed, the, the two of them even often quarrel because Mas Dion often went out to meet other girls when Puspita had to spend the night at the boarding after he met the lecturer of his script on campus.

I still remember very well if it was their wedding held very lively. The happy couple always smiled. Invitational guests are coming incessantly. Anyway that day became the happy day of Puspita and Mas Dion.

Their happiness multiplied when a year later Angela, a beautiful baby girl was present in the middle of their family. Puspita had just graduated at that time, a few days before she gave birth. Mas Dion was then given a high position by her father, the company leader, and of course high income, plus Puspita also worked there with a position that was no less good with her husband. Financially, they are very well off. Yep, it feels, there is no reason for them to wallow in grief.

But about a year later, their only daughter died. He was hit and run while playing around his house. Since that time said Puspita, the state of his household began to arise rift. Mas Dion began to often go home late, often even go home in the morning, and never went home for days. And, finally Puspita found out the reason behind Mas Dion's change of attitude. He cheated on her, and this time he was actually having an affair aka bedmate, not just a close friend or hangout friend as he had been.

But, with her patience, Puspita accepted her husband's apology, though her heart would never again feel whole from the destruction.

"Actually, Mas Dion promised to fix everything. He said he was sorry for his mistake. But now, who would have thought that I would come back crying because Mas Dion was doing the same thing again?"

Duh....

It was sad that my heart heard the story of Puspita that morning, so my mood immediately down to the maximum. Seems to be sliced into a cudil. I was so lazy to go out for furniture shopping, I instead spent the day that week curled up in the arms of Mas Ilham, telling what happened to Puspita who had fallen on the stairs. She loses her child, and must accept the fact that her husband is having an affair. Not just once, but many times. So, Puspita himself was not able to stand and filed for divorce.

"I'm afraid to experience something like that" I told Mas Ilham.

Hmm. He smiled. Did he not know that my heart was so broken after hearing the story of Puspita?

"Don't doubt my loyalty, Zahraku. If my heart is easily moved to another woman, I do not need to wait for God to answer my question and choose you as my soul mate. Aye, right? Trust me, I love you so much. And, by Allah, I will glorify you with my faithfulness. So, relax and calm yourself. Okay well? I love you so much." One warm kiss landed on my forehead.

Oh my... Mas Ilham's. Thank goodness, thank God, Ilam can always convince me with his sweet and soothing words.