Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
My Story, From Bitter To Sweet.

"Capek, huh?" ask Mas Ilham before the classless attack occurred. We were sitting in the waiting chair and I was tearing up my bag, pulling out a tissue and an electric fan that instantly turned when I activated the on button.

I nodded to Mas Ilham who was sitting sideways facing me, but then I shook my head. "More precisely thirsty," I said as I pointed the electric fan over my face and wiped the sweat with a tissue.

"You want to break the fast?" ask Mas Ilham. Incidentally in the workshop there is a refrigerator with various drinks for customers who want to buy drinks.

Again, I shook my head. "No. Am I a child?"

"It's not so, honey...."

"Teruuuus?"

"You're not used to sunnah fasting yet."

"It's okay. Workouts. I'm happy, really."

"Happy? Meanin?"

"Yes happy, Mas. I'm happy, I'm learning to be a better and more trusting human being. So let me learn."

Mas Ilham nodded. "I am also learning" he said.

"Learn what?"

"Learn to control oneself from lust."

"Hmm.the basics...."

I understood his point: lust for his desire for me. I chuckled, and our chatter continued all the way to the menu to break the fast.

"What will you wear?" my many.

"Feed food, dong...!"

"Well, my...! I mean that...."

"Anything, Honey. The important thing is something sweet according to the sunah of the apostle. After that it's up to the main menu what."

I nodded, and actually thought about breaking the fast with what food later. The main menu must be rice, but what side dish?

"It must be you."

Eh? I glared at the giggling Mas Ilham. Fucking moron. "Seriously, Mas."

"Well, it's me seriously. Open to the sweet. I'm right, dong? Nothing is sweeter to me than you. You're the only one."

Yeah, hell. Her name is also a newlywed. What, the hell, is sweeter than her halal partner, right?

"Zahra" whispered Mas Ilham. "I want to break it with the delights of your race, your sweet taste. Can you?"

Geez.. I messed up myself. And, yep, over time my electric fan ran out of power, then died. "Uuuh. It's gonna die..," you know.

Mas Ilham. "The name is also electronic goods, if the old is not stamped, yes dead. Don't know that you."

Bah's? I practically snorted again, then giggled. "Bas with you, eh!" I laughed so I wouldn't explode. "Where might it be. It was the casemaker who was not nahan. Keep on gushing."

Explodes. Laughter Mas Ilham broke. Maybe that's why the owner of the workshop knew we were both there.

"Already, yes, talk about this. It's getting hotter, you know, Mas."

With his hand, Mas Ilham wiped the clear grain from the corner of his eye. The effect of her laughter being too happy. "Here, let me help you" he said.

"What help?"

Geez.. friendly, anyway. But it's not cold...

Bugs!

A hard jab hit Mas Ilham's jaw. I was shocked and hysterical.

"Shoppers! You bastard!" hardik Mas Imam who in a matter of seconds immediately grabbed Mas Ilham who was stranded to the floor because of his tonjokan. Then, he floated again a few more times. "How dare you tease my woman!" cercan.

True or not, I remember at that time I immediately grabbed the helmet beside me and hit his head hard. Mas Imam was in pain and held his head, that's when Mas Ilham took the opportunity to rise up and push the opponent who was holding it.

However, his name is also Mas Ilham, he is not a petty man who attacks when his enemy is not ready. He waited for his opponent to get up while putting up the horses. "Then if you have the guts" he said.

Reckless. The Imam went ahead even though he knew he was going to lose. And worse, other workshop visitors, as well as Adi and other mechanics just watch. Obviously, what Mas Ilham did was an elegant duel, not a brutal duel. When Mas Imam came forward, Mas Ilham attacked. Otherwise, of course, Mas Ilham will not attack. And in the end, the employees in the workshop detained Mas Imam who was physically deterred, but still determined to attack. I think the battered has been breakeven, even Mas Imam get some bonus in the form of a kick from Mas Ilham.

"Is my bike done?" ask Mas Ilham then to Adi.

Adi nodded, but said, "A little more."

"Please, we need to get out of here."

Adi nodded again, then released his hand from Mas Imam who was still rebelling because of the arrest of his employees.

"Sori, Dude. My wife and I should go home. I hope this is the last fight. Don't bother my wife anymore. Please take him away." He wiped the blood on the corner of his lips.

Without realizing it, I was crying from fear. Stupid, I should have understood that angry Mas Ilham, he is good at keeping his emotions.

"illness?" ask me while crying.

Mas Ilham shook his head. "It's okay" he said. "It hurts more if I see you cry." And Mas Ilham who is now in front of me, he immediately grabbed me and held me into his arms. "Don't be afraid. Everything's fine."

But I was scared and kept crying. Even along the road, so Mas Ilham must ride his motorcycle fast. When we got home and both got off the bike and took off the helmet, Mas Ilham grabbed and held my hand. Right in front of me, he looked at me deeply.

"I'm sorry" he said.

Oh my....

"It's not your fault, Mommy" I said, crying as I pleased. "I was wrong. I'm the one who's sorry. Because of me you have to deal with my past. If only I hadn't been present.I wouldn't have married you, maybe...."

Ilham hugged me tightly. "Don't talk like that. Whatever happens, we're married, and we have to face everything together. Nothing to regret. God willing, everything will be fine. Don't cry anymore, huh? Please, Zahra, don't cry."

I'm nodding.

"At the end of the day. We take a shower, clean up, pray, keep resting. Come on."

So light!

But again reality is not as easy as speech. During that time of rest I could not stop thinking about the behavior of Mas Imam. I know he won't be deterred. My feelings say so. Not to mention he had time to send a message to me after me and Mas Ilham salat asar.

》 I saw you cry, Bill. You feel my pain, right? You can't bear? Obviously it's because you still have feelings for me, when. You still love me.

It was Inspiration who opened the message earlier when I had just finished treating his wounds, but he said nothing. He just smiled a little without me knowing what it meant, and then he put my phone back on the table and out of the room. I checked my phone and found the message. Afterwards, I caught up with Mas Ilham who had just met a courier on the front porch. After the food courier drove away, I immediately apologized to Mas Ilham and asked him not to be mistaken for me. Do not let him eat the words of Mas Imam.

"I'm not that cute, honey. I trust you. So, don't discuss. Mending here, we rest while waiting for the break. The menu has been ordered online. I want my wife to rest. Come on."

However, the bad taste continued to bother me, making my heart uncomfortable, so I decided to close my eyes until I really fell asleep in Mas Ilham's arms. Magrib finally arrived. Azan. And, I woke up.

Nope. It was not because of the sound of the azan that I woke up. I'm all right, my faith is so thin that the sound of azaan cannot draw me into the realm of consciousness from my deep sleep. And. yep, I woke up because...

Ileham* my lips. As soon as I opened my eyes, he grinned with a wide supeeeer. "Nothing is sweeter than you, Zahra."

Argha! Pingin bite...! Really Mas Ilham, the sweetness is not kelulungan....