Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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"Before a moment, my mother" said I, casting off the kiss of Mas Ilham on my lips.

My husband's forehead is pucker. "What's wrong? Is there anything that bothers you?"

I lowered my gaze for a moment, then raised my face again. "I know you must believe me. But... What about... our family?"

"God, everyone believes in you."

"Although this slander and gossip happened repeatedly?"

"Yes, even repeatedly. None of our family doesn't believe in you. So, don't worry. Okay?"

I took a deep breath, then nodded. And. gave my lips to him. We kissed - a kiss so deep and soulful. Unlike yesterday-yesterday which was very painful, although Mas Ilham had tried to kiss me repeatedly every time there was a chance when we were alone. But it can't be like this, it can't be wholehearted.

But now I can. Not yesterday, not tomorrow or tomorrow. Today, I can.

"One more, please...?" my door.

Of course, with his sweet smile, Mas Ilham kissed me once again.

I smiled, happy --with a little bitter. A bit bitter it still tastes. But that's okay, at least right now I'm grateful for a little happiness that sneaks into my heart. The joy that my husband is still here. Still with me. Still love me. With all the same feelings and beliefs.

"Oh, yeah, honey. I'm afraid I'm going to have a hard time withholding my desires" he whispered.

And I laughed. "alright. Already," I said. "I knew you wouldn't have the heart to ask me to do that special service."

"Hu'um, certainly not the heart. I'll wait for you until your condition is completely restored."

I raised my eyebrows. Smilingly. "Okay." I said. "I believe. But I also believe that you won't refuse to kiss me one more time, hmm?"

"Request or command?"

"Well, as you wish."

Sure, even almost two full minutes. I suppose. A sweet kiss, still with the same taste. If not a little bitter, then the taste will be completely the same and nothing different.

"Haven't?" asked Beautiful Ma'am who opened the door super slowly while grinning. He just finished taking care of the hospital administration and returned to our ward. Then came Mas Muslim behind him with a new wheelchair.

I wanted to walk on my feet, actually, and Mas Ilham wanted to use a cane, but our two oldest brothers were chatty and forced us to use wheelchairs. Geez, like a pair of humans....

Ah, naw. Just be grateful, whatever the circumstances.

"Oh yes, Mas" said Mas Ilham to Mas Muslim. "The objection is not if you take us to Umi Windari's house first?"

I wanted to interrupt, wanted to ask, but I paled. The Muslim quickly preceded. "alright. Argo walked, yeah," his guyon, then he giggled.

Mas Ilham smiled, responded casually to Mas Muslim, then he turned towards me. "I want to introduce you to someone, and a child. I think it's the right time. Want, huh?" mas Ilham.

Honestly, there was a slight emotional wave of hearing the sentence he had just uttered: about the right time. Because I don't think this is the right time. I mean-the negative side in me is resisting, and that this is not the right time. I just lost my fetus, why is this even considered the right time to get acquainted with a small child? And that kid....

I-i know. I know who the child is referring to.

But, in this heart, I forced myself to think positively. I can hold my heart. Myself could not have intended to hurt me.

"All right, I will," I replied, forcing a smile on my face.

But then again - but: my heart became restless along the way.

I know, there will definitely be an explanation and meaning at the end of this plan. Something's. Whatever it is....