Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Two-faced

But I still can not bobo despite already stacked by Mas Ilham. He himself was finally exhausted and immediately fell asleep. While I, with great difficulty I tried to tipdur, but my mind remained sassy-crossed without me being able to prevent it.

Finally, at eleven p.m., I decided to call Puspita and pretend to ask her not to tell anyone about my pregnancy, and I reasoned that I and Mas Ilham were about to surprise our parents. Don't let them know first that I'm pregnant. A good reason and make Puspita believe what I wrote to her in whatsapp.

Restlessly, I waited for whatsapp's answer from the kind woman who had been my friend to spend all day in the small compartment of the boarding room we rented together. He's the one I know well and never once let me down. And I hope not this time either. But...

》 Yes Allah, Bill. Sorry, I didn't know about that. I told Yunita about the happy news of your pregnancy. Sorry, yes. I will contact Yunita soon. I hope he hasn't told anyone either. May this remain a secret and a sweet surprise for your family. Again I'm sorry, Bil. I'm so sorry.

Hmm. Again I must take a deep breath. Yunita, it must be him. I think my feelings for the girl are right. He wasn't really nice and wasn't really sincere to me in our relationship which he seemed to want to improve with his arrival to my house the other day.

I'm sure -- sure that Puspita has no malicious intentions towards me. She just wanted to share the happy news about my pregnancy. Unfortunately, the way is not right. But how else? I think he also did not know about the matchmaking of Yunita and Mas Ilham at that time. As for Mas Ilham, Puspita must have told what it is. It is even possible that he has understood about the age of pregnancy that he calculated since the first day of menstruation.

But, Yunita, she must have told Mas Imam. And don't-don't...

O Lord, I can suppose that this matter is no longer about the test of trust between me and Mas Ilham. But this will certainly tarnish the good name of our family. Maybe I don't really think about Abi, but Umi: this problem will definitely make him ashamed and he will become a guest for citizens of all parts of the world. And so is the Kiai Rahman family. I will face two things: first, about their belief in me, and, second, this will make their families ashamed - - ashamed for being a gossip of the citizens: because they have a daughter-in-law like me - who is thought to be pregnant out of wedlock. Not a good woman. And it's not holy. Not to mention, they might be unemployed that I have framed Mas Ilham in our marriage - for the sake of covering up my pregnancy. They could think that way, right?

Tired, I cried in silence. Does this have to be the weight of my trials in - trying to become a fully godly woman?

If this is the case, I'm afraid I can't pass the test. I was afraid to return like the original Salsabila, who would hate and could only blame. This test is too hard for me.

I knew I would be physically strong. But by faith, I am afraid of failure. Because, I know, I'm not a patient woman. I am a barbarian girl, who will rebel and speak as I please when I am angry. I am not good at restraint, I can be rude, let alone face a two-faced woman like Yunita. My true nature can automatically come out easily. How could I possibly hold it? Even this hatred could incarnate -- into an immense sense of vengeance towards Yunita.

If this is the case, the status of the wife of an ustadz I looked up to, which I should have kept in good stead for the sake of the honor of our husband and extended family - can be easily tarnished because of my patience which failed to test.

I'm tired, God. I am tired of all these tests. It's too heavy for me. Too heavy....