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

"Ukh...!" sengal Mas Ilham while stressing himself to me strongly plus clutching my body tightly. "Trims, Honey. You're the best," he praised, then he broke away from me and looked at me with a grim face. "It's nice that I have a submissive wife and very devoted like this Zahraku. Sweet and pretty, anyway. I Love you, darling."

Yes.. gombaaaal! As soon as he was after his heart was pleased.

"Sana gih, to the bathroom. Let me fry the omelet" said Mas Ilham then still with his grim face.

I took my robe lying on the floor and quickly went to the bathroom. Risi because sticky. Unless you make love before going to bed, it doesn't matter even though it's sticky. Even I hope, that will be the seed of love between us.

A few minutes later, after I came out of the bathroom, Mas Ilham had finished frying his omelet, he had already taken a plate full of rice, in portions impossible to eat by himself. And, I know, that means he meant to take me with him.

Yeah, as I thought, he took me in a subtle way: by asking me questions that were hard to say no to.

"You want to come along, don't you, sweetie?" ask Mas Ilham.

"Emm..," I thought for a moment, then nodded, "yes," I said.

"You want to fast too, right? It's because of God but, yes. Not because it's bad for me." She smiles.

Smooth, yes.

But. in fact it is because I am not good at Mas Ilham. Nope. Not because of shame on him. Rather, because in this marriage, I had promised her to be a better person, and, made myself a field of reward for her. But in terms of attaining His reward, surely - remains sincere lillahita'ala. The point is so, yes.

"Yes, my dear, sincerely because of Allah. Basically because of the husband's invitation. No problem, right?"

Mas Ilham smiled again - - with a very cringe. "Yes," he said. "May you be long because you get used to it, without the need to be invited by me."

I'm nodding. "Aamiin...."

"Here, sit on my lap. I'm gonna have a chat."

Aduuuuh.he if that's how he talks, must be serious. Must have come out all the arguments, and, or the words of his love. Kultum this morning, mah....

"What's wrong?" askaku. I also sat on his lap.

Mas Ilham looked at me -- deeply while smiling sweetly, as sweet as the jasmine tea he brewed and still warm on the table.

"What's wrong?" I asked again - - with fear.

Mas Ilham looked down for a moment, grabbed my hand, then kissed it. After that, he clasped my hand tightly, while one more hand was perfectly coiled around my waist. "I understand," he said. "I understand your personality, even I am willing to become a priest for you. By marrying you, I accept everything that is on you. But, Honey... Zahraku, my dearly beloved wife, I am obliged to change your character. Again, this is an obligation. Even if slowly, the obligation is still an obligation. Up here you understand?"

I'm nodding. I know where this conversation is going.

"This I am not protesting, yes, I just want to straighten out, make my wife a better person - as good as a Muslim. So. please, even though in your heart there is fear, or even suspicion that you cannot control, especially for you to get rid of, please, keep your mouth well. Ask in a good way, without having to ask with the intention of pointing the finger. If your opponent talks to someone with a bad temper, the tone and way you ask earlier can be considered an accusation, plus, full of suspicion. And, it could have provoked a commotion. Aye, right? Maybe not in our household, because you're dealing with me who's trying to understand you fully. But, if you are dealing with someone else? How's it?"

I nodded again.

"You understand, don't you, honey?"

"Yes, Mas. I get it."

"No offense?"

"No, kok. I was wrong."

"No, you're not wrong. Just the wrong way."

"Em, I get it. Sorry, huh? Hopefully I won't repeat. Unless I'm lost, yeah. Without purpose. Hehe." I grinned wide.

Don't protest, I'm just a human being, man. Not an angel without wings.

"Aamiinu. Thank goodness then. Yuk, we're eating each other again?"

"Ampuuun, huh! Eat first...."

"What did I say? Eat, right?"

"Yes, but--"

"Don't argue with me, honey...."

"Yes, yeah. Sorry."

"Come," he said.

Lazily, I got up from his lap, stood up and waited for a moment. But...

"Why stand?" ask Mas Ilham. "Say you want to follow sahur? Come on, sit down."

Oh my God, she has a husband. He was purposely pranking me, and now he's chuckling.

"Don't pout. later wrinkles, lo. Honey, right, you have a handsome husband, but you're already wrinkled like a granny?"

I took a deep breath, trying to tell myself: how funny my husband is. So funny, I want to take the brew.

"Come, open your mouth." Mas Ilham was about to bribe me as soon as I sat down on the chair next to him.

I said, opening my mouth and accepting the bribe. Yeah, even with just an omelet and instant sambal, it's delicious to eat in the silence in the early hours of the day. Rada is worried about me. I'm not used to sunnah. Fasting in the beginning of Ramadan alone is usually limp. What about sunna? I cannot deny how thin my faith is to fear the hunger.

"Ehm, you were really suspicious of me, right?"

Eh?

"You think I'm messing around? Hmm?"

"Nope. I'm...."

"Yes, right? Just be honest."

"Em, but not entirely like that, Mas. I just. yeah so, deh. I saw you calling at this hour, outside the room again. It would...."

Mas Ilham shook his head. "Parno's? Because of your friend's fate yesterday? Wanna be careful not to suffer the same fate? Afraid of being fooled by me? Yes, Zahra?"

I'm nodding. Reasonable, right?

"It's human nature. But, sometimes, because of that paranoid sense as well, households can also be destroyed."

Yeah, I know that. What Mas Ilham said is true. But, how, huh? Let me ask you, have you ever felt suspicious and wary of a partner -- just once during your household? Have you ever secretly checked your husband's phone or wallet? If ever, I think that's what a woman's true nature is.

"Trust is the main foundation in relationships, although other elements are no less important. But, broken trust, it won't make you happy. You will always be haunted by fear. Try to always be prejudiced. Even if, naudzubillah, your trust I betrayed, then go, Zahra. Do not try to survive, while you yourself know that your sense of trust will never be able to return intact. It would be a futile thing. But it is true that everyone deserves a second chance, and everyone has the right to correct the mistake. But it also depends who gives the second chance. If it was you, I think it would be free." Mas Ilham chuckled. "There will be no such thing as wholeness in the household if his wife is always paranoid."

Ew...! Nyindiiiiir, because I am not a forgiver, am I? Who was hostile to Abi for a dozen years?

"I promise I'll change my habits. But slowly, huh?"

Mas Ilham nodded. "Thank you, dear" he said, rubbing my cheek with his knuckle. "I love you so much."

"Em, yes, Mas." I nodded and smiled sweetly. "Thank you for the heartfelt love of Mas Ilham. But, by the way, continue eating, yuk? The cult is a result, yes. I'm full of you talking. Hehe."

Peace.. I grin wide. Maafkeun.