Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Heart-set

"Alhamdulillah, Nduk, you are aware..," Umi's voice sounded relieved as she entered my ward. He put his face into a tote bag under my bed, then bent down, pulled a pinch of hair from my face and kissed me on my forehead.

Five minutes ago, Mas Ilham just called him and informed me of my situation. So, Umi who had just been reciting in musalla hospital quickly returned to my ward. I mean, our nursery. Mas Ilham was also taken care of, one room with me. He had a severe foot injury, his leg had to be casted for a while, and he said he also had an injury to his left shoulder, but not too severe. Just feeling pain and having a good blistering wound.

Although bitter, I tried to smile.

"Alhamdulillah, Umi relieved. Umi is afraid of you why-why," he said.

Oh my God, the feeling of guilt infiltrated the look of worry on Umi's face. "I'm sorry, if it makes Umi worried," I regretted.

"Sst. It's ordeal. Must be sincere, huh? What matters is that you survived. Umi is relieved, Umi is grateful. Oh yeah, what do you feel now? Is anyone sick?" the cerocosnya, as if he did not care about my regrets.

I know, he understands me. He will not show his sadness in front of me - whereas the depth of Umi's grief is more than I know. But for my sake, he always tried to control himself. Just as his sadness was polygamous by Abi all this time, every night he cried in prostration, but in front of me, the sadness he forced to immediately disappear. Like that at the moment, he just hugged me for a while, then was busy asking about my physical condition.

"Sick anyway. But it can't be anything. Must hold. But the rest is nothing. Umi don't worry," I said calmly.

He nodded, and honestly was unable to hold back the tears he was rushing about. And, actually, the anxiety was still obvious, the more I felt guilty to him. She must be just as sad as I am for losing her first grandchild.

"Later to take painkillers. But you have to eat first, yeah. Let Umi bribe."

But Mas Ilham cut, "Let Ilham alone, Umi," he said. "All Inspiration come to eat with Zahra."

"Lo, your hands don't hurt, son?"

"Yo wis, good. Umi also saw you eat a little," he said, taking our food tray. Food is bland in the hospital. And...

Hmm. I took a deep breath. I should have guessed that since. Wherever possible Mas Ilham could eat until full while in front of his eyes I was still lying fighting life.

Yeah, we ate both. The Inspiration that feeds. His right hand can be said to be okay, although in fact also experienced pain due to him rolling on the asphalt after he and his motorbike bounced.

"Ehm, Mas." I said.

"Yes, Honey? What's up?"

"Emm. why. Can, no, what we are experiencing is not widespread? I. I don't want anyone to visit me. I. I fear not strong if. if anyone expresses condolences. I don't need to listen to others strengthen me. Later there even feels more pain. I think I'd be better off if I didn't meet the outsiders first. Would help?"

Got it. Mas Ilham nodded. Umi who was taking water for both of us so took the pecking.

"If the matter is spread, it seems to have spread, Nduk. But Umi will try so that no one will see you, yes."

I know this is wrong. But really, I was in a situation that was -- maybe - almost depressed. I was too cowardly to face people, their pity, let alone the reinforcing words that made me feel even more devastated, and, would make me constantly lament the departure of my fetus.

Depressing. Now I'm like a loser.