Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Poor thing....

Safe, really. The proof to this day Mas Ilham is still alive and healthy walafiat. That is right, the fruit was sent to us with the sole purpose of slandering me. So that Mas Ilham thought that I really told my affair that I was craving rujak.

Hmm. thought Mas Ilham a figure of a man who is easily instigated.

"Lo's? How did you eat the dish, Leh?"

"Boyou, Umi...."

"But it-"

"That cravings Ilham, Umi...."

The ustadz brewok is lying again. I raise my hand. I'd better open the fridge and grab an apple, eat it and stay in the corner.

"I thought the craving was you, lo, Nduk..," said my mother-in-law.

For the sake of not extending my list of false sentences, I only gave the best smile. I was already silent in the corner, still the target of Umi's words that I must respond, even with a smile.

Come on dong, Mas. divert the topic of conversation.

Ah, if I had not been sorry for my mother-in-law, I would have left the dining room and chosen to remain silent in the room.

But apparently God saved me from this drama of lies for a while. The reason, a few moments later my phone rang, Laila called me.

"Sorry, Umi, if you'll excuse me for a second, there's a phone call."

Yes, there is a reason to avoid the chatter that is shrouded in lies. I got up and grabbed my phone on the fridge and sat back in the living room.

"What's up, Brother?" ask me to Laila after I answer her greeting.

As usual, the girl was reluctant to talk straight away. "Emm..," he murmured. "Anu, Ma'am, about the tax on the bike Mbak."

"Oh. Yes, Brother. Let's take care of it later, yeah."

"Em, yes, Ma'am. Thank ye. I'm sorry, Laila doesn't feel good to tell Pakde."

"Yes, nothing. I understand." And blah. blah. I chose to chat with Laila even with a rather unimportant discussion.

Oh, finally....

In my heart I apologized and felt guilty. I didn't mean to be disrespectful to him. Really, I'm just not comfortable being in a chat that's based on lies.

Feeling comfortable and already free with the same discussion, I immediately told Laila to end the phone. Afterwards, I returned to the dining room, and the tray of cut fruit was empty.

"Whoever sent this, thank you" said Mas Ilham.

I just put my shoulders together, and then I sat on his lap. I swear I was tired and tired of the terror that the rioters sent behind the scenes.

"It's night. To the room, yuk?" take me.

But Ilham understood. The tiredness that shaded my heart was of course so obvious without being able to really cover it up.

With gontai's footsteps, we walked towards the room. I took off my hijab and I slammed into Mas Ilham's chest which had already gone up to the bed.

"What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"There's nothing, Mom" I said. "I'm just tired."

"I get. But you have to be able to overcome everything. I-i-"

"It's gonna keep haunting me, Mom. And it ends with the question, what are you gonna-"

"I'll always trust you no matter what. I'll never doubt you, Zahra."

Hmm. I took a deep breath. "If I were to experience something as bad as Mia's late mother did, would you still believe me, Mas?"

Mas Ilham was stunned. Reasonable, right? The words of Mas Ilham, who said - according to his feeling that the perpetrator of terror and slander is a woman who pursues his love, he said, inevitably this perpetual terror incident connects our stories in the past. There is a possibility that this was masterminded by Yunita, and could even be by the perpetrator of the rape of the late Mia, or perhaps even by Mas Imam. Remember, right, the time of the first terror, the letter on my wedding day that Mas Ilham found on my doorstep? I said at that time that I did not recognize the handwriting in the letter, even though I knew very well the handwriting of Mas Imam. And it's not at all. So, only God knows, who is the successor? But, when it comes to my pregnancy, I'm sure it's because of Yunita. I think he instigated Mas Imam. But I can't assume too far either. Again, only God knows. Only God.

"I'll always believe you, Zahra. And...." The heart started to feel uncomfortable. "And if what happened to the late Mia was because it had something to do with me, for someone's dislike of me. I'm sorry if it had to carry over until now. And. now it bothers you too. But I will always try to protect you, Zahra. I'm...."

Oh my God, what a pity.

"That's it. Most importantly, you will always believe in me. That's enough. I love you."