Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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"Why?" ask Mas Ilham who knew already standing near me.

I realized this fragility made me shed tears again. Nope. It's not that I'm whiny or don't have the strength to deal with this matter. But I am really tired of facing the insubstantial slander directed at me to break Mas Ilham's trust in me. Well, even though I know that the effort made by the criminal will end up in vain. For I have the heart of Myself fully. And more than that, Mas Ilham is a very responsible man. I'm sure, if it's true that he doesn't believe that I'm not carrying his child, he still won't give up his responsibilities as my husband. He will keep me in this marriage. Same, right, as experienced by the late Islamia first? Mas Ilham was still willing to marry her even though she had been raped and pregnant by another man. Especially against me who is now clearly already his wife status.

But no, I'm sure he really believes me, and believes that this kid I'm carrying is his kid. Meat blood. He was not pretending, and, was not trying to force himself to believe.

"Here," I said. I handed my phone to Mas Ilham. He read the whatsapp message and then closed it.

With ease, Mas Ilham pocketed my phone as well as his phone into his pants pocket. Then he took my hand and took me to the room. "Have you had your baby's milk, right?" tanyakanya.

Yep, obviously already, my milk glass has even been washed. "Don't cover anything from me, Mum," I said. "You're keeping something a secret, aren't you?"

But Ilham just smiled. He just kept holding me. We were climbing the stairs slowly. "Not to be secret, dear. Just for the sake of not making your mind burdened. That's it."

"Is it something to do with Imam?"

"Tuh, right. You're starting to get cold again."

"Mas..," I whined.

Basic gesrek! Mas Ilham grinned wide. "Sori. I mean thinking again."

"Say that you want to."

"Indeed."

"Ih. You are, yes...."

"Are you not really cool? Hmm?"

"Buck...."

"Seriously...."

"Yes, this is serious. I want to."

"Argh! It sucks!"

"Times?"

"Hmm...please answer, please...?"

"Yes, yeah. Indeed, true. But you don't-"

"What's wrong? Did Imam say anything?"

Mas Ilham nodded. "Rather to convey something. He sent whatsapp."

"What's? inform me. You're saying don't like lying and covering things up, right?"

Inspiration does not answer. Instead, he handed his phone to me while we were in the room, after which he invited me to sit down to relax - leaning on the head of the bed.

"But promise first, you must be able to control your emotions. Do not let your emotions overflow, especially to make you drop, stress, and so forth. Okay well? Promise?"

I'm nodding. I-i understand. "Yes" I said. "I promise."

I also let me read that message.

》 Sorry if all this time I have misunderstood you. But right now I know that your goal is very noble. Thank you for marrying Salsabila because of her pregnancy. I swear, if she had told me that she was pregnant, I would have married her. But, if we can, we don't have to discuss everything that has passed. I apologize for my ignorance. And, right now, I want to fix everything. Therefore I beg you, please divorce Salsabila. I will take responsibility for him and the child he bears. I will marry her, and raise our child in a full family.

Oh, my God, my breathlessness. Barbaric man! What does it mean to send such ambiguous sentences? A new plan to destroy my household? Exorbitant!