Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
First Introgation

That day I asked Reza to call the police, but I wanted to tell her before they asked any questions. And I want everyone to listen so I don't have to retell to anyone who wants to know. Then everyone is present. The police, my parents, Ihsan, Rizki, Erik, and Alfi and Mayra were also present. So was Reza who was always by my side. And I started the story, I started it with honesty. Starting with Salsya's whatsapp that afternoon, I switched Reza's phone and deliberately set up a scheme to get Reza out of the house. Then about the arrival of Salsya, our conversation that was deliberately recorded and there was a camera hidden in the tissue box, but the recording was only in the living room and leads to Salsya. I said in front of them all I did not know what the camera managed to capture, especially when we were in the living room, the living room lights also died.

That's when one of the policemen called the police guard at the scene of the crime scene to secure evidence, a tissue box that had fallen to the floor during a dispute between Salsya and me.

After that, I was asked to continue the story. "Salsha kalaf. He did not accept my request. Especially when I say about the prenuptial vows my husband takes, which means my husband will never be polygamous. He was angry and thought to get rid of me, demi-so that he could be with Mas Reza. He pulled out a knife from his bag and was about to kill me. If the tape is still there, you can all see for yourself that the knife belongs to Salsya, she carries the knife in her bag, and how very clear Salsya looks -- she's an ODGJ. I didn't run away because I knew I wasn't able to run fast in a big pregnant state, and -- me, as a martial arts person, I was just trying to survive and was intent on crippling the opponent, therefore Salsya suffered some injuries, but I had no intention of killing her, because I was still aware, I was just a commoner, who, though accidentally killed - would still get a prison sentence, he said, even to defend themselves. I was aware, so I was very careful not to kill him. In the dispute I had a chance to knock Salsya's head to the floor, once. Just one time. I thought he fainted. But it turns out he was just pretending. When I was caught off guard and about to stand up, he hit me with his foot. Here, hit the thigh, until I fell down and lay down. That's when the lights in the living room and the family room lights go out. After that I was unconscious because of drugs. I don't know who did that, and what the purpose was. Maybe to protect me, maybe. Or intentionally because of personal problems with Salsya, it could be. I really don't know. Maybe it was Salsya, but if it was Salsya, she should have killed me instead of just drugging. And why did he stab himself. I don't understand any of that. To be sure, when I regained consciousness, I was already lying in this hospital. That's all I know."

A shrewd liar. I guess I should give that nickname to myself. I can cover up the truth at the end of this tragedy. I-I can act like that's how it is. After all, does Salsya deserve justice? What if the perpetrator of the murder was the one who held a grudge against Salsya? Maybe I'm not the only one Salsya has hurt? There may be a lot. And all this is just a puzzle.

After hearing my story, the police started asking questions. Questions were formal, but I forgot the sentences and the tone they conveyed the questions. I just remember -- the first question, the police asked about the purpose of Salsya's arrival, what she wanted to discuss with Reza. And my answer -- I don't know because I didn't ask him that.

The third question, whether I -- personally - feel suspicious of someone who may have been a third party in the murder.

"I can't name a single one. But when it comes to suspecting people, everyone can be suspected." Even this felt like it was driving me crazy and suspicious of myself.

And, of course there will be many other questions if only then the children in my womb did not immediately protest.

Thank you, dear. Mama is also tired of all these puzzles. Thank you for your protest even though it hurts a little.